Naughty in Norway [Destination Pleasure] Page 2

  "Not soon enough,” Dissa mumbled, enjoying the fluid moves of his long legs and swagger of his broad shoulders as he walked across the room. Droplets of pearly cream seeped into her thong. She squeezed her thighs together, her stockings swishing at her agitated movement.

  A confident male always got her revved.

  After flipping the deadbolt with a loud click, Rolf turned from the door. In one hand, he balanced a tray with a rounded liquor bottle and two snifter glasses. In the other, he grasped a long strip of condoms.

  "Interesting selections.” A grin tugging at her lips, she quirked an eyebrow at the condoms. “Those were on the bar menu?"

  "There is that sassy mouth again. The bartender and I are buddies.” He slid the tray onto the coffee table, tucked the strip into his back pocket and rested his hands on his hips.

  When he remained next to the table, she knew he was letting her set the tone. Keeping her gaze locked onto his, she leaned over to pull off a high heel.

  His head shook, loosening a lock of blond hair over his forehead, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

  "No?"

  A frown creased his brow. “I had hoped you would leave them on."

  "You'd hoped?” Excitement sizzled through her. He'd thought about her wearing the high heels?

  "What?” A shoulder lifted in a nonchalant shrug. “Got a thing for a woman wearing high heels ... and not much else."

  This Nordic hunk did have a way with words. To hide the smile that teased her lips, she dipped her chin and looked up from beneath her eyelashes. “Ask me nicely."

  After a long pause, his response was to undo his shirt's top button. With precise moves, his fingers lowered to the next two.

  Maybe she'd been wrong about who was setting the pace here.

  Before she lost her balance, Dissa dropped her foot to the carpet and straightened. Her gaze followed the revelation of inch after inch of glorious, tanned muscle covered with a smattering of light brown hair.

  When the last button was loosened, he shrugged off the shirt and tossed it onto a nearby chair then braced both hands on his belt. “Strip."

  His stance was proud, confident and fierce. Swirling heat centered in her belly. For tonight, she had her very own Viking. She turned toward the bedroom, angling her elbow to reach up her back to grab the zipper pull.

  "Do that in here."

  "What?” Her gaze went to the loveseat and armchair. Being adventurous was one thing but ... “You're choosing one of those over a queen-size bed?"

  "Not those. You.” He crossed the room in only three strides, his fingers brushing hers aside. “Take off the dress in here. I want to watch you walk to the bedroom."

  Again, she'd be displaying her ass. She wondered if he knew what he was asking. That only a small minority of women were comfortable with men seeing them from behind. Until today, she hadn't counted herself in that number.

  The zipper rasped, and the fabric loosened away from her breasts. Warm hands slipped around her torso, thumbs caressing the ridges of her spine. With a light touch, his fingers skimmed her ribs and cupped her breasts, squeezing their weight in his palms.

  His expelled breath tickled her neck and sounded in her ear. She swayed backward, needing, wanting, to feel his strength.

  In the next second, his hands were at her nape, flicking open the tiny buttons. The dress shimmied along her frame and pooled at her feet. Except for thong, stockings and heels, Dissa stood before him naked.

  Like he'd ordered.

  Sucking in a breath, she tossed a quick smile over her shoulder and sauntered the expanse of thick carpet to the bedroom's double doors standing slightly ajar. With each step, her stockings swished. The knowledge that he watched was a turn-on, and her pussy throbbed with excitement.

  Just like he'd wanted.

  But as soon as he crossed the threshold, she'd be the one giving orders. When she reached the end of the bed, she pivoted—a perfect turn learned in modeling lessons insisted upon by her mother—and planted hands on her hips.

  Rolf walked to the doorway and leaned his hands on the doorknobs, a grin playing in the corners of his mouth. “Amazing."

  "Your turn.” She jerked up her chin. “Drop your jeans."

  "Ja, dame.” With quick moves, he unbuckled his belt, shoved his jeans over lean hips and toed off his shoes and socks.

