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made the thrum of desire between her thighs escalate. She had to
walk away—now—before she did something they’d both regret.
    “So.” Mindful of his dislike of translocation she stepped
aside, keeping her gaze locked on his. “I’m ready when you are.”
    Turning, she started back toward the other side of the
table, each strike of her boot heels on the floor sounding like gunshots in her
ears. Her heart was racing, her palms were damp. Laying it all out for him was
a chance, but one she had to take. Not only was it imperative to keeping their
relationship on an even keel, it also planted the idea of them becoming lovers
in his mind.
    As she hooked the stool close and sat down again, Jasmina
refused to consider what would happen if Vidar, disgusted, simply walked away.
     
    Vidar stared at his shirt, hanging on a hook in front of
him. While his gaze compulsively followed one of the lines of the plaid
pattern, his brain scrambled to try to catch up to the situation.
    What in Freyja’s name just happened?
    He blinked a couple of times, even shook his head slightly,
but nothing changed. He was still naked, having agreed to extend his tattoos.
Still painfully erect despite the series of shocks he’d received. Still quite
sure Jasmina Elalmadhoun, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, the one he’d
secretly been in love with for almost two years, had suggested she was
attracted to him.
    She’d stood in front of him, her soft, cool hand over his
heart, those incredible dark eyes gleaming, and said she liked and trusted him.
Even more amazingly, she said she was wet for him. For him , a mountain
troll who never received a first look from any woman, much less one as gorgeous
as her.
    Freyja, is this really happening to me?
    The goddess, who he suspected hated the city as much as he
did, seemed very far away in that instant and failed to reply.
    He’d given up hope of ever having the chance to make love to
a woman, accepted that if he really wanted to know what sex was like, he’d have
to pay for it. But that hadn’t turned him on at all, had seemed sacrilege to
all he believed in. Now it sounded as though Jasmina was extending an
invitation into her bed.
    Just the thought made his balls ache even more, and he was
sure he just put another wet spot on the jeans he was holding in front of his
groin. If he could just get his head clear, make his stomach stop roiling, it
would be the best moment of his life.
    “Vidar.” Her voice, smooth and sweet as cream mixed with
honey, made goose bumps feather up his spine. “Are you coming?”
    Any minute now, if I don’t get myself under control.
    “Okay,” he replied. Okay. He even managed a brief nod
to go with his words, but the rest of his body remained frozen. Except for his
cock, which throbbed and seemed to get even stiffer.
    As usual he’d even masturbated before coming to the Café in
an attempt to keep his unruly libido under control when he saw her again. Lying
in bed, he’d tried to imagine what it would feel like to have her in his arms,
that long sleek body against his, her hands and mouth on him. Visions of
tracing every line of her tattoos with his mouth, discovering how low they went
on her torso, whether she had ink on other, more intimate parts of her body had
made him hard in an instant. It never took long to climax when he stroked his
cock and thought about her, and it never helped to keep him cool when he saw
her, but that didn’t stop the fantasies. From the first time he’d set eyes on
Jasmina, he’d been utterly, completely fascinated.
    She was a study in contrasts. Not particularly short, but
with a femininity that made her seem almost diminutive. Sweet-faced, with a
delicate mouth, it was only when you looked into her dark eyes, or heard her
curse like a dwarf, that her strong, forceful personality became evident. And the
tattoos of two rocs along the length of her arms, heads resting on her
shoulders and wings extending onto her body, looked