As it's also Mid Week tease time, I'm bringing you a tease from my new release. I did mention it's Release Day, right?
*bounces some more*
To set the scene, Asger is fresh out of the shower and poor old Kim.... *sniggers* well, you'll see.
Kim stuck her overheated face into the freezer, and tried to control her breathing. Jeez, the man was huge, and … well … huge. She rolled her eyes at her thought processes, and pretended to be studying the frozen sausages when she heard him approach. Of course he would come down. Judging by the bare feet and legs she could see from this angle, he was still naked, damn him.
Not that he could be anything else, because she’d thrown his clothes out after the leggings had shrunk in the wash. Guess they were hand wash only, which would make sense, really. She should have anticipated that, and oh, lord.
I’m rambling in my head now. Man up and face him. He was naked when you undressed him for pity’s sake.
With a wry grin at her jumbled thoughts, Kim straightened, shut the door and looked at him.
Amusement made his dark eyes crinkle up at the corner. Her breath stalled to a halt when he raised his arms to tie the still wet mass of his brown hair back. It made his biceps flex and his abs ripple, and Kim let her pent-up breath out in one fell swoosh when she saw he’d covered up with the towel. However, she could still see the long imprint of his cock, and she squeezed her thighs together to help relieve some of that ache between her legs.
Unconscious as he had been he was a magnificent sight, but seemingly back to full health, hot and wet from the shower still … damn it. It was every erotic dream she’d ever had rolled into one mouth-watering temptation right in front of her. And it didn’t help one little bit that every dream she’d had over the last two days had involved the hunk now standing in front of her. Him and Kim in a heap of sweaty entangled limbs, to be precise.
“You’re awake,” she finally said. Kim wanted the ground to swallow her up, when his smile deepened.
“I mean, of course, you’re awake, you’re standing there, after all … oh, dammit.”
She turned her back on temptation and grabbing one of the carrier bags, turned back ‘round and thrust the thing at him.
At his curious expression she rushed on to explain. “I bought you some clothes. You know modern ones. I guessed your sizes, so I hope they fit, and…”
Her voice trailed off when he dropped the towel, and pulled out the clothing she’d bought him.
“I don’t mean for you to do it here, go upstairs or sommat or—”
“Why?” That one word uttered in that deep growl of his was all it took for her to take leave of her senses completely, so she stood and gaped up at him.
“Why what?” She somehow managed to squeak that question, as he stepped so close that his scent engulfed her. Clean, male musk, with that enticing hint of danger, and wild animal. The barely functioning side of her brain did wish she had a pen to write that down. She would have to use that description in her next story. In fact she was pretty sure she had used something like that, never once believing that it would be so accurate.
“Only a body,” he said, winked at her—winked for pity’s sake—before he made a big show of studying the set of boxer briefs she’d bought him.
When he looked at them, scratched his beard, then tried to put one on his head, Kim finally found her sense of humor at the hilarity of all this.
A giggle escaped. Asger smiled at her, when she took the underwear off of him, and held it up to her own groin.
“You wear this over your…” She glanced at his semi erect cock, wrenched her gaze back up to his face and cursed her propensity for blushing. She was an erotic writer for pity’s sake, yet, just like she couldn’t get through a reading without turning the color of beetroot, it seemed she couldn’t bring herself to say the word out loud in front of him either. So she simply waved in the general direction of his genitalia, hoping he would get the drift.
Asger smirked. There was a definitely devilish gleam in his eyes, when he ran his gaze slowly over her body until he reached her groin where she was still clutching the damn boxers as though her life depended on it.
“You wear them under your clothes.” She threw the things at him when he reached out to her. Asger laughed, making her wonder if he hadn’t known that all along, and was just having fun at her expense. She turned away from him, but she still had a perfect view of his taut ass as he made short work of pulling on the boxers. After a moment’s hesitation the jeans, and the t-shirt followed, and she turned back round again. Not that the view of him clothed in modern clothing was any better. The distressed jeans hugged his muscular thighs, lovingly outlined the imprint of his cock, and hung low on his hips. The shirt strained against his biceps, and Kim had to remind herself to breathe.
Yeah, she hadn’t thought this out very well. She should have bought him clothes three times too big. Maybe then he wouldn’t look so damn edible.
When he gave a little bow and winked at her again, she laughed.
“Well, I’m glad they fit. Are you hungry?” she asked and he rubbed his rock hard abs and smiled.
“Yes, minn kona.”
The way he said that—jeez, she had to get away from him, or she’d take her hand off cutting the vegetables.
“Good,” she said. “I’ve bought enough food to feed an army, so why don’t you sit down in the other room, and … erm … I don’t know, study that dictionary.” She pointed to it on the kitchen table, and Asger nodded.
Much to her dismay he didn’t leave the kitchen, however. Instead he plonked his far too delectable ass on her kitchen bench and started to read.
When historical romance writer Kimberly Talbot finds a displaced, injured Viking at her campfire, her life sure starts to get complicated. She can’t leave him there. Besides, what sort of writer would she be if she didn’t take up this splendid opportunity for some hands on research of the sexy Viking god variety?
All she has to do is keep her heart out of the firing line.
Asger, son of Liufr wakes up in a strange, cursed land, out of time, injured, and unable to shift. Drawn to the fire of the flame haired kona by her intoxicating scent and the promise of food and shelter, he has no choice but to trust the woman his wolf claims is their mate, their válað, the very key to his return home.
He doesn’t belong in these strange times, but does Kim belong in his?
A choice has to be made…
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