  Dissa didn't know what he'd said but hesitated to interrupt his actions by requesting a translation. Especially since more of his gorgeous body was being exposed.

  He tossed the string of condoms toward the foot of the bed. When he stood, he was gloriously and totally naked. His thick cock jutted from a thatch of light brown curls and bobbed in rhythm with each step of his approach.

  Unable to resist, she dropped to her knees and tentatively reached out a hand to stroke its smooth length. Smooth but steely. Emboldened, she wrapped her fingers around its girth and ran them to the end and back. Overcome with the need to taste him, she leaned forward enough to lick the reddish-purple tip, ringing it with swirling moves.

  Delicious. She breathed in the scent of soap and male musk. Her pussy seeped with dewiness, readying her for the delights soon to come.

  "Ah, ja.” Fingers delved into her hair and caressed the back of her head, not pressing but not releasing her from her position.

  Her tongue explored under the ridge and licked at the round head, glorying in the pulses of his shaft's response.

  A final lap of her tongue over his cock's smooth cap, and she dipped the pointed tip into the little slit, swirling. She mouthed her way over the head and sucked in as much of his girth as she could manage.

  He grabbed a handful of hair, and his hips flexed with a slow push, his thickness spearing her mouth. Hot, hard flesh pressed against the roof of her mouth, and her lips stretched wide. With slow moves, she pulled back, lightly scraping her teeth on his steely softness.

  "Dissa.” His hands clamped over her ears and held her in place. “Go slow."

  She mumbled a protest and shook her head. Tonight was different, wild. Slow was not on the menu. With a swirl around the tip, she plunged her lips along his shaft, taking him deep.

  He sucked in a breath between clenched teeth and pulled out.

  Before she could register the loss of his warmth, she was lifted off her knees and tossed back on the bed.

  Eyes gleaming, Rolf stripped off her thong and sent it sailing behind him, then leaned sideways. When he rose, he held a foil packet in his hand. Within seconds, he'd ripped it open and rolled the condom down his impressive cock.

  If her hands were steadier, she'd have offered but anticipation jumped in her stomach.

  For a moment, he just stood, a sly grin teasing his lips. “Beautiful.” His gaze moved over her exposed treasures, stopping on the left side of her abdomen. “Nice tattoo. I have always liked roses, especially red ones.” He cupped her ankles and ran his hands up and down her legs. “Stockings are sexy. Especially on your legs."

  His words made her hot. And in this position, she couldn't hide her reaction. Her labia seeped hot cream, and her nipples peaked, waiting for his attention. She trailed a finger up her stomach and flicked a puckered tip.

  Hoping he'd take the hint.

  His gaze followed her move and widened. “You cannot wait?"

  That was all she'd been doing. She bit her lower lip and shook her head. “I want you. Now."

  One step brought him back to the end of the bed. With sweeping caresses, he ran his hands the length of her legs and then draped them over his shoulders. Hands spread wide, he clasped her hips and leaned forward, his chest pressing against the backs of her thighs.

  At the abrupt move, Dissa grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, her heart racing. Her Viking had turned masterful.

  Holding her gaze with his, he pressed his cock to her pussy and stroked inside, slow and deep.

  At the heated invasion, she stilled. His thick erection stretched her with a delicious burn she savored. Tension built and spiral
ed along her channel walls. But she wanted more. She lifted her hips to take him deeper.

  Fingers gripping her tight, he groaned and slid partway out, circling his hips, then stopped. “You are tight. Are you okay?"

  "Don't stop now.” She locked her ankles around his neck and pulled. “I want the full benefit of my erotic fantasy."

  A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Got the message, honnig.” His hand skimmed from her hip, circled her tattoo and tickled through her curls. A thumb slid into her moist heat, circled then withdrew slowly, pressing on her engorged clit.

  Jolts of pleasure followed his moves. “No fair.” She stiffened, sparks running through her blood. “You, too.” What she really wanted was to give herself over to him. To let him set the pace.

  "Liar.” His gaze darkened.

