Frozen. Morgan Q O'Reilly

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      “I can… but I won’t.” He was unmovable as he stared down at her. “I won’t rape you, even though I’d probably have not only your father’s blessing for doing it, but Odin’s as well. You’re right. I’m arrogant enough that I want you willing and begging for me.”

      Her mouth dropped open to let loose another barrage of insults, but his mouth stopped her. Pinned beneath him, with his hands easily holding her wrists, she was no match for him when he kissed her. Before she could even think, he sucked her tongue into his mouth and used his to stroke it. A mad, sensuous clash erupted as she fought to push him away and he used subtle strength to hold her in place. The ease with which he restrained her was frustrating. And his kiss… Moder Freya… she’d never experienced anything like it.

      All thoughts of cold flew right out of her head. Heat, delicious and consuming, flashed though her, starting where his cock pressed against her and seared her to her fingertips and toes. Burning, she surrendered to the kiss and melted into the feather bed. His grip on her wrists loosened, but he didn’t release her even as his kiss gentled. Now straining to get closer, she writhed beneath him, her hardened nipples pressing against his hard chest through the silk.

      Intent on the kiss and the feel of his body against hers, she didn’t pay attention when he slid her hands to the corners of the bed, spreading them wide. All she wanted was his hands on her body, his lips covering her skin. Cold clicks took her by surprise. Something both soft and hard replaced his hands around her wrists. With a squeal of protest she tried to pull her hands away and found them trapped, the rattle of metal grating to her ears.

      Lips on her earlobe stole the heat of her protest.

      “Gunnar,” she moaned as a wave of fire rolled down her body, directly through her nipples to deep in her center. “What did you do?”

      “Just playing,” he murmured, his tongue hot against the skin of her neck just above the high neck of her shirt.

      She pulled against the restraints as he kissed a spot right behind her ear. Oh, she’d never felt that before and turned her head to let him reach it better. Funny, instead of feeling cold, now she felt hot. She’d never felt this hot on this planet.

      “Don’t fight it, baby,” he told her.

      As long as he kept his lips on her body she wouldn’t argue.

      “Why?”

      “I’ve heard it’s fun this way.”

      “But…”

      “Shhh. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

      He kissed her again and her head spun. The man was a genius. Where did he learn…?

      Whimpering, she twisted away from the kiss. “I thought you were pure?” she gasped.

      He pushed up on his elbows and looked down at her with a tiny smile. “I am. I’ve never made love to a woman without a barrier. Not even when she used her mouth.”

      “What?” Stunned at his revelation, she couldn’t complete the thought. “I…I…I thought…”

      “I was a virgin?” He smiled down at her as he stroked her cheek. “Oh sweetheart, ten years is a very long time to wait for your true love to show up. I’ve never spilled my seed in or on another woman. I saved that all for you. But that didn’t mean I didn’t do some studying. The way I see it, this is my final exam, sort of like the test to get my transporter’s license. Everything up until now has been training for this moment. If you aren’t both satisfied and pregnant by the time we pull into Stravicsholm, we’ll just run off to your apartment and lock ourselves in until I get it right.”

      

       Chapter 6

      Gunnar watched, holding back his laughter as her mouth gaped open and closed like a goldfish. No sound came out initially as she worked her mouth. Eventually she worked up to indignant splutters.

      “You— I— Outrageous… Intolerable— How dare you!” She finally got the words out as a shout. “Release me!” she ordered in a truly imperious tone. Too bad she’d forgotten one little thing.

      “I dare?” He regarded her with his best arched brow. “You’ve kept us apart for the last ten years. We should have at least five children by now. There is so much lost time to make up for, my princess. And we start tonight. Here. Now.” He leaned over her and punctuated each declaration with a kiss. Moder Freya, but she tasted good.

      And felt good too. Her breasts were every bit as full as he’d glimpsed this morning and her nipples poked against the thin silk covering her. Resting on his elbows over her, he couldn’t see her whole body like he wanted to. The question, now, was: did he remove her clothing the civilized way, or the more fun way?

      “Do you have more of these long underwear items in your luggage?”

      “Why?” she snapped her question back at him.

      “That’s not the response I’m looking for. Yes, or no?”

      “Yes,” she muttered.

      “Good answer. Definitely the preferred one.”

      Alarm made her eyes sparkle, even through the ridiculous lenses. “Why?” she asked again.

      “Because,” he pushed back until he knelt between her legs, “I’m still trying to decide how to get these off of you.”

      He trailed his fingers down her body, brushing over her breasts, watching her nipples grow even harder. Her stomach quivered as he smoothed his hand over it.

      “Ticklish?”

      “A little.”

      No, she couldn’t very well deny it.

      He reached for the waistband of her leggings. She folded her legs up and pressed her feet against his chest. A moment before she put power into her legs to push him away, he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart.

      “Still feisty, eh?” He chuckled in the face of her groan.

      “I told you, I won’t make love to you,” she protested through clenched teeth.

      “Oh, but you will, and you’ll beg me for it,” he promised her.

      “Gunnar, this doesn’t make sense! I’ll make a lousy queen. I can’t do this,” she wailed.

      “You can, and you will. The gods don’t choose the unable.”

      A strong gust of wind hit the side of the van their transport was cocooned in.

      “See? Odin agrees with me,” he told her. “Well, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

      Brown-tinted eyes flew open wide as he reached behind him. Before she could squeal, a lined cuff encased one ankle. It wasn’t much СКАЧАТЬ