The Viking Wants Forever by Koko Brown Read Free Book Online

Blinking out of her semi-daze, she caught him inspecting her braids. While he studied them, she studied him.
    Eirik was saved from being called beautiful by a jagged scar running down the side of his right cheek and a slight bump where his nose had obviously been broken several times. His lips were pressed together, but they were surprisingly full for a guy and decidedly kissable.
    As if sensing her perusal, his eyes swung up to lock with hers. An intense shade of blue, almost bordering on turquoise, his gaze was shrewd and assessing, in the face of a blank expression. If he’d desired her before, she didn’t see any indication of it now as he gazed down at her. Even when his hands circled her waist and slowly moved upward to rest under her breasts, she couldn’t read him.
    She on the other hand was a jumble of nerves and sensations. Hyperaware, she practically squirmed beneath him. The pad of his thumbs made small circles along her rib cage, and her breath launched from her lungs in embarrassing gulps as if she were drowning. He caressed her breasts, his fingertips surreptitiously brushing against her nipples, and her eyes roll heavenward. How could he remain so detached, a virtual blank canvas, when her body refused to listen to her anymore?
    So of course, Reese was knocked off her axis when he kissed her. He moved so quickly, snagging her bottom lip before covering her mouth with his, she didn’t see him coming.
    Again, her body reacted without permission. She opened for him and his tongue marched right in.

Chapter Five
    R eese didn’t consider herself a novice. She’d suffered her first kiss at the ripe old age of five, and lost her virginity at seventeen. But nothing prepared her for this! His kisses were akin to battle, with her on the losing side.
    His hands roamed over her body, not staying in one place, leaving her flesh quivering in his wake. They traveled over her shoulders, down her arms, her hips then downward to the curve of her ass. He cupped each cheek and pulled her into him fitting, them together. He was thick and hard against her vulnerable center and she melted like one of those swooning cartoon characters that ended up on the floor in a puddle.
    Needing to come up for air, Reese tore her mouth from his. “This...you...you’re...” she gasped loudly as he ground into her, teasing her already throbbing clit, “please don’t stop.”
    Eirik suddenly pulled away from her. Reese followed, nuzzling the side of his neck and
    wrapping her arms around his muscular shoulders. But he untangled their limbs and sat up.  A quizzical look shadowed his angular features. Lord have mercy!   Even in his confusion, he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Like a bee drawn to honey, she reached and traced her fingers along his jaw. 
    “How do you know our language?” he demanded. She cried out when he grabbed her hand with a vise-like grip and yanked it over her head. “TELL...ME!” he enunciated, tightening his grip on her wrist, and spoiling the mood.
    Reese glared up at him. Why was it so unbelievable she would know their language? Were Vikings so arrogant that they believed they were the only explorers in the world? Or that they were the only ones capable of speaking more than one language? No longer in a playful mood, Reese decided to answer his question with one of her own. “How many languages do you know?”
    “Three,” he said. “Dansk Tunga, Anglisc, and Gaelic.”
    In spite of the pain shooting down her arm, Reese was impressed by his linguistic skills. She’d taken Spanish and French all four years in high school and she could barely ask for directions to the bathroom in either language.
    “Your master, was he a Norseman?” he prompted, still not easing up on her wrist.
    Ugh ...Reese really hated that term, and the whole idea of slavery.  And yet, she knew it was one
    of the few viable reasons for why she would be in Norway during the Middle Ages. Still, that didn’t mean she had