14
SCARLETT
Never Can Say Goodbye
For a long moment they stared into each other’s eyes, neither of them moving or speaking.
The shock of seeing him took Scarlett’s breath away. She couldn’t believe he was here. In the flesh.
His dark blond hair had grown out a little more. A few locks fell rakishly over his forehead. He had a five o’clock shadow but it was lighter, like he’d recently shaved. It emphasized his strong jawline and the curve of his lips. He was wearing a thick wool coat over a ribbed gray sweater, dark jeans and heavy brown hiking boots. He was so rugged and masculine, he all but bled testosterone.
His gray eyes drifted over Scarlett, taking her in with a quiet intensity that set off a wild fluttering in her stomach.
“What’re you doing here?” she finally whispered.
His eyes returned to hers. “It’s almost Christmas. I wanted to be with you.”
The husky words made her heart contract with so much emotion that for a few seconds she couldn’t think or breathe, could only stare up at him. “You risked driving through a snowstorm just to spend Christmas with me?”
He held her gaze. “I would have driven to hell and back to be here with you.”
She swallowed hard. Her throat felt tight and achy. God, please don’t let me cry. I’ll do anything you ask if you spare me the embarrassment of sobbing like a baby in front of this man!
Viggo searched her face. “Are you going to let me in?” The innocuous question seemed loaded with meaning.
She regarded him a moment longer, then slowly stepped back. He came inside the room, never taking his eyes off her face as he closed the door behind him. She wondered if her body would always sizzle like this every time she got within twenty feet of him.
She backed away, giving herself some much-needed distance. He watched her retreat without speaking.
As she stared back at him, her fingers tingled with the urge to brush those sexy locks off his forehead. He beat her to it, shoving the hair back with a slightly unsteady hand that betrayed his nervousness.
She folded her arms across her chest and lifted her chin. “I’m really surprised to see you. I thought you weren’t interested in me anymore.”
He shook his head slowly. “I could never lose interest in you, Scarlett. That’s not even possible.”
“Then why the cold shoulder? Why’d you blow me off like that?” She hated to hear the hurt in her voice. Hated how vulnerable he’d made her feel.
He pushed out a deep breath and raked both hands through the thick layers of his hair. “I’m a fucking idiot,” he said darkly.
“You won’t get any argument from me. But seriously, Viggo, what the hell happened?”
He was quiet for a long moment. Then he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. His face was grim as he came toward her, swiping his thumb across the screen a few times before handing her the phone.
She looked down at the screen and froze when she saw a grainy picture of Leo Harry kissing her at the party that night in Queens. It had been posted to some obscure entertainment blog that covered the comings and goings of indie rock bands. The headline above the photo teased: Loverboy Leo Gets Cozy with Off The Grid Frontwoman.
Viggo was watching her face, gauging her reaction to the picture.
Grimacing, she met his gaze. “Where’d you get this?”
“Someone sent me the link through an anonymous email.”
“You don’t know who it was?”
“No,” he said grimly, “but I have my suspicions.”
“Who do you suspect?”
“A teammate I’ve butted heads with.”
Scarlett shook her head, frowning at the picture. “It’s not what it looks like. Leo and I were discussing a collaboration, then he just leaned over and kissed me. He caught me off guard and I was a little slow to react. But believe me when I tell you that I never kissed him back. I pushed him away—”
“I believe you,” Viggo said quietly.
Relief swept through her. “You do?”
“I do.” He paused. “When I first saw the picture, I was furious. I felt played. I convinced myself that you’d done me a favor by showing your true colors before things got more serious between us.”
Frustration tightened her throat. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
His expression was grim. “I didn’t want to say anything I might later regret—things I wouldn’t be able to take back.” He turned off the phone and tucked it back into his pocket. “In hindsight, I know I should have come right out and asked you what was up. But I thought I could just move on and forget about you.” He shook his head slowly. “I was wrong. So fucking wrong.”
Scarlett stared at him, her pulse fluttering wildly. “So you came here still thinking I might possibly be a cheater? What if I’d fessed up to sleeping with Leo? What if I’d turned you away?”
“That’s a chance I was willing to take.” He took a step closer to her. “The connection we made back in Denver…I know I didn’t imagine it.”
Scarlett held his piercing blade of a gaze, trying to remember to breathe. “No,” she whispered. “You didn’t imagine it.”
A satisfied gleam filled his eyes.
