Page 49 of Sinful Temptations

“Did you know that in 1712, lightning caused a fire that destroyed the right corner tower and part of the covered parapet walk?” Frederik continued on, informing me of one fact after another about the castle until I was no longer disbelieving. He spoke with his hands, creating ripples on the water and when he laughed, I giggled along with him.

With each passing minute, I became even more relaxed.

I got caught up admiring the flickering candles reflected in his green irises. Frederik’s apparently abundant knowledge was mesmerizing, but it was his cheeky expression that got my undivided attention.

I barely knew him, yet I was inexplicably attracted to him.Even my girly bits were tingling with anticipation that something delightful was about to happen.

My world really has tilted off its axis.

“Did you know the same family has owned the castle for two hundred and fifty-eight years?”

Hmmm, maybe he doesn’t realize I know he’s a Thorsteinn.Deciding to keep that juicy tidbit to myself, I said, “Uh-huh, yes I did. The Thorsteinn family.”

“Correct.” He eased forward on his seat, and his hand brushed against my thigh. It had to be on purpose.

My heart fluttered. Our eyes met.

An invisible current sizzled between us.

Is this really happening?

Do I want this to happen?

His gaze was like a flame, licking heat all over me, confirming that hell yes, I wanted this to happen.

He eased farther forward, placed his hands above my knees, and something about the confidence of that move had me swaying toward him. I was helpless against our attraction.

Maybe I was giving out those ‘old woman needs a root to feel young again’ vibes.

At least this time I was safe. I knew Frederik wasn’t married.

With our eyes locked and breathless desire whispering from my throat, Frederik glided his hands upward, settling his palms on my thighs. After a pause, in which I thought the anticipation would have me imploding, he closed the distance between us. My gaze flitted from his eyes to his mouth and back again. My heart did little flips in my chest.

I wanted to kiss him,neededto.

Leaning forward, I joined him in the middle.

His lips met mine, soft yet with certainty. His hand left my thigh and caressed my cheek. When his thumb glidedgently over my skin, a groan released from my throat at his delicate touch.

The tiny remnant of my uncertainty faded into oblivion as I succumbed to his tenderness. His lips were warm, but his tongue was hot, as greedy to taste me as I was to taste him.

Our kiss took me to another world, a world where it was just Frederik and me. A world where I felt every beat pulsing through my body. A world where nothing mattered.

It was magical. And sweet. And made me so fucking horny.

I slid forward on my seat and placed my hands on his bare thighs, feeling the firm muscles beneath his flesh. He tilted his head to the side and I parted my lips, allowing his probing tongue access.

His hand found my right breast, and after an awkward struggle, he released it from the tight constraint of my bikini. The joyous freedom had me moaning.

His groan confirmed his pleasure was equal to mine. He squeezed my mound, massaging it like working a stress ball. It didn’t hurt—quite the opposite. His fingers were miracle workers, teasing my nipple to attention.

The bath was warm, but our kiss was hot. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and little mewling noises escaped my throat at the delightful feelings shuddering through me.

I glided my hands up and down his legs, each time drawing higher on his thighs. My exploring fingers touched the fabric of his speedos and Frederik pinched my nipple so hard I yelped.

“Sorry.” The word barely escaped his lips before he scooped my breast in his hand, rose it above the water, latched his mouth onto my nipple and sucked.

Holy hot mystery man.

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