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REALISED thermals composed of microfibre could transmit sensation quite so effectively. Karl’s fingers were working some sort of special magic and it was clear that he knew exactly what to do. This might be wrong—it certainly wasn’t on the agenda for this trip—but no way was she about to stop him.
    ‘If you could stop sighing like that, it might help me, Princess.’ he said, his voice strained and his erection growing harder against her.
    ‘And if you stop doing what you’re doing, I’ll kill you.’ she threatened, only half joking.
    Karl managed to skim his hand up underneath her many layers and was now working her nipples with remarkable skill and delicacy for such a big brute of a man. She wondered what else he could do.
    Karl laughed softly as he scraped his stubble across her ridiculously oversensitive neck. ‘I didn’t realise you had reinstated royal executions in Hammersvik?’
    ‘You could be the first....’
    He turned up the heat and Astrid responded, issuing a ragged sigh as his hands tracked lower....
    ‘Do I take it my execution has been postponed?’ he asked huskily.
    ‘Indefinitely,’ she confirmed.

    They’d been in the sleeping bag for what? Two minutes? That was a long time to be up close and personal with a woman like Princess Astrid, and Karl awarded himself a medal for restraining himself for even that long. Just keeping her safe and warm had been his intention—but now? Now it was all about lust and heat and hot hungry need, though the restraints imposed by the bag were testing all his powers of invention.
    Somehow he got her thermals down. Astrid helped as much as she could, turning to face him in the process.
    ‘Ever the Boy Scout,’ she teased him as he held her with one hand and reached into the pocket of his discarded jacket with the other.
    ‘I like to be prepared,’ he confirmed. By the time he turned back, Astrid’s hair was free and tumbling in wild disarray around her shoulders. She was beautiful... really beautiful.
    ‘Why don’t you let me do that for you?’ she suggested, reaching for the foil packet.
    Could a man be this big? Seriously?
    She had to be careful. She didn’t want to make a mess of it. She couldn’t let Karl know that her exposure to this sort of thing was very limited.
    ‘Okay?’ he asked.
    ‘Yes, sure.’ She sounded a little hoarse. Shock could do that to a person.
    While she’d been marvelling at the size of him, Karl had shed what he could of his clothes. His hot, strong body pressed up hard against hers felt amazing, while she was so swollen, so aroused. No wonder, when that bulge she had spied when they first met had given her no idea of Karl’s fully operational size. He was built exactly to scale. It took both her hands to encompass him. Truthfully? She needed a moment to recover from the shock.
    ‘I promise I won’t hurt you,’ he whispered, brushing his lips against hers.
    She wanted that kiss to last—maybe forever. It was such a gentle kiss. She had never been kissed like this before and doubted she ever would be again. She’d never forget it.
    ‘Astrid, raise your hips and let me touch you.’
    If she must....
    She absolutely must.

CHAPTER SIX
    ‘Y ES . O H , YES ...’
    ‘Yes?’ Karl queried with husky amusement in his voice.
    ‘Yes,’ Astrid insisted on a sigh of pleasure.
    Hidden in a polar fleece in such alien surroundings, it was hard to concentrate on anything other than pleasure. One thought niggled at her, though—what were they doing? A prince and a princess, both of whom were loaded with responsibility, getting frisky in a tent pegged down on an ice field beyond the Arctic Circle.
    But Karl was a master of sensation, and so...
    Easing one massive thigh between her legs, he gained access to her body, while she was muffled up and cosy with her face against his neck, the stillness and the dark all around her making it easy to pretend this was one of her better fantasies.
    Fantasy? That delicate touch was