Her gaze strayed to his lips and she licked her own, then felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Let me, um, take your coat.”
He shrugged out of it and handed it to her. It was made of expensive wool and looked very GQ. She turned away, brought the coat up to her face and quietly breathed in his scent, savoring how good he smelled as her mind traveled back to the night of the engagement party. She remembered standing on that moonlit terrace with him, snuggling into the warmth of his suit jacket and absorbing the scented heat from his body.
Resisting the urge to bury her nose in his coat, she hung it up in the wardrobe closet by the door. When she turned around, he gave her a slow smile that sent a whoosh of tingles shooting through her.
She moistened her lips. “What?”
“Nothing. I’m just ridiculously happy to see you.”
She blushed with pleasure. “It was pretty risky of you to get on the road with a blizzard coming.”
“I’m Swedish. Snow doesn’t intimidate me.”
Scarlett felt the first stirrings of a smile. “We’ve already established that you’re a badass, Ragnar Lothbrok—”
He grinned at the Viking reference.
“—but it was still dangerous. You could have gotten stranded out there.”
“Again, that’s a chance I was willing to take.” He reached out and touched her cheek, his knuckles rasping over it.
Until that very second, she hadn’t realized just how much she’d missed him touching her. Her whole body cried out for the slightest contact with his.
She swallowed hard. “Did you already eat? I know it’s after midnight, but I missed dinner and you’re probably hungry, too.”
Viggo smiled. “I can always eat.”
“Of course you can. You’re a hockey player.” She edged past him and went to the desk to pick up the room service menu. She had just opened it when she felt a series of hot little sizzles against her back. That was the only warning she had that Viggo had come up behind her. For such a big guy, he was pretty damn stealthy.
She stared down at the menu, her eyes unfocused as he pushed her hair to the side, out of the way. “Um—” Her voice was thready “—what’re you in the mood for?”
He brushed his lips over the back of her neck, parting them so she could feel the tantalizing heat of his breath. She shook as goosebumps raced down her arms and her muscles turned to water.
“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” His voice was low and husky, raw silk whispering across her skin. Her breasts grew heavy and her nipples spiked against the lacy material of her bra.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Dreaming about you.” He kissed her nape and nibbled his way to her ear. “You’ve got me coming undone, Scarlett.”
She shivered and closed her eyes, melting against him. He was hard everywhere. Hard shoulders, hard chest, hard stomach. And hardness between his thighs, pressing urgently against her lower back.
He took the menu out of her trembling hands and placed it on the desk. Then he slid an arm around her waist and turned her to face him. The searing heat from his gaze made her so weak she had to close her eyes just to keep herself upright.
“I’ve been dying to do this again.” He placed his hands on either side of her face and slanted his mouth over hers.
At the first touch of his lips, her world exploded into a kaleidoscope of blazing Technicolor. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed closer to him, rubbing her achy breasts against his chest and causing him to groan.
His tongue dove behind her lower lip before sliding over her front teeth and stroking the roof of her mouth. She moaned softly, reeling at the potent reminder of just what an incredible kisser he was.
They played tonsil hockey for a few panty-melting moments before he lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, staring into his eyes as he carried her over to the bed. He lowered her onto the mattress and followed her down, his big body covering hers. He took her mouth again, his tongue teasing and taunting her with wet little flicks that had her hips grinding against his.
When he broke away and sat back on his heels, she sat up and helped him pull off his sweater and undershirt.
Holy. Shit.
His body was unbelievable, starting with those massive shoulders and tattooed biceps roped with thick muscle. His rock-hard abs were a freaking eight-pack—forget about six. And he had an Adonis belt, that delicious ridge of V-shaped muscle that angled down toward his groin.
He took her breath away.
Wonderingly she reached out and touched his chest, swooning at the cut of his pectorals and sharply defined stomach muscles. How could a guy be so ripped? she wondered dazedly. He was absolutely breathtaking, her secret fantasies come sizzling to life.
“Jesus,” he muttered, watching her face.
Dragging her eyes from an enticing line of hair below his navel, Scarlett met his gaze and whispered hoarsely, “What?”
“You can’t be looking at me like that, baby, or I’m gonna explode in my pants like some fucking middle schooler.” He tugged her sweatshirt up over her head, then pushed her back on the bed and peeled her socks and leggings off.
His hands were huge, she marveled as she watched him undress her. The size of them turned her on. So did the way he bit his bottom lip as he unveiled her body.
