"If ye do not quit thrashing around, woman,
...I will not be responsible for taking you."
"Taking me where?"
"Thor's hammer, I meant as a man takes a woman."
Raven didn't have to see the blush on her face--she could feel it. The man must think her bonkers to not know what he meant. She could only blame it on an overprotected childhood and a desire to start and keep her career moving.
Mortified beyond belief, she tried again to escape. Her hand brushed something hard against her thigh. Her gaze caught and then fell into dark silver spheres staring back at her.
Before she could open her mouth, his lips locked on hers, the covers disappeared, and a firm but gentle hand found and then slid under her gown. Her breath caught, held, and then released into his warm mouth as his fingers climbed higher. His tongue swirled deeper and taunted her until she reciprocated.
Wulf's foray to find and tease all her trigger points made Raven burn with need. Her hips rose off the mattress when his hand found her breast.
His mouth released hers. "Easy, Raven. There is so much more I want to do to you. I do not want to hurry and your need is reaching out to me too fast and too hot."
"Too bad, Viking. You started this, so don't complain to me if you can't keep up."