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She twisted at the top of the stairs to face him.
He lifted her with ease and walked in the direction of her room, grinning along the way. “Beauty, I plan to conquer you again and again.”
She cupped his cheeks. “Garth?”
“Yes?”
“Would it be so bad to just spend the weekend together, here? We have the house all to ourselves.”
He kept her off the ground but stopped in place. “Beauty, I want to spoil you.”
“You barely slept last night. You managed to get Ernie to remake the cupcakes and did so much for me already. I think you’ve spoiled me enough,” she protested. “I’m not fancy. I don’t need wined and dined. I just need you.”
“I need you too, beauty. And that scares me,” he said, his voice raw.
She kept hold of his cheeks. “It freaks me out too.”
“What do you think we should do about it?” he asked.
“I heard Viking panty raids are all the rage. We could start there,” she said with a wink and a quick kiss to his lips.
He flashed a sexy smile. “This is a good plan, beauty. We’ll stay here if that’s what you really want.”
“It is.”
Chapter Fifteen
Garth drankanother glass of water, gulping it to the point it spilled down the front of his bare chest.
Nicolette’s laughter filled the kitchen as she stood there, holding what was left of the gray drink she’d managed to talk him into trying. The cupcakes tasted awesome in comparison.
“It’s not that bad!” She snorted.
He swallowed more water, trying to wash down the taste. Clara was right. It did taste of grass despite looking like paste. “It’s horrid.”
She laughed to the point she hiccupped. “Drama queen.”
Garth set the glass on the counter and used the back of his hand to wipe the excess water from his chin. He faced Nicolette, standing naked in her kitchen. She had on her Viking T-shirt once more, but nothing else under it. Unlike Garth, she wasn’t comfortable walking around naked. He couldn’t understand why. She was breathtaking. He wished she’d burn all her clothing and go naked forever.
Though he had to admit, seeing her nipples through the Vikings T-shirt was far more erotic than he’d have ever guessed. He didn’t even care about the horned helmet. Not when he could see the outline of her erect buds there, teasing him. And he could smell her scent and knew if he simply inched her T-shirt up some, paradise would be exposed to him.
His cock hardened, and Nicolette looked down at it as she sipped her gray drink. Her brows lifted.
“You cannot be ready again,” she said. “Garth, we’ve had sex twice since we got home.”
“Three times,” he corrected. “Or are you not counting jerking me off? I am. I came; therefore, it counts.”
She laughed. “You’re a sex addict, aren’t you?”
“I never used to think so but with you, yes. I am.”
The blush that stole across her cheeks only served to turn him on more. He’d meant what he’d said. He was addicted to her. Reaching down, he stroked himself at the sight of her.
Nicolette followed his actions with her gaze and then shook her head. “No way. I need a break.”
“You told me the gray drinks give you energy,” he said as he neared her. He eased the glass of foul-smelling liquid from her hand and put it on the table, as he continued to work his cock with his free hand.
Nicolette backed up and shook her hands out in front of her. “No way. I’m conquered. Totally and completely. I need to sit on a bag of ice.”
