He shut the door and kissed her deeply. She slipped her hands under his shirt.

Roar recoiled away from her touch. She'd forgotten how cold her fingers were.

"How about you put your hands down to your sides until I can warm you up," he said.

She laughed softly, giddy with pleasure watching the big Norwegian squirm from a little chill. "Okay, I'll keep them to myself. I promise." She looked down his body. "I guess that means you get to touch me wherever you want and I can't stop you."

"The way it should be," he muttered, capturing her wrists and raising her arms above her head. "I see that grin and don't trust you."

She'd planned to tease him but he held both of her wrists in one of his hands, and the position was hot. Super hot.

He nuzzled her neck. "You said I can do anything?"

"Mm-hm." She arched her neck.

He sucked on her skin, adding his tongue. Her middle warmed, and she closed her eyes. The sweet suction caused her nipples to bead tighter, achingly wonderful.

Roar pulled his head back, used his free hand to tug the front of her tank top down over her breasts. Slipping his finger underneath the material of her bra, he worked everything down until her breasts were bare to him.

"Damn," he mumbled, drawing a circle around her areola.

She shivered, goosebumps breaking out on her skin.

Roar moistened his lips, gazing at her as if he wanted to memorize her. Her pussy spasmed and she squeezed her thighs together.

He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth. She moaned at the onslaught of pleasure he drew from her.

She gazed down at his head, nestled against her chest. He'd closed his eyes, sucking on her. The urge to cradle his head had her fighting the hold he had on her hands.

She couldn't move.

He wouldn't let her.

This was her man. All the hard-ass rules, stubborn traditions, and family honor deep in his blood, and he was content to suck on her breasts.

He changed sides, giving her other breast attention. The shock so arousing, her knees weakened, and she wobbled.

Roar gently came off her nipple, taking one last suck and kissing each breast before he straightened. Her body vibrated, and she stared at him, needing to touch him, rub him, rub on him.

He lowered her hands, keeping her wrists together and brought them to his face. So caught up in what he'd been doing to her, she hadn't realized her hands had warmed. Everywhere had warmed.

Pulling her across the room, he turned her around. Pressing against the back of her, his hands went to her waist. He slipped his thumbs under the elastic waistband of her shorts. Taking her panties, too, he dropped them both to her ankles.

He whispered against her ear. "Lean over and put your hands on the bed."

Roar left her positioned in front of him and went to the nightstand and got a condom before returning to her. He stood behind her. She tried to widen her stance, but the shorts kept her legs together.

He tossed the wrapper to the floor and rubbed his cock all along her slit, between her legs, and used her wetness to coat the latex. She rocked back and forth on her feet, thrusting her ass backward.

"Not yet." He reached between her legs and slid his finger along her lips until he met her clit.

His thick finger with its roughness was all Roar. She hummed in pleasure, rocking against him as he created little circles around the sensitive nub. Her pussy pulsed for attention and he slid his thumb into her while continuing to rub her.

She stilled. His manipulations were more than enough. Closing her eyes, she bit down on her lower lip. Her insides swirling tighter.

Her breath hitched. She went up on her toes. All the feelings centered between her legs.

Roar hooked his arm around her waist, holding her steady while he continued working absolute magic in her pussy.