Page 29 of Out on a Limb

Propping up on my elbows, I settle more of my weight squarely on top of Jana. Her legs part, thighs hitching up on either side of my hips, and I swear to god: angels sing, my blood is hot, and everything is right with the world once more. She’s mine.

“Oh, yeah?” I slide one palm beneath Jana’s ass, then tilt her hips up to rub against my hardening cock. “You want me too, do you? Show me.”

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Jana

Show me.

Sparks crackle across my nerve endings, and I arch up against Stig’s bare chest with a gasp, his order ringing in my ears. A few minutes ago, this man was half-frozen. Stiff and cold as a corpse. The sight and feel of him made my knees weak with worry.

Now Stig is fever-hot, a sheen of sweat glinting on his taut muscles, and he’s lithe and powerful as he stretches out above me. When I kissed his neck just now, I tasted salt.

There’s a fierce light in the adventurer’s eyes as he rubs his cock against me through our clothes. He’s challenging me. Urging me to make this leap of faith.

To admit I want this as badly as he does.

No shit, Sherlock.

My hands tremble as they find Stig’s chest, stroking and mapping and relearning the landscape of his body. His heartbeat thuds against my palm, steady and strong, and I suck in a shaky breath as I hold Stig’s gaze.

Can’t believe I get to do this—that I get to touch this man like he’s mine. That he’ll grunt for me when I brush his nipples, hips rocking harder into my body. That he’ll hiss as I lean up and lick his throat.

Why did I run from this? What was I scared of, again?

Oh, yeah: that Stig would never want me back.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters now, grinding our bodies together urgently. Even through the layers of our clothes, the friction has me whimpering, my thighs flexing around his waist. Fighting to press us closer. “You’re it for me, Jana. Never doubt that again. Jesus Christ.”

And I see that now, I feel that now, so clearly that I’m nearly bowled over with the force of his love. Good thing I’m already lying down, else I’d drop like a happy little pebble. I’m woozy with how miraculous this feels.

“Nearly missed this,” Stig says, still muttering under his breath, his forehead creased into an agitated frown. “Nearly spent my whole worthless life without doing this, Jana. What the hell.”

He leans back and yanks down my pajama pants in one motion, then flings them at the wall. Papers flutter on Flint’s cork board, and a pencil rolls off the desk and plunks to the floor.

We’re making a mess in my boss’s office, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Because Stig shuffles back and presses my thighs wide. And I must still be dazed, must have only a few tired brain cells left, because I don’t realize what he has planned until he leans down, hot breaths misting against my slit.

“Oh!”

My fingers weave into Stig’s mussed blond hair, yanking him closer without permission from my brain. I smush the adventurer’s bearded face against my pussy, where his groan of approval sets all my nerve endings alight.

And he licks me. Sucks, nibbles and groans. Presses me open with the ‘V’ of his fingers and freaking devours me, eyes slitted closed in the lamplight, looking for all the world like he could happily spend hours down there. And all the while I’m bucking and moaning, tugging on his hair and hissing when he nips me just right, the room spinning round and round.

Yes.

I’m sweating. Dizzy with pleasure. Tensed up and dangerously relaxed at the same time, and holy crap, is it always like this? How did I survive so long without feeling Stig Hansen’s tongue on my clit?

Pressure builds inside me. My channel clamps down on nothing, muscles flexing, and sweat slides down my spine when I arch off the floor.

Stig sits up and spanks my clit. He grins as I wail, body twitching as volts of pleasure crackle through my veins.

Never been this soaked and swollen before. This desperate. But he’s stopped, the jerk has stopped, and now my teeth ache with how badly I need more. There’s unfinished business, damn it.

“That’ll do it,” Stig says cheerfully, working his belt open. “Are you ready to beg for my cock?”

Even in my haze, I splutter. “Excuse you?”

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