  He pumped his hips and flicked his thumb across the tight nub.

  Moaning, she clamped her hands over his and dipped her hips in rhythm against his moves. Delicious heat filled her channel. She gripped her inner muscles hard, hoping to bring him along for the ride. One powerful thrust sent her over the edge, and her pussy lips pulsed around his cock. She closed her eyes to focus on the sensations running through her tingling body. Colors as bright and shimmery as the aurora borealis danced behind her eyelids.

  Rolf's moves grew languid, his fingers caressing her stomach, tracing the red tattoo on her abdomen.

  The racing of her blood slowed, and the tension of her orgasm gradually unwound. Her body sagged, and her hands fell back to the mattress. With an effort, she opened her eyes and smiled, a lazy hand trailing up his forearm. “Now, your preference."

  His eyes lit with icy fire, and he grinned. “Feeling adventurous, are you?"

  Uh, oh. For only a moment, uncertainty crossed her mind, but then she relaxed. She trusted him, and experiencing sex was why they were here. Or could there be more? “Sure."

  Smoothing his hands over her skin, he eased her legs off his shoulders and placed them around his waist. “Lock your legs."

  When she did, he scooped her up and turned, sitting on the edge of the bed with her straddling his lap. His lips captured hers in an insistent kiss, his tongue sweeping inside in a fiery duel.

  Fingers tunneling through his thick hair, she braced her arms on his shoulders. By arching her back, she grazed her breasts against his coarse chest hairs, dragging them across his rounded nipples. Oh, yeah. This position worked well. She felt every inch of his rigid length deep inside.

  His hands tightened, and he thrust upward, huffing out a breath with each move. Thrusts that were deep, strong and fast.

  All she could do was hold on and enjoy the sensation of being filled by his hard cock. Incredibly, tension spiraled in her clit again, and her breathing grew shallow.

  A growl from deep in his throat sounded as he thrust one last time and clasped her tight, burying his face between her breasts.

  Deep inside, the tip of his cock pressed against her womb. A roll of her hips rubbed her clit against his curly hairs, and she exploded. Dropping her head to his shoulder, she panted.

  At some point, he twisted them to their sides, and they cuddled on the sheet. His hand brushed at the damp hair on her forehead. “Amazing."

  The word described exactly what she was seeing. A powerful man in his prime. “That you are."

  Light flashed in his eyes, and he grinned.

  Now came the part she was horrible at. The after-sex talk. The awkwardness of not staring as the guy dressed and left. She cleared her throat. “Um, I'm going to soak in the spa. You—"

  "Great, I will be right in."

  She stilled. He wasn't leaving right away? “Okay."

  They each rolled to separate sides of the bed. She unbuckled her shoes, stripped her stockings off her legs and walked to the nearby sliding glass door. Ribbons of pink, purple and red waved against the dark sky. “Up here the colors are brighter than in the city. You're lucky to see the aurora all the time.” She pulled open the door, and a chilly draft wrapped around her body. “Oh, that's cold.” She dashed across the deck and immersed herself in the steaming water.

  A frown wrinkling his brow, he stopped at the edge and planted his hands on his hips. “Dissa, about that..."

  To avoid staring at his impressive cock, she splashed a handful of water across the tub. “Come on, get in. You'll freeze out there."

  He slipped into the water, pausing when the level reached his groin. “Ah, already plenty hot."

  Dissa scrunched her nose, her face flushing from more than the hot spa. “I turned on the heater before I went downstairs."

  With a rumbling chuckle, he waded across the spa and trapped her against the side, his muscled arms braced at her sides. “That sure of yourself?” He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, planting hot, sucking kisses along the ridge of her shoulder.

  Her skin sizzled under his touch, and with languid moves, her arms crept around his neck.

  Being surrounded by his hard body scattered her thoughts. She tossed back her head and tried to remember what in thunder was his question. “Not sure at all. This helped yesterday with my soreness after skiing."

  He rested his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes. “Uh, Dissa."