She shivered when he ran his palms over the outside of her legs, stroking her from hip to calf. His calluses were a little rough against her skin, but it only heightened the sheer pleasure of his touch.
When he reached the intricate tattoo on her ankle, he made a rumbling sound of appreciation. “Holy shit.” His thumb traced the outline of an afro-rocking Misty Knight holding a mic in the hand attached to her bionic arm. “God, that’s sexy.”
“You like it?” Scarlett breathed.
“Hell yeah.” He admired the colorful tattoo with a heavy-lidded smile. “It suits you perfectly.”
“I think so, too.” She pushed up to her elbows and unclasped the front hook of her black cotton bra, shrugging out of it. Viggo’s eyes latched onto her breasts and darkened with pure lust.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He palmed her tits and leaned down to suck one nipple, sending electrifying pulses straight between her thighs.
When she reached down and cupped his straining cock through his jeans, he groaned against her breast and kissed his way to the other one, licking and biting her hard nipple.
She gasped with pleasure, falling back on the bed with her eyes closed. She was flushed and trembling all over, a riot of sensations tumbling through her as his mouth slid down her body, leisurely kissing and tasting her hypersensitive skin. She arched upward when his tongue swirled into her pierced belly button. His soft lips closed around the tiny diamond stud and sucked, causing her to writhe and moan, her hands tangling in his hair.
“So beautiful. So goddamn perfect.” He trailed kisses to her hip, chasing her goosebumps down to the inside of her thigh. Her breasts grew heavier, and the throbbing ache in her core became almost unbearable. The man could teach a seminar on the art of foreplay, that’s how good he was.
She felt his callused hands spread her thighs apart just seconds before he licked her damp pussy through her underwear.
“Oh God!” she gasped, her hips arching off the bed.
He lifted his head to stare at her, a fierce gleam in his eyes. “I’ve never forgotten the sexy sounds you make when you’re turned on. They’ve been stuck in my head since the night of our first kiss.”
Scarlett whimpered as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties and dragged them off her legs. She’d treated herself to a Brazilian wax last week. So her pussy was smooth and bare, just the way she liked it.
The blistering intensity of Viggo’s gaze took her damn breath away. His nostrils were flaring, his huge erection stretching the front of his jeans as he stared down at her quivering cleft.
“Fuck, you have a beautiful pussy.” His voice was a raspy growl. “I have to taste you.”
“Yes, please,” she practically begged.
He slung her legs over his massive shoulders and knelt in front of her. Cupping her ass cheeks in both hands, he lowered his head and pressed his face between her shaking thighs. The moment his breath hit the bare skin of her sex, her hips bucked. When he flicked his tongue over the violently sensitive nub of her clitoris, she sobbed with pleasure and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets.
His answering growl rumbled against her flesh as he sucked her clit and tongued the saturated folds of her pussy, tasting her slick arousal.
“Viggo,” she whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head as another burst of wetness baptized his mouth. The way his stubble scraped the insides of her thighs only intensified the electric sensations zinging through her. She was a shivering mass of red-hot need, her body so primed and ready it was a miracle she hadn’t already exploded.
“So fucking juicy,” he groaned gutturally. “Damn, Scarlett.”
He was doing things with his mouth that made her want to weep. A few seconds later, feeling wetness on her cheeks, she realized that she was crying. No man’s tongue game had ever brought her to tears before. This was totally new territory.
Her legs tightened over his shoulders as he worked her clit, rasping his tongue up and down the swollen knot.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” she moaned as tingling pulses of heat streaked through her body. She could feel herself shaking, trembling with the need for climax.
When he pressed one long finger inside her, she gasped and bowed backward, her muscles clenching tightly around him. He added another finger and pumped in and out of her while sucking on her clit.
“Oh God, Viggo, I’m gonna come,” she whimpered.
“Come for me,” he growled, his eyes locking with hers. “Come in my mouth.”
Her pussy started spasming. When he withdrew his fingers and bit the nerve-rich hood of her clit, she threw back her head and came in an explosive gush, crying out his name as her hips jerked against his open mouth.
He groaned with satisfaction and buried his tongue between her folds to soak up her juices, ramping up the intensity of her orgasm. She’d never come so hard in her life from oral sex. She felt dazed and breathless and just…wow.
It was only when she stopped gasping and shuddering that Viggo lowered her back onto the mattress and unhooked her legs from his shoulders. Then he bent over her, kissing her tear-damp cheeks and her mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips.
