Free A Viking's Peace: Futuristic Science Fiction Romance (Vikings in Space Book 1) by Zoe York Page A

looked so cool and calm, but she liked that she got under his skin just as much as he did hers. “Take me to bed.”
    With a growl he pressed her back against the wall, his hands in her hair and then on her shoulders, her hips, her breasts. His mouth covered hers in an urgent kiss that didn’t end until he was sitting on the stairs and she was straddling him, her wet sex riding his straining cock. He cupped the back of her head with one hand and stroked up her leg, under her skirts with the other. “I should fuck you right here, you impossible woman.”
    “Yes,” she whispered, nipping at his lower lip. “I want you inside me.”
    He rocked against her, his erection rolling across all her sensitive parts before pressing against the most sensitive part in exactly the right way. “No,” he ground out. “Not yet.”
    She wiggled against him with a whimper and he cupped her bottom firmly in one hand as he lifted them both up off the stairs and turned, climbing again. “Which room are you in?”
    She muttered instructions to him between kisses on his neck. The hot, tight skin there was suddenly irresistible to her. She wanted more of him naked. All of him. He bumped her back against the doorframe to the room at the end of the hall, but then she was being gently lowered on the low, wide platform bed. He kissed her soundly before standing again, and she pushed herself up on her elbows to watch him undress. This time, it all came off. Tunic. Shirt. Belt. His torso was a thing of beauty, all angles and shadows, dark, curly hair trailing down the centre in an invitation to discover what was hidden behind the laces on his trousers.
    “Let me,” she breathed as his hands moved there, and he climbed onto the bed, his long thighs straddling her with ease. She touched the hard planes of his abdomen first, loving the way he shuddered under her fingertips. She leaned up and kissed the flat space between his navel and his pants, then inhaled more of that yummy soapy smell she’d come to associate with him. And underneath it, the scent of her man.  
    It made her hungry.
    She opened her mouth and sank her teeth ever so slightly into his skin, laving the spot almost immediately with her tongue. He groaned and pressed her head into his belly. “Again,” he muttered, and she laid a line of love bites across his stomach while her hands started to work on the laces. Underneath her fingers, his erection flexed and strained for release, and she teased the impressive length of him with her knuckles. On the third pass, he let out another growl and hauled her away, flicking his pants open with a lightning fast move.  
    “Touch me,” he commanded, and she greedily wrapped both hands around his cock. It was a thing of beauty, with silky skin stretched tight behind a wide head. Dusky pink down the length, almost dark purple behind the foreskin, and all hers. She dashed her tongue out and tasted the bead of pre-come swelling at the tip. Hesitantly, she opened her lips, wanting to taste more of him. He flexed his hips forward, easing in over her tongue, and she quickly choked as the weight of him filled her mouth. He pulled back, whispering for her to breathe, then swallow as he tried again. It was overwhelming and she struggled under him for a second before he twisted off and pulled her on top of him. “Something else you’ve never done?” he asked, tracing her lips with his thumb.  
    She snagged his finger between her teeth and shook her head. Holding his hand in place, she licked up and down his thumb before tugging it back into her mouth to demonstrate she did know a little bit about that act. “Not never. Just rarely. And never…like that. Or with anyone quite so large.”
    He stared at her mouth as she pulled again at his thumb. “Show me, then, how you’ve done it.” He carefully removed her broach, loosening her dress. “And take that off.”
    She slid down his legs as she lifted both her dress and the shift beneath it over