Page 5 of Stolen By the Berserker

Now, he felt bad for not answering her question. But being this near her confused his mind, and he worried he’d reveal too much if he talked about his mission at all. “No, it’s not that.” He paused again. “I just can’t talk too much about what I do.”

“So you’re a secret agent of some kind.” She smiled.

“Sure, something like that.” Maybe if they kept it light, he’d forget how much he wanted her and survive this evening without trying to kiss her.

“I forgot the parmesan cheese,” Cassie suddenly said, looking at the counter.

“I can get it,” Sten said, standing right as Cassie jumped up, her body colliding with his. The air sizzled between them, and she gasped.

Screw good intentions and honor. “You feel this, too.” Sten reached out and trailed the edge or her jaw with his fingertips. “So soft,” he mumbled. Holding her gaze, he traced a path down the smooth skin of her throat and along the neckline of her pink t-shirt. “I wanted you the moment I first saw you.”

“Same. Why are you so irresistible?” Heat blazed in her eyes, and her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt.

Fuck. No bra.His cock swelled even more and pressed against the zipper of his jeans to where it became painful.

He leaned in, nipping her lip with his teeth before stroking his tongue over the same spot.

She moaned in the back of her throat, the tiny sound stoking the embers that had burned inside him since he’d ordered the huckleberry pie. Maybe since he’d eaten the raspberry pie the last time he’d been in town.

He deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke, but then stopped the kiss. “Wait,” she panted. “This is only for tonight. I’m not interested in anything long term.”

“Whatever you want. You set the terms.” He caressed her shoulders and then slipped his hands around to her lower back and down to her ass, pushing her against his rock-hard ridge.

Cassie groaned and gripped his shoulders, pressing herself closer. Her curves fit perfectly against his body, and she felt as if they belonged close to him.

He trailed one hand up her back, tracing the ridge of her spine through the t-shirt. Threading his fingers through her glorious hair, he palmed the back of her neck and tilted her head back so he could have better access as he devoured her luscious mouth again.

Heat flooded his body. Fire danced along his skin, and his insides liquefied.

Sten moved his hands back to her ass, pressing her against his erection. His tongue delved deeper into her mouth, matching the rhythm of his hips.

This was nuts. He didn’t even know her last name, and yet, all he could think about was tearing off his clothes so he could thrust inside her.

He wanted inside her.

Needed inside her. Now.

She slipped her hands underneath his shirt and traced the ridges of his abs. Sweet goddess, her touch would undo him. She moved her hands further up his torso, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to allow her exploration without exploding in his jeans. When she reached his ribs, he inhaled sharply and pulled away.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” Cassie reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up. Three angry red gashes slashed across his ribs. “What happened?”

Sten pulled his shirt down. “I scratched myself when I got the tire off the car.”

The Norse warriors healed quickly. The scratches would look as if they’d happened a few days ago. Best not to let her look too closely.

He stepped closer, pulled her into his arms, and claimed her lips with his.

Her arms encircled his neck, and she again vigorously returned the kiss.

CHAPTER 4

Flames licked Cassie’s skin, and scorching lava flowed through her veins. She wanted more. Needed more.

More skin-to-skin contact. More heat.

Sten trailed kisses down her throat and then licked her collarbone. When he pressed his cock against her heat, Cassie knew she’d explode if she didn’t get out of her clothes. She needed him inside her. Now.

She released her grip on Sten’s neck and pulled her T-shirt over her head. At the same time, she tried to slide off her socks, but she almost tripped when they wouldn’t cooperate.

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