When he lifted off her, she dragged her heavy eyes open to watch as he reared off the bed and stood. His hands shook as he unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. His legs were long and powerful, his thighs thickly muscled. His body was golden all over. Not a tan, but his natural skin color.
Scarlett sat all the way up and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging them down over his hips to release his bulging cock. Her eyes widened and she sucked in an appreciative breath at the size of him. He was even bigger than she’d suspected. Insanely thick and long, the flushed head glistening with precum.
With riveted fascination, she reached out and stroked the granite-hard length of him, tracing the vein that ran from the tip to the neatly trimmed pubic hair at the base.
His big frame shook and he groaned, the sound sizzling through her very core. Sliding her hand lower, she cupped his heavy balls, pressing them gently but firmly between his legs.
His breath hissed out, a sharp push between his teeth.
The need to taste him filled her mouth with saliva. But before she could make her move, he growled roughly, “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”
He stepped back to pick up his jeans and grab a small foil square from his wallet. He ripped it open with his teeth, pulling out the condom with an impatient shake that sent the torn packet flying over his shoulder.
Utterly mesmerized, Scarlett watched his hand slide down the length of his massive cock, sheathing himself with the transparent latex. She’d never been more turned on by the sight of a man putting on a condom.
When his eyes met hers, she lay back on the bed and let her legs fall wide open. “Get over here,” she breathed.
He came down over her, settling between her thighs and bracing one hand beside her head while the other hand fisted the base of his shaft. His hot gaze held hers enthralled as he guided his erection toward her opening. The instant she felt the broad head brush her slick folds, her legs began to shake like she was already coming.
“Jesus.” A deep shudder racked Viggo’s body and he groaned. “Ah, fuck, this is gonna be good.”
“God yes,” she panted, wrapping her legs high around his waist.
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he slid the head of his cock inside her in a slow, sensuous thrust that made her shiver and moan with pleasure.
Circling his hips, he worked the head in and back out, groaning as her pussy greedily squeezed and released him.
When he fed her a few more searing inches, she sucked in a breath and shifted her hips to adjust to his girth, her inner muscles pulsing around him. He shuddered, pulling back until he was almost out.
“Viggo—”
He slowly pressed back into her, deeper this time, stretching her wide as he slid home.
She let out a keening cry and clutched his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist.
“Ah Scarlett,” he groaned, staring down at her with a look of fierce wonder. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Nothing’s ever felt this good before.”
“I know,” she whimpered as her hips arched up to meet his, tearing a ragged groan from his throat. “Fuck me, Viggo.”
He planted his hands on either side of her head and began thrusting into her, one long stroke after another, his hooded gray eyes locked onto her face.
She moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair, balling up huge chunks of the silken thickness.
“Damn, baby.” He moved deeper, stroking her G-spot with every achingly slow plunge of his cock. The pleasure was mind-blowing. Off the charts spectacular.
As her heart pounded like tribal drums and her skin grew slick with sweat, she dug her heels into his flexing buttocks. He had an ass to die for, perfectly round and muscular. Desire pounded through her as she rocked her hips against him, her pussy creaming around his cock and oozing down to his balls.
“Fuck, Scarlett.” His jaw was tight, sweat dripping off his brow and landing warmly on her chest. His eyes lingered on her glistening breasts before sliding downward to watch his cock shafting in and out of her. “Ah God, that’s so fucking hot.”
“Hell yes,” Scarlett panted as her hands left his hair, raked down his back and gripped his pumping buttocks. “You feel so good, Viggo. So damn good.”
He supported his weight on his elbows, rocking his hips tighter into hers. She gasped at the sheer pleasure of it. The sublimely raw intensity. He was music to her body, a symphony to her soul.
“Du är min,” he whispered, his eyes burning possessively into hers. “You’re mine.”
As tears glazed her eyes, he leaned down and kissed her deep and hard, his tongue mimicking his thrusts. His huge cock felt like a heart beating inside her slick walls, each pounding stroke driving her closer and closer to oblivion.
She sucked on his tongue and gripped him tighter with her thighs, crossing her ankles to hold him deep inside her. The chiseled slab of his chest gleamed with sweat, the muscles contracting as his thrusts slapped his pelvis against hers.
When she squeezed her pussy around his plunging cock, he broke off their feverish kiss to muffle a groan against her throat. It was the hottest fucking sound she’d ever heard. Raw and raspy. Utterly primal. It shot straight to her swollen clit, making it throb even more.
