The Viking's Witch by Holley Trent

Author:Holley Trent [Trent, Holley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Viking, Viking romance, witches, magic, paranormal romance, fated mates
Publisher: Holley Trent
Published: 2016-12-01T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Marty was cozy under the covers and peering at the bathroom door when Chris finally emerged. He had a towel wrapped around his hips and used a second one to rub water out of his short hair.

And he’d shaven. That made him even harder to look at because he was just too beautiful.

God, and he wants me?

She burrowed farther under the comforter.

“Sorry I took so long,” he said. “I didn’t get to shower after work, and I hate feeling like that. I always feel like I have to scrub a film off me.”

“The film of sickness?”

He grunted and tossed his hair towel into the closet. “Something like that.”

“I understand. Mallory does the same thing. She doesn’t like for her kids to touch her after work until after she’s showered. Sometimes she’d work nights and would come home right at breakfast and the kids would try to jump on her, and she’d freak out.”

“So you won’t take it personally, then.”

“No. I’m not generally that petty.”

“I don’t think you’re petty at all.” He shifted his gaze to the chair with its pile of her clothes, and then back to the bed.

With a solemn nod, he stepped into the closet. He emerged a moment later with the towel from his waist gone and him clutching something in his hand she couldn’t quite make out.

He padded to the left side of the bed and, as he walked, she stared at the beauty of his body.

She’d been with fit men before, but his build had surprised her. She wouldn’t have expected a doctor to be built like a boxer. Broad-shouldered, well-muscled, and yet still had an ease of movement that suggested he was conscious of his form and how to manipulate it.

He dropped the thing in his hand—a strip of condoms—onto the nightstand and climbed into the bed. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and slow.

“I…” The way the muscles of his abdomen elongated as he lay on his side struck her dumb. She was further enthralled by the way the sheets draped over his hip and how the shadow it cast didn’t quite obscure the head of his cock.

He wasn’t hiding himself the way she was. He was shameless, and should have been. His whole body was art.

She swallowed. Nodded. “I… I want to.”

He canted his head. “Want to what?”

“Chris, please. Don’t make me spell it out. After all, you issued the invitation.”

“I just want us to be clear on what we’re doing right now and what we expect from each other.”

“You said you were going to help me understand.”

He nodded. “And in the process of that, I’m going to enjoy myself. I don’t want this to be clinical.”

“Well, I don’t want that either. I’m not a lab rat.”

“So, if I get distracted—if I kiss and caress, or if I linger and experiment—will you allow me to?”

“As long as I feel good. It’s been a long time since anyone’s made me feel good.”

“Good.”

“Excuse me?”

He moved in closer, shifting gradually to the middle of the bed.

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