Page 45 of Small Town Firsts
But he rose up a little to rock inside of me again and again. His huge hand gripped my hip and thigh tight against him as he undulated over me, filling me endlessly.
The cross swung between us as he took my hand and laced our fingers next to my head to pin me in place. His musclesstrained as he held himself over me, somehow not crushing me, his gaze never wavering.
I could tell he needed more and was waiting for me to offer it. His jawline firmed as challenge rose in the snap of his hips.
Demanding that I do more than take. And for the first time, I wanted to give without reservation.
Without the fear I would fall on my face and have the rug ripped out from under me.
I pushed him back and locked my legs around him, rolling him like I’d learned in self-defense classes. His eyes went from intense to startled, but I got him on his hip before he hit the edge of the bed and he finally grasped my intention.
He inched his way back into the middle of the bed as I fumbled my way into a position of dominance. Straddling his powerful legs, I glimpsed more ink on his muscled thigh. Another tattoo on his hip crawled up the sin lines to his waist.
I brushed my fingers over the swirls of Celtic knots and sharp fonts in another language, the Irish and the Nordic sides of him so proudly displayed on his body. But right now there was only one bit of Viking I wanted to explore.
My knees hugged his hips as I rose over him and sank down onto his cock. He hissed and growled as he stared up at me.
I took his hands and put them on my breasts, groaning as he knew just the firm touch I needed. He always seemed to know what I needed, even when I bucked back at him.
And in this one moment, I knew what he needed too. I slipped my fingers down his back and dragged my nails up over the ridges of muscle at his back. The flash of surprise in his eyes swirled into hot, wild rapture.
I linked my arms around his neck and rolled my hips to take him deep. His jaw firmed and the corded muscles of his neck strained.
“Hold onto me, Viking.”
“Always.”
His arm banded around my back and the other hand went to my hair to catch my mouth in a growling, rabid kiss.
Sweetness was gone again. This time we were on an even playing field as he rose up and we were chest to chest. Friction and sweat poured off of us but we raced for glory.
He growled my name into my mouth and held me tight to him as he jerked under me. He used all the leverage in his big, beautiful body as he drove into me and I crashed over him.
It was messy and amazing and we both raced to outdo the other until our battle scars were badges and the prize was simply us.
Together.
TWELVE
RONAN
STOP HANDLING ME
I melted into the mattress.For once, a bed almost fit me even though I longed to show her another round on my California King. For now, my brain was blissfully empty and I was pretty sure I’d used every muscle in my body on the way to killing us both. I slung my arm over my face and dragged in a breath.
When she tried to climb off of me, I tugged her down to sprawl across my chest. “Just a second.”
“I need to go get cleaned up.”
The air was thick with heat, the scent of exceptional sex and I was content to steep in it, dammit. “You need to lay here for a minute before we both have heart attacks.”
She sighed and shifted until she was half on and half off of me. She kept trying to give me space and I didn’t know why. With my other hand I clamped her against my side until she finally hooked her leg over mine and pinched my side before she rested her cheek on my chest. “You’re sweaty.”
I swiped my free hand along her sweat slicked ass. The room was dark save for a tiny corner lamp. “Same, babe.”
“I know—which is why I need to get cleaned up.”
I dropped my arm and looked down at her. Her face was flushed and her hair was still wet from her post bath shower.
