Free Valhalla Cupcakes by Cassidy Cayman

he’d come up with something good. He wrestled off her shoes, pulling her feet into his lap as he leaned back in his chair. Never taking his eyes off her, he began to massage her toes.
    “You said I could do this whenever I wanted,” he reminded her and she nodded, already half gone at the ecstacy of his strong fingers prodding at her aching feet.
    His thumbs rolled down her arches and she groaned. She was done, cooked. Completely unglued. Especially as he kept gazing at her so intently while he worked his magic on her bare feet.
    Keep it together, she warned herself. She knew she should yank her feet out of his firm, relaxing grip and finish cleaning up. He blinked slowly at her and the corner of his mouth turned up in a lazy, inviting smile.
    “You can have kissing back,” she said.

Chapter 6

    In a flash, he dropped her feet and leaned across the table. Looking frustrated at his lack of being able to do much with his hands due to her restraints, he put his elbows on the table, and pulled her closer by her shirt. She leaned in and he placed his mouth against hers, gently at first, his tongue barely tracing her lips.
    Wanting more, she half rose out of her chair, pushing him backwards until he was standing, never breaking the kiss. He came around the table, resting his hands against her hips, and pushed her mouth open with his tongue.
    Sizzling with longing, she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. It wasn’t enough, even as he plundered her mouth, and she moaned in frustration, raking her fingers back down and getting them under his shirt. His hard, hot stomach contracted as she ran her hands over the muscular expanse, and she yanked him closer by his waistband. Having him pressed against her sent a shockwave through her that she was sure he could feel. With a low growl, he snaked a hand into her hair, wrapping it around his hand and tugging her head back, kissing hungrily down her neck while his other hand still rested placidly at her waist.
    About to cry from wanting so badly to feel his hands on her, she actually reached down and put her hand over his, moving it up toward her breast.
    “Why aren’t you touching me?” she begged.
    “I can’t do anything else,” he said, looking pleadingly into her eyes.
    She laughed desperately, recalling all the restraints she’d placed on him. “You can have it all back,” she said, grabbing him around the neck again. “Do whatever you want.”
    The moment the words were out, she froze, thinking he’d drop her and take off out the door, but instead, he pulled her up against him, sliding his hands up her sides, then quickly down again as if he couldn’t get enough. He cupped her backside and lifted her, backing her against the nearest wall. Her head hit the faded wallpaper and he quickly placed his palm behind it, nudging a knee between her legs.
    The feel of his hands and body finally taking control of her sent the last shred of dutiful thoughts out of her mind. She didn’t give a damn about anything other than feeling his skin against hers. The mobsters could break in and start videotaping and she still wouldn’t stop until Erik was inside her.
    “I don’t want my shirt on anymore,” she said between kisses.
    He grinned and pulled her top up by the hem. “God, your body’s beautiful, Audrey. What’s this thing, though? I hate it.”
    He ran a finger under the lacy band of her bra and pulled. She struggled to get her hand behind her to snap it open.
    “I hate it too,” she said, finally undoing it and shaking it off her shoulders. Goodness, the way he looked at her as if she was a hard earned and valuable prize was going to kill her. She liked it way too much.
    He covered her breasts with his palms, gently sliding his fingers down over her nipples and smiling at the reaction.
    “Do you want me to kiss them?” he asked, rather evilly, she thought. “Tell me what you want me to do. I have to do it.”
    Oh God, he was evil, but