He lifted his head, his feral gaze devouring her as he slammed harder and faster between her thighs. Her body rocked under the force of his savage fucking. She couldn’t hold back her loud cries as sizzling jolts of pleasure lashed at her pussy and her womb.
“I’m coming…oh God…!” She threw back her head, screaming Viggo’s name as the orgasm exploded through her body in a rush of white-hot ecstasy.
He groaned raggedly, his hips pistoning faster as he pounded in and out of her with a ferocity that had her digging her nails into his back.
She felt his body tighten seconds before his cock began to jerk. He let out an animalistic shout as he erupted violently, emptying himself into the condom. Her pussy convulsed as a mini orgasm rippled through her, making her gasp.
He continued pumping into her as he called her name, long and low, his head falling back on his shoulders. For as long as she lived, she would never forget the way he looked in that moment, the way he felt inside her, the way he sounded.
Dropping his head, he buried his face in the curve of her neck and groaned as the powerful aftershocks shook them both. Scarlett clung tightly to him, trembling, rapturous, never wanting to let go.
He lay on top of her for several moments as she glided her fingers up and down his broad back. He weighed a ton but she didn’t care. She loved having him on top of her. At long last.
He kissed her neck and then rolled over, pulling her into his arms. She curled languorously against him and rested her cheek on his chest, her eyes closing with a blissful sigh.
For a long while they lay together, legs entwined, listening to each other breathe as perspiration cooled on their skin, slicking them together. Neither had the strength to move or speak. They’d connected on a level Scarlett had never experienced before with any other man. Just like that, he’d ruined her for all others.
When he finally spoke, his voice was throaty and raw. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Mmm, yes,” she breathed.
He kissed the top of her head, then eased away from her to grab several tissues from the nightstand. Dazedly she watched him peel off the very full condom, wrap it in tissue and toss it into the bedside wastebasket.
Then he reached down, pulled the covers up to their waists and gathered her close against his side. She snuggled into his warmth, purring with lazy contentment as he stroked her back with a tenderness that made her feel like the most cherished woman on the planet.
“You’re absolutely incredible,” he rumbled.
She smiled against his chest. “You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Sandström.”
His low chuckle vibrated beneath her ear, sending tingles of pleasure through her.
She sighed. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”
“I couldn’t stay away from you.”
Her toes curled. “I’m so glad you didn’t.”
“So am I.”
She grinned, looking up at him. “Especially after this.”
A corner of his mouth quirked upward. “I wasn’t gonna mention that, but yeah.”
She laughed and kissed the thick bulge of his right pec before resettling her head on his chest. She let her fingers trace the hard ridges of his abdomen, savoring that lickable V muscle. “Where’s your suitcase?”
“I left it in the car.”
“Just in case I told you to get lost?”
He chuckled. “Yeah.”
“Smart man.” She grinned. “So how’d you pull this off, anyway? You had a game today in Edmonton.”
“I did,” he confirmed. “Thankfully it was an early game. As soon as it was over, I caught a flight to Toronto with Reid and Nadia. While they headed to the cabin, I got a rental car and headed down to New York. Traffic was pretty bad and it took a while to get through customs, or I would have gotten here sooner.”
Scarlett nodded languidly. “Did my family know you were coming?”
“Yeah. Lennox was planning to come get you before Nadia told him I was already on my way.”
“So everyone knew you were coming to get me, and no one said a word?”
“I asked them not to. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, you certainly did.” She grinned. “You gave me the surprise of my life and then some.”
“Good.” He tightened his arm around her and nuzzled the top of her head. “So…are you on birth control?”
“I have an IUD.” She lifted her head to look at him. “What about you?”
His eyes danced with amusement. “I don’t have an IUD.”
She poked him in the ribs, making him laugh as he caught her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm.
“I never have unprotected sex,” he told her. “But I get tested for STDs pretty regularly.”
“Same,” Scarlett said.
His eyes glittered into hers. “So just in case we get caught up in the moment over these next few days…I just wanted to assure you that I’m clean.”
A slow smile spread across her face. “That’s very good to know.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He folded his arms behind his head, a cocky grin on his face. “Just try not to ravish me. I know I’m irresistible—”
“What!” She sat up and snatched her pillow, whacking him on the head as he burst out laughing.
