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I’ll come if you do that.”
    Propping herself on an elbow she caressed his chest. “That’s the idea, lover.”
    “You are an evil English woman. My mother told me to beware strange women, particularly foreign ones.”
    Chortling at this, Summer responded, “But I’m half-Finnish, remember?”
    “And that’s the only reason why I’m allowing you to stay. I’m hoping your Fin nish genes will remember that the man is the dominant one here.”
    Her taunt was teasingly mocking. “Huh! Is that right? I know from my Viking research that the woman was actually in charge of the household. Did you know that the word ‛husband’ comes from th at era because on marriage the woman would get control of the keys of the household, and she could lock him in, and he would become ‛house-bound’.”
    Rik rolled his eyes. “Rubbish.”
    Innocently, she argued, “It’s true. At least that’s what I’ve read.”
    “You d o realize that the Vikings never actually had much of a presence here.”
    She laughed. “And I had envisaged modern-day Finnish men to be the descendants of those hunky Vikings. Of course, if you can demonstrate your superior strength, I’ll submit. But do remember that with my sporting background I could probably outrun you any day.”
    Uh-oh . That was a battle cry if he ever heard one, or at least a provocation. The little she-wolf is goading me . Well, two could play that game. Before she got the chance to ascertain his intentions, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back to his front as he rose to his knees. Her arms flailed in the air, and her knees scrambled for purchase on the bed, but he held her tightly, his time in the gym proving its worth as he pushed her onto all fours, pressing her firmly down. Her body was tense as she struggled to get away, so he nudged her head with his. “Submit, Summer.” His arm was still locked around her, his other hand on the bed holding himself up. He growled against the soft shell of her ear, “Come on, Summer. Give yourself to me.” His voice was deep and husky. It brought back unbidden memories of Leevi saying the same thing to him.
    When she relaxed beneath him, he trembled and licked her nape. She giggled. “That tickles.”
    He continued to suck and lick her, but unlocked his arm around her waist and widened his knees, pushing her legs further apart. She leaned down onto her elbows, and pushed her butt into his crotch. His kisses moved across her shoulders until he came to an intriguing mark on her right shoulder that he had noticed earlier. Looking at it now, he could see it was a tattoo, and he started.
    “Um, Summer. What’s this?”
    “A tattoo. Duh.”
    “Okay, so I know what it is, but why do you have one, and why a wolf’s head?”
    “Oh.” He could tell she was a little nervous. “Well, I got it on my first holiday with a girlfriend from uni when I turned twenty-one. We were at the seaside, and there was a tattoo parlor on the promenade. My friend dared me to have one. Of course, I couldn’t resist. This was one of those I could choose from the tattooist’s book, and I liked it the best.”
    Still drawn to the rather lovely picture of a black wolf, he sucked the skin at the nape of her neck between his teeth. Rik swiftly pulled away when he realized he had nearly bitten her. Hell. He had to be careful. He didn’t mean to do to her what Leevi had inadvertently done to him.
    Lifting his head he said, “Sorry, you’re going to have a hell of a bruise.”
    Summer laughed. “What, that hickey? Don’t worry. I’ve had worse marks from the sports field.”
    Thank God she thought it was just that, and he rubbed her shoulder over the bruise, running his fingers down her spine and around her body to cup a breast, the outline of her tight, hot nipple pushing into his palm. She arched her back down, pressing into his hand, inadvertently pushing her butt up. As she did so, his very hard, and throbbing, cock slipped to the