Yup, he totally inherited Viking genes from the folk who invaded England’s shores once upon a time.
Well, shit. Even with the football team reminder and something Dad said about staying away from the King last name, I want to run my fingers through his hair and see if it feels as smooth as it looks.
I open my mouth, meaning to say something — probably stupid — but nothing comes out. That’s weird. I don’t feel as funny as I did not so long ago.
If anything… energy buzzes through my heated skin so hard, I feel a tremor running along my limbs.
I stumble forward and a strong hand clutches my bare forearm.
A bolt of electricity shoots under my skin and straight to a strange part of me.
Oh, God. That feels so good.
“You good there, princess?” He removes his hand after steadying me.
I clutch it in mine and put it on my arm. “Do it again.”
My voice is too sultry even for my own ears, but I don’t care. His touch just elicited something euphoric and I want to feel it again.
My lips clamp around a moan as I rub his hand up and down my arm in a long sensual caress.
For the love of Vikings, why does it feel so smooth and hot and… bloody amazing?
I need more.
A lot more.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He stares down at me with a look of interest mixed with menace.
Or maybe it’s only menace and I’m imagining the interest part because my body needs it right now.
He pulls his hand free from mine and before I can groan at losing the sinful sensation, he advances into me until I’m pressed against the doorframe.
He smells like clean soap mixed with expensive men perfume and smoke. I sniff with a loud, embarrassing sound like a drug addict taking a fix.
All that penetrates my hazy brain is his hot as shit presence and that he’s way too overdressed for a Viking.
I reach for him in a mindless attempt to remove his clothes. His jacket brushes against my top and my nipples tighten with pulsating throbs.
My movements stop at the humming sensation. That feels so good.
Why does it feel so good?
Worse, why the hell do I want to rub my breasts against his chest — or jacket, I’m not so picky right now.
“You’re not supposed to be here, princess.” The rumble of his voice rolls over my hyper-aware skin like whips of his tongue.
I nod, not even knowing what I’m nodding to. I just need him to get a little closer.
“Do you know what happens to bad girls who go where they shouldn’t?”
I continue nodding, too transfixed by the ethereal blue of his eyes. Are those some flecks of grey in them? If only I had my sketchbook to capture the moment.
Though it would be near impossible to emulate the colour.
Levi grabs me by the arm and this time, a moan escapes my throat as he drags me out of the bathroom and into the vast room I breezed through earlier.
I’m so focused on his hand on my bare skin and how my thighs tighten to notice anything around us.
“Look what I found.” His voice alerts me to the shapes in the dim-lit room.
The low music thumping from the walls has ‘You’ll end up dead’ in the lyrics as soon as I let the outside environment sink in.
Okay, that’s not creepy at all.
Half of the football team are either smoking, drinking or playing cards. They all look up at Levi’s words.
“I thought girls were for later?” One of them asks with amusement. “Not that I mind. You can start with my dick, love.”
Eww.
“Naw, come on!” Another throws a deck of cards. He has curly brown hair and is wearing his jacket backwards. “I’m not taking your sloppy seconds anymore, Chris. C’est pas cool.”
“I’m your senior, Ronan. Shut it.”
“I think she wants me first.” Hot breaths tickle down my ear as warm lips brush the earlobe. “Don’t you, princess?”
Um yeah! Yeah!
Keep doing that, please.
I want to shout that at the top of my lungs, but I can’t find the words. I can only close my eyes and lean into his hard chest. Well, hell. He can probably use this thing as a board.
Something at the back of my mind tells me this is wrong — so wrong, but I don’t particularly care about that something at the moment.
That something can go suck it as long as King keeps touching me and making me feel good. Torturous,