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me.”
    “Oh, will I?” she teased.
    Bjorn flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms above her head, catching her wrists in one enormous hand. He kissed her hard then invaded her mouth with his tongue. He pushed open her legs with his own then reached down to massage her bruised sex. She struggled against him, glad that she could not free herself. His rod stiffened again against the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
    Oh gods, yes, she thought. His power over her was exhilarating. He pushed his fingers inside of her and ground her hard little pearl beneath his thumb. She moaned against his mouth, and her hips began to buck against his hand. Her body raced again towards sweet release. He read her movements and quickened the pace of his marauding fingers. She jerked her head to the side and called out his name. In a moment, he was inside her, plunging deep into her wet, aching sex. She wrapped her legs around his thick thighs and was consumed in a fury of grinding hips and desperate cries.
    He let go of her hands, and she reached down to grab his glorious haunches. Kadlin was a bundle of shuddering nerves, and she thought she couldn’t bear another thrust, but he pushed into her over and over. Impossibly, her body began to climb again.
    She felt wild and wicked and completely without shame as she demanded, “More, Viking! More—”
    He quieted her with another possessive kiss, and they exploded together.
    He rolled on his back and pulled her to his chest. When she had caught her breath and his heartbeat had slowed beneath her cheek, he spoke. “You will wait for me.”
    “Yes, Viking, I will wait for you.” She closed her eyes and slid into a fathomless sleep.
    * * * *
    Her stomach woke her, and it, no doubt, had been roused by the scent of roasting meat. She rolled up on one elbow and watched Bjorn as he crouched naked by the fire, turning the skewered rabbits over the flames. There were four roasting, and she thought she could eat them all herself. It wasn’t until she sat up that she realized she’d been covered by his cloak. She stood and wrapped it around her shoulders. Their clothes were draped over a branch, smoothed out and drying. She smiled when she understood that he’d washed them while she’d slept.
    He laughed at her as she walked toward the fire.
    “What’s so funny, you big bear?” she asked.
    “You look as though you’ve been well laid, imp.”
    “Well laid and starving,” she replied.
    He stood and a shiver traveled up her spine at the beauty of him. He peeled the cloak from her shoulders, shook off the dust and draped it on the branch near the drying clothes. He looked her over then took her hand.
    “And you’re in need of a bath,” he said, leading her toward the stream. She looked down at her body. Every inch of skin was covered with sweat-streaked dirt. She reached up and touched her hair, it was a disheveled nest of snarls. He led her into the cool water, and when it reached her breasts, he stopped. He lovingly washed her neck and shoulders, massaging away the soreness in her muscles as he worked.
    “Wash your face,” he said softly. She leaned forward and scrubbed. When she stood again, he washed each arm from fingertips upward, then he turned her and rubbed the grime from her back and hips. He reached around and ran his fingers over her collarbones and down over her bobbing breasts. She leaned back into him, sighing at his touch. She’d never felt more adored. He slid his hands under her arms and walked backward. “Lie back,” he said, and while she floated, he stroked her legs and feet clean. He turned her slowly in the water until the top of her head was against his chest. He massaged her scalp and worked the tangles from her hair with his fingers. Her ears were under the surface of the water, and her satisfied moans sounded far off. She looked up at the bright blue sky and the pure white clouds. When he bent to kiss her, she felt as though she’d tasted Valhalla.
    He stood