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makes me bite my bottom lip. Finally, his breeches are low enough that his cock springs free. It’s engorged but not hard enough yet to stand upright. Still, it reaches down his leg long enough that it would span from my palm to my fingertips. And oh how I ache to wrap my fingers around it, so much so that the longing is almost painful.
    I drag my eyes back up to his face and find him smirking, bright blue eyes flashing as he turns away and steps toward the pool. The buckles and laces of my armor and clothing give my hasty fingers hell. Dropping armor, boots, and breeches as I walk, I make my way over the hill. Grím eases slowly into the steaming pool and turns to face me. He leans back, arms spreading out onto the bank as he watches me.
    I pull my tunic off and drop it aside. For a moment I revel in the feel of the cool evening air upon my skin. My nipples harden at the touch of the wafting steam. Grím’s eyes widen as they take me in. Now it’s my turn to tease. Keeping my steps almost painfully slow, I walk around the edge of the pool, unbinding the plate from my hair as I do so. Once it’s free I shake out the long blond locks and run my fingers through them.
    A low moan slips from Grím, the very sound of which makes me wet. “By Odin woman, ye look amazin’,” he says.
    Picking my way through the flowers, I descend the hill. All the while I hold Grím’s hungry gaze. The cool ground sends shivers up through my feet but the wafting steam halts them before they can spread. Reaching out with a toe, I test the water. It balances just on the edge of warm and hot. In only two steps I’m up to my waist, enveloped in the wonderful warmth. I cross the pool slowly, enjoying the weight of his eyes. Moisture glistens on his smooth, hard chest and makes the blue knotwork tattoos look as though they’re glowing.
    By the time I reach him, the water is deep enough that my breasts are floating. His eyes have snagged on them like a fisherman’s net. Pink flashes as his tongue darts out to trace his lips. The sight breaks the dam of reservations that remained inside me. My arms snake around his neck and I press my chest to his. The sensation of my nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his body makes the muscles between my legs clench almost painfully tight. Our eyes lock. Around his pupils is a starburst of different blue colors that mesmerize me. Only when they flutter closed am I able to look away.
    His chin rises and our lips brush. Lightning dances across my mouth, kindling a fire. With a gentle push, his lips urge mine open and his tongue pushes into my mouth. Once I can get a hold of it, I pull it into my own mouth and suck on it. Grím moans. His arms slide around me, one going up to cup the back of my neck. Our bodies drift closer and I realize he’s sitting on a ledge. Putting a knee to either side of him, I straddle his lap. I lower myself until I feel the head of his cock against the folds of my sheath. It bounces at the contact, hard and eager. His arms tighten around me.
    Gasping, he mutters something in Nordic. The deep, hungry tone of his voice sets my body to tingling. I throw my head back as he traces kisses down my neck. Shifting, I hover just over the head of his cock until the tip presses into me. Wet as I am, it’s no easy feat keeping him from slipping all the way in, but I manage. Rocking gently, I allow only the head to enter me again, and again. His kisses turn to gentle bites. His breathing grows ragged. The urge to sit down and take his full length into me is nearly overwhelming but I fight against it. For tonight, I have other plans.
    His mouth closes over my right breast so suddenly that I nearly abandon myself to my desires. But no, I can’t. Hands gripping my butt, he shifts, preparing to thrust into me. Just before he can, I stand up.
    “Sit on the bank,” I tell him.
    One dark eyebrow rises and he smiles. “Goin to tease me to death?” he asks.
    I return the smile.