Grinning broadly, she stretched out beside him, propping herself up on one elbow to study him at her leisure. Her grin softened into a smile as her eyes roamed over his thick eyebrows, the hard contours of his cheekbones, the strong bridge of his nose, the rugged curve of his jaw, his full but firm lips. He was achingly beautiful yet breathtakingly masculine.
The ink he sported only magnified his utter maleness. A mosaic of black and gold tribal tattoos wrapped around his left bicep, a tribute to the Rebels. The hard bulge of his right bicep sported a blue and yellow Swedish flag.
Smiling, Scarlett reached out and traced the waving flag, pausing when she felt a small raised bump. “What’s this?”
Viggo tensed ever so slightly. “An old hockey injury.”
“Really?” She gently rubbed the scar. “What happened?”
His lashes flickered over his eyes. “I don’t remember. It was a long time ago.”
She sensed he was lying. Before she could probe further, he caught her hand and began caressing the music notes tattooed onto the inside of her wrist.
“What drum beat is this?” he murmured.
She smiled, tingling from his touch. “It’s the intro from Led Zeppelin’s ‘Moby Dick.’ One of the best drum songs ever from the greatest rock drummer of all time.”
“Agreed. John Bonham was awesome, and so is your tattoo.” Viggo smiled, admiring the narrow bar of drum sheet music. “I thought you’d have more.”
“More what? Ink?”
“Yeah. You’re a rock star, so I expected you to have more than three tats. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. The tats you have are hot as hell. I just figured you’d have a few more.”
She sighed. “I get that a lot.”
“So what gives?” he teased. “Don’t tell me you’re too squeamish to get more ink.”
“Of course not.” She scowled and rolled her eyes. “I signed a stupid contract.”
His eyebrow lifted. “A contract?”
“Yeah,” she grumbled. “My parents bought me a car when I turned sixteen, but it came with a parent contract. One of their stipulations was that I couldn’t get more than three tattoos before my twenty-fifth birthday, and they had to sign off on any tats I wanted.”
Viggo grinned. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” She did another eye roll.
“Your parents are pretty strict, huh?”
“They don’t like tattoos. They’re not too crazy about piercings either, but they let me get them as a compromise.”
Viggo tweaked her pierced nose. “So you sold out for a set of wheels.”
“I did,” she confessed with a sigh. “I really, really wanted that car. But just wait till I turn twenty-five next year. I’m gonna get all tatted up.”
“Hmm. Don’t get too tatted up.”
“Why not?”
“It’d be a damn shame to cover up all this beautiful brown skin,” Viggo said, brushing his lips over her bare shoulder. “Leave some for me to savor and enjoy.”
His words coupled with the heat of his breath on her skin made her shiver. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she whispered.
“Please do.” A lazy smile curved his mouth as he brushed her tousled hair off her forehead and searched her face. “This might sound crazy, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve met somewhere before.”
Scarlett’s heart stopped. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! He remembers!
The way she was staring at him made him grow very still. He cocked his head to one side, watching her closely. “Have we?”
She smiled enigmatically. “Have we what?”
“Met before.”
Staring into his eyes, she decided right then and there not to tell him. She wanted him to remember on his own the moment he saw her for the first time. She wanted the memory to strike him like a bolt of lightning, jolting his senses and taking his breath away. She wanted the moment burned into his memory as indelibly as it was burned into hers.
Leaning down until they were nose to nose, she murmured, “Maybe we met in a past life.”
His eyes glinted into hers. “A past life, huh?”
“Yes.” She nuzzled the line of his jaw until she reached his ear and whispered, “You were a fearless Viking warrior. And I was a powerful goddess who came to you every night, wherever you were. I would slowly undress you using just the power of my mind. Then I would trail kisses all over your body, healing your battle scars before I slowly mounted you and made sweet, passionate love to you.”
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Viggo breathed.
Scarlett chuckled and nibbled his earlobe, eliciting a shiver and a soft groan.
He tangled a fist in her hair and dragged her face down to his so he could give her a deep, drugging kiss.
Sighing with pleasure, she hooked a leg around him and then shifted to straddle his waist. His hands drifted down her bare back, igniting waves of shimmering electricity that made her shiver and arch.
When he cupped her ass, she purred in satisfaction. “Mmmm…”
He looked up at her, his gaze piercing her soul. “I can’t be without you, Scarlett Rain.”
“Nor I you,” she whispered.
A little voice in her head warned her that she was setting herself up for heartbreak.
But it was Christmas Eve. So she’d worry about the potential heartbreak later.