Page 45 of Hungry Like a Wolf
“Don’t be sorry.”
She was staring at him as if she’d never seen him before.
It was then he remembered. “Ah, I shaved.” He stroked his chin.
“You look different.”
“In a good or bad way?”
“I like it.” She lifted her hand and with her index finger traced his jawline very slowly, right to his chin and then back to his left ear.
Fuck.His cock twitched and heat rushed to his lower belly. Her touch was magic. “That’s good.” He wanted to trace her face, learn every curve and dip of her entire body. “That you like it.”
“Why does it matter what I think?”
He hesitated then, “I want you to like me.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.” The words gushed from him. “A lot.”
“You stole me away from my homeland, Ravn. Why would I ever like you?” Her words were harsh, but her eyes and the tone of her voice soft.
“Because I saved you from a life as my brother’s slave. Because I have brought you to a place that will expand your mind like no other and when you return to your homeland, you will have so many sagas to tell, your name will be famous and your wisdom sought.”
“‘When I return to my homeland.’” She pressed her palm to his cheek. “Is that what you just said?”
“Ja.”
“When?”
He thought for a moment. “I will take you in three summers if you still want to go. The fallout from the battle will be over, Tillicoulty will be an established kingdom, and your young brother old enough to negotiate with should I need to.”
“Three summers?”
He frowned. “Is that too long?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Not when I thought it would be never. Three summers, I can do.”
“Here. With me?”
“Aye, here with you.” She leaned up and pressed her lips to his.
It was so unexpected, his eyes stayed wide and for a second, he froze.
Almost immediately, she pulled back. “I’m… I’m sorry. I—”
He cupped his hand around her nape and pulled her in for another kiss. This time, he took control, gently teasing her response and touching his tongue to hers.
She moaned softly and he rolled her over so she was beneath him. He was careful to take his weight. He didn’t want to crush her.
“I want you,” he said, not bothering to hide the need in his voice. The desire in his eyes spoke volumes; there was no disguising it now.
“I know, but you can’t have me. Not willingly.”
She pushed his hair from his face with both of her hands. The tender gesture had his cock rising to full length. She was a conundrum, a complex twist of yes and no.
“Why can’t I? I am king. I can have what I want.”
