The Viking Wants Forever by Koko Brown Read Free Book Online Page B

an equal passion.
    Her breathing was harsh to her own ears and her heart pounded painfully against her ribcage. Yet despite her need for oxygen, she cried out in protest when he tore his lips from hers once again and sat back on his haunches. Hating the distance he’d created, she reached for him. He caught both of her wrists and held them.
    “It is time for the second part of your lesson.” His voice was deep and guttural, with a distinct rasp that made her want to spread her legs even wider.
    “What do they call you?”
    Embarrassed, Reese’s face exploded with heat. She was about to give up him goods, and he didn’t even know her name.
    Just call me slut. “I’m ReeseReese Johnson and you?” A southern girl through and through, it only seemed right to ask his name as well even though she already had it imprinted on her brain.
    “Eirik Sigurdsson, the son of Sigurd ‘The Fierce’,” he reciprocated with a proud expansion of his chest.
    “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Without thinking, Reese held out her hand. This time he didn’t reciprocate, and a frown marred the space between his arrogantly slashed brows.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Why do you give me your hand?”
    “Where I come from, it’s a sign of greeting.”
    “Nothing more?” He asked warily.
    “Nothing more.”
    Still hesitant, he placed his hand in hers, engulfing it and making her pulse leap. Reese inhaled shakily. His touch was electric, sending a charge up her arm and making her ache all over.
    “I’m very pleased to meet you as well, Reese.” He smiled and it transformed his features, softening them, making him appear much younger than she first assumed. Dazzled, Reese couldn’t find the will to look away. She’d never seen hair that blond, bordering on white. The stark absence of color contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin and amazing blue eyes.
    Riveted, Reese wondered what the long strands felt like. Her hand must have given an involuntary squeeze because he glanced down at it and then back at her. Reese sucked in a deep breath. His gaze was like free-falling off a cliff. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, and she lost her equilibrium to the point she felt lightheaded and had to use her free hand for support.
    What the hell is wrong with me? Why couldn’t she shake this inexplicable pull, this instinctual urge
    to have him inside her?
    Loki! His mischief could be the only reason for this restless, sexual energy. Her hormones had
    never been so out of control. If he could hurtle her back in time, surely he could heighten her attraction to a man she’d just met. Awash with guilt, Reese pulled her hand from his and tucked it in her lap.
    “About that second lesson...” she prompted.
    “Ah yes, the second lesson.” He reached out and ran his finger over her shoulder and down her arm, causing an involuntary shiver. “Whenever we are in my bedchamber, you will help me to undress.”
    Reese’s gaze drifted downward to the snug, suede trouser held up by contrasting rawhide laces. She eyed the sizable bulge threatening to split the supple material and she unconsciously licked her lips. She hadn’t known what she’d done until she heard him chuckle.
    “Patience. That is a lesson for another day.” Eirik moved to his knees, placing said bulge at eye level. Hands behind his back, he swiveled his hips.
    His antics were corny, but Reese couldn’t deny her excitement. Her pulse pounded loudly in her ears and her mouth could give the Sahara desert a run for its money. Hot and bothered, she clawed at the laces. She rolled the waistband over his narrow hips, and his scent assailed her. She breathed him in and became slightly intoxicated. Before she toppled over she paused to steady herself.
    “What is wrong?” he asked, cupping her face.
    Raw and somewhat vulnerable, Reese rubbed her cheek in his hand. “You drive me crazy.” She peered up at him to gauge his reaction and was met with another frown.  They spoke