Page 46 of Small Town Firsts
She frowned at me. “What?”
“Best sex ever and you just want to roll back off me like it was nothing?”
She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that the girl’s line? Let’s cuddle?”
I shrugged. “Sue me, I like a cuddle after a fuck. But you know that wasn’t just fucking, Kira.”
Suddenly my necklace was very interesting. She traced the Celtic knot at the center of the cross. “It doesn’t have to be anything other than it was.”
“Why?”
Her gaze snapped back to my face. “What do you mean, why? We barely know one another. We were hot for one another and we acted on it.”
“I’ll agree to part of that statement based on the new tattoos on my back.”
“And the rug burn from your beard on my…” she trailed off. “Whatever.”
“Your ass?” I lifted her hand and scraped my teeth over the wildly fluttering pulse at her wrist. “When I tasted you everywhere? And let me tell you right now, I’ll be back for seconds on all of them too.”
“Is that right?” She took her hand back and rubbed it against the quilt. As if it would be easy for her to rub away the burn that flared so hot between us. “And if I want a one and done?”
“Lying won’t make it so, Sunshine.” This time I sat up and dragged her off the bed with me. She yelped as I swung her up in my arms.
“Would you stop carting me everywhere?”
I swung her feet through the door so we both could fit. Damn Victorian doorways. “Nope. Can’t.”
Her amber eyes fired with anger. “Maybe I should call you Barbarian, instead.”
Once we got into the hall, I swung her over my shoulder and slapped her amazing ass. “I worked up a powerful hunger, and unfortunately your pussy can only sustain me so long.”
“You’re an animal.”
“Viking, remember? Are you really surprised?”
She slapped my ass in return. I laughed as I padded out down the hall and into her tiny bathroom. I could use a shower, but there was no way I was fitting in there with her. I’d have to do with a quick wash up.
I set her on her feet and stepped away, ducking when she swung at me. Damn, she was amazing. I grabbed her hands to press them to my chest. The anger sizzled off her, but I knew it was mostly because she was overwhelmed with what happened between us.
Hell, even I was. Fucking was one thing. Kira and I made angels sing and the devil laugh. I knew it was more than just a stress release valve between us. She’d just have to catch up, and that meant I needed to be patient. Which I sucked at, but I had a feeling she was worth the effort.
She blew her hair out of her face. “Just because we had sex—very good sex, yes—but it was just sex. I’ve lived without it before and I can do it again.”
“Uh huh.” Not the way she screamed for me. And there was no way I could live without it. Not after I’d tasted her.
“Arrogance is not a good look, Ronan.”
“Viking.”
Her lips firmed.
I cupped her face. “I like when you call me Viking. Ronan when you come for me, though. Especially when you come so hard you scream it.” I lowered my face to murmur it softly against her mouth.
Her nails bit into my chest. I took the pain and there was something obviously wrong with me because I enjoyed thelittle bites and blood. And I really liked that I didn’t have to worry about hurting her. That she matched me on every level—mentally and physically.
But I knew her heart was a different matter. She guarded it so profoundly that I needed to be careful there.
I pressed a kiss on her angry mouth. “Take a shower. I’ll wash up at the sink and get our dinner reheated.”