  The serious tone of his voice worried her. This was supposed to be fun. Or maybe they hadn't discussed that. She scanned the area looking for a diversion. The deck was heaped with piles of fluffy snow. Reaching out, she scooped a handful, bringing it between them and rubbing it over his chest.

  "What the—?” He jumped backward, and then a devilish gleam lit his eyes. “Remember, you started this.” He lunged toward the side and turned back toward her, both hands heaping with white powder. In a powerful stride, he was in front of her. He cupped his hands around her breasts and massaged.

  The shock took away her breath. She suspected the shiver that ran through her was a result of the heated look in his eyes as he stroked his thumb over the pointy tips.

  "Pokker, you're too cold.” He leaned close for a kiss and scooped her into his arms, striding up the steps, across the bedroom and into the bathroom. A few playful strokes of the hotel's fluffy towels on each other's bodies and they were dry. Within minutes, they were cuddled under the blankets, caressing hands stoking new passion.

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  Sunlight filled the room, and Dissa stretched, reaching out for Rolf. His side of the bed was empty. She sat up, shoved back her tousled hair and spied a note on his pillow that read, “Duty calls, R.” On her way to the bathroom, she spotted the haphazard array of condom wrappers dotting the carpet. The memory of the activities involved with those condoms made her pussy clench. She greeted herself in the bathroom mirror with a wide, satisfied smile.

  Two hours later, she stood on the resort's deck with a hand shading her eyes and scanned the skiers in the ski area. The morning ski class trailed in from the west, but the person at the end was not Rolf. Disappointment stung but for only a moment. No promises had been made. She'd always hold dear the memories of their fabulous night of sex. A wonderful interlude before the upcoming lonely months.

  Thirty miles down the road, she eased her Volvo into a gas station and turned off the engine. Her bankcard in hand, she climbed out and gazed at a sky blue Mercedes at the opposite pump. Someday, she'd have one, but hers would be silver.

  A tall man dressed in gray slacks and a black shirt stepped from the store, soda can in one hand. His confident walk caught her attention. Rolf.

  Damn, she still wanted the sexy guy. “Hey there.” Since he obviously hadn't planned on seeing her again, this conversation could be awkward.

  His steps slowed, and then a wide smile crossed his mouth. “Dissa!"

  Lowering her chin, she looked over the top of her sunglasses. “Duty calls? You have ski lessons, below the snow line?"

  He unlocked his car and set the can on the hood before unhooking the nozzle and lowering it to the open fuel door. “The lessons? Once or twice a month, I help out my brother Ander on we
ekends."

  Ander? Help out? She sucked in a breath. “The bartender's your brother? You're not a ski bum."

  "He is part owner.” Shoving his hands into his trouser pockets, he glanced sideways and shook his head. “A ski bum? Nei."

  So he wasn't a ski bum. She could live with that. “And you don't live in Dagali?"

  A grin spread across his lips while he reset the nozzle on the pump hook. “Nei. In Oslo.” He climbed into his Mercedes and started the engine. “Good seeing you this morning. Maybe our paths will cross again."

  The sight of his disappearing car affected her more than she could have imagined. With hurried moves, she pumped in enough gas to reach Oslo and pulled onto Route 40. Even by exceeding the speed limit, she couldn't catch up to the sleek blue car. She slumped against the seat, running a distracted hand through her hair.

  Well, she'd had a fun weekend. That was all she'd really been expecting. Time to focus on the future.

  When she spotted Oslo's Korketrekkeren toboggan run, she knew she was only fifteen minutes from her apartment. At that moment, her cell phone rang. A quick glance at the display didn't help—she didn't recognize the incoming number. She clicked the speaker button on her handset. “Hello?"

  To her left, a horn honked, the sound echoing from her phone. From the corner of her eye, she spotted a shiny blue fender, and her hands tightened on the steering wheel. Could it be? Hope spiraled in her chest, and she glanced through the side window.

  The window of the Mercedes lowered to reveal a grinning Rolf. “Going downtown?"

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