Free Denying Bjorn by Charisma Knight

were to have sex tonight, it would take place in his bedroom.
    In the background, soft classical guitar played. Earlier, when they’d arrived, Bjorn cracked open a bottle of Pinot Noir, and she’d been in heaven ever since. He leaned in close and delivered soft kisses just beneath her ear and along the crook of her neck.
    “I should be doing this to you,” she admitted as she rolled her head forward and from side to side.
    “Yes, oooh, that feels so good, Bjorn.” She groaned louder as his thumbs dug in between her shoulder blades in a rhythmic fashion.
    “You’ve got little knots in your muscles,” he told her as he continued working them out.
    Lydia sucked in a breath. “Yeah, I know. Ow, a little too hard, baby.” She groaned in pleasure as he adjusted the pressure. “Ahh, that feels so good, yes, right there.” She leaned against him. “You really know how to spoil a girl.”
    “You deserve it,” he breathed as his hands slid over her collarbone. “Are you hungry yet, doll?”
    “No. You?”
    “I’m good for another few hours. We had a late lunch and nibbled on those honey-roasted peanuts when we came here,” he told her. “How’s Chinese?”
    “Yes, I haven’t had Chinese food in a while. Beef and broccoli or kung pao chicken sounds like a plan.”
    “Just let me know when you’re ready to eat.”
    “I will.” Lydia smiled as Bjorn’s hands traveled from her collarbone to her breasts. “Oh, Bjorn.” She moaned. “Baby.” She pressed her lips together tightly and bit her lip in ecstasy.
    “Do you like that?” His voice was a whisper as he lightly pinched her diamond-hard nipples through her bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them through the fabric of her blouse.
    “You know I do.” Lydia placed her hands over his and pressed her ass against him. “Mmmm.”
    She hummed as his lips caressed the other side of her neck and he locked his arms around her in a firm embrace. Gently, he nipped at her flesh before laving the area with his tongue. One of his hands crept up, grasping her chin in a firm embrace, turning her head toward the living room so that her neck was exposed. He began to kiss her there again, making her moan. The erotic tickling sensation made her wet with desire, and that sensation intensified as his other hand fondled her breast.
    “Bjorn.” She wiggled and gyrated against him as he rolled his hips forward. Her breathing labored as a moan slipped past her lips. She wanted him now. “Please don’t tease me.”
    “I have no intentions of doing such thing,” he whispered and continued nibbling her flesh. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he insisted through shallow breaths. “We both are.”
    Lydia squirmed again, but he pinned her hips in place. “Yes, we are.”
    “Shower with me.” His voice was a low and husky. “Once we’ve finished, I want to lick the beads of water from your skin.” Slowly, he began to pull the chemise blouse over her head. Lydia held her arms up as he freed her from it.
    She licked her lips as he undid the button and zipper to her black jeans. Gently, he patted her on the ass, motioning for her to lift up. She did, and wriggled out of them effortlessly. With a grunt, she tossed them to the plush dark brown carpet and turned to face him.
    Greedily, his mouth slanted over hers, his teeth grazing over her top lip, tugging ever so lightly before nipping her lightly. Lydia moaned in response as Bjorn cupped her ass and pulled her hard against his erection. She cried out as his fingers wove their way into her silk panties. Lydia arched her back and ovaled her lips as she slid into his touch.
    He groaned his frustration at the silken panties. “These . . . are in the way,” he grunted as he rested a finger on her clit. Roughly, he tugged at the fabric as his breathing increased. Bunching the panties up, he gently tugged them between her wet folds.
    “Unhh, Bjorn!” Every nerve ending was awakened as pleasure assaulted