Free StoneHardPassion by Anya Richards

constant
whenever he was with Jasmina.
    Moving across the room to the window, he stood facing it
without really seeing outside.
    “Vidar.”
    He turned to Jasmina and his heart stopped, his lungs
seized.
    She was naked, her waist-length black hair swirling around
her golden body, the colorful tattoos emphasizing her high, firm breasts, small
waist and trim hips. Lifting her hand, she pushed her hair back, then slowly
swept her palm down, tracing a path from her neck to her stomach, bringing it
to a halt just above her almost clean-shaven mound.
    He swallowed, didn’t even attempt to speak, unable to stop
looking at her, lust boiling like magma in his belly. When his gaze rose to her
face, she was smiling slightly, but her heavy-lidded eyes told the story of her
desire.
    “I wasn’t sure you’d make the first move, so I figured I’d
save you the trouble.” Her voice was confident but she lightly bit her bottom
lip. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”
    “No.” The growl in his voice shocked him, but couldn’t cool
his yearning. “I don’t mind.” Jasmina’s smile widened and she took a step closer.
Vidar held up his hand and she stopped, her eyes rounding in surprise. “Stay
there. I want to look at you.”
    Her cheeks grew pinker, and she licked her lips. Her breath
was ragged when she inhaled. “Okay.”
    By Freyja, she was gorgeous. Even more so than his active
imagination had been able to conjure. He’d seen photographs and paintings of
nude women, used that information to try to picture what Jasmina would look
like unclothed. There had been no way to know how much more beautiful she would
be in reality, with a welcoming smile on her face, the light gleaming on her
skin.
    His brain struggled to take it all in. Dark nipples, peaked
and tempting. Flat, toned stomach, the bright roc feathers sweeping across her
torso, a jinn word tattooed above her pierced bellybutton. Long, amazing legs.
Narrow, beautiful feet, toes curled into the rug.
    “By all that’s holy.” Her voice was a low whisper, hot as
the need in his chest. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna have an
orgasm before you can even touch me.”
    “Good.” He didn’t know what he was saying, couldn’t think,
only react. “I’m just about ready to come in my pants too.”
    “Shit.” She lifted a hand in appeal. “Don’t make me wait.”
    Something feral exploded in his chest. He didn’t understand,
but couldn’t fight it—didn’t want to fight. “Lie down, and I’ll come to you.”
    Her lips opened, as though to argue, but the blush on her
chest and face intensified. After a moment she gave a little whimper and sank
gracefully to the rug. Sweeping her hair to one side, her gaze never leaving
his, she lay on her back.
    “Like this?”
    “Oh yes.” He stripped off his outer jacket and began to
unbutton his cuffs. A distant part of his brain was surprised at the steadiness
of his fingers when the rest of his body was a trembling mess. “Just like
that.”
    One quick tug had his shirt off over his head, but he didn’t
wait to finish stripping the rest of his clothes away. His fingers tingled, the
need to touch her overwhelming every other consideration. Two steps took him to
her side. He knelt, was still too far away, so he lay down on his side, facing
her. Jasmina started to roll toward him.
    “Stay where you are.” She froze, stared at him, wide-eyed,
as he continued. “I’m going to touch you now.”
    He heard the threat in his voice, that he wouldn’t start if
she moved, and didn’t truly understand where it came from. All he comprehended
was he couldn’t bear it right now if she put a hand on him.
    Jasmina subsided and he saw the rapid rise and fall of her
breasts, the movement of her throat as she swallowed. “I’m all yours.”
    Not yet—but you will be.
    Even with that fierce thought, worry about his inexperience
feathered down his spine again, had to be pushed away. He trusted her to help
him, even if