Free At the Viking's Command (Warriors Unleashed Book 2) by Anne Marsh Page A

Mona Lisa smile on her face and pretended indifference, like waiting for him to reach the bed wasn’t a sexual tease. He hadn’t left her all that many choices when he’d decided to make his point and tie her up. Since flouncing off the bed was off-limits, she lounged against the headboard. It was hard to look relaxed buck-ass naked, but she’d hooked a fur and draped it strategically over what she sincerely hoped were her good parts. She wasn’t ready to bare it all just yet.
    “I’m waiting for my answer,” he said, but his definition of waiting was definitely different than hers because he didn’t stop moving toward her. The heavy thud as he closed the space between them was a delicious turn-on, his booted feet every bit as powerful as the rest of him. His knees hit the side of the bed, but he didn’t join her.
    Damn him.
    “Agreed.” Did she sound too eager? Because she was coming out ahead in this deal. A mercenary and hot sex. Go her.
    Since he was staring at her like he could see through her impromptu fur bikini, she figured that was her invitation to return the favor. He wore black cargo pants and that same pair of mean-looking shitkicker boots, military issue and broken in. Norse tattoos peeking out beneath the cuffs of his thermal shirt. She wanted him naked. Yesterday. She should have felt guilty for railroading him into helping her, but Calder was nobody’s fool. He did this because he wanted to. He was large and ruthless, all raw power as he yanked his shirt over his head.
    Oh, goody. Getting naked .
    His shirt hit the floor. “Last chance.”
    “Are you kidding me?” They still weren’t done talking?
    “No.” He unbuckled his belt. Even better.
    “Is this like a Mexican timeshare transaction? I get three days to change my mind?”
    “You really want three days?”
    He bent over and yanked off a boot, sending it flying against the wall with an audible thump. The bend-and-reach pulled his pants tight against his front, outline his erection. It was…impressive.
    Hotter. Wetter. Time to get this show on the road. “Untie me,” she demanded.
    His amused chuckle just aroused her further. Oh, God. She hadn’t realized how sexy Calder would sound when he laughed.
    “You don’t give the orders here, sweetheart.”
    He could try ordering her around. Maybe it would work.
    Or not .
    His second boot hit the floor by the side of the bed and he shoved his pants down. Her Viking went commando. He didn’t give her much of a chance to check him out, though, because he crawled onto the bed and swung himself over her. Two hard, tattooed forearms caged her head.
    “Ground rules,” he growled.
    If he wanted her to listen, he had her in the wrong position. She wasn’t interested in thinking now she had his big, hot body pressing hers down into the mattress. She stretched, her body singing a welcome of its own for her Viking.
    He glared down at her, not looking particularly lover-like. “I give the orders.”
    Uh-huh. Words, words, words. She wanted action. “You do what you want to do, big guy. Kiss me.”
    He stilled. “You really don’t take orders, do you?”
    Nope, but he could hope.
    “Please?” she offered hopefully. Maybe he’d kiss her sometime this century.
    With a muffled groan, he covered her mouth with his.
    He kissed her thoroughly, slowly and at his own damned speed. When she shimmied beneath him, trying to speed things up, he gave her more of his weight. She breathed hard, his scent flooding her with each gasp and pant. He kissed and nipped and ate at her mouth, filling her up with himself. Driving his tongue into her mouth and tasting her. Sealing himself to her.
    His impromptu ropes pulled at her arms, reminding her she was stretched out for his pleasure. She couldn’t go far without his permission or a knife. Still, he hadn’t tied her legs. Oversight . She slid her foot up his calf, savoring the rough-soft prickle of hair. Dug her heel into his muscled ass.
    Without breaking