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SCARLETT
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
It was snowing when she woke hours later entangled in Viggo’s strong, protective arms.
They hadn’t bothered to close the curtains before going to bed, so she could see the swirling flakes of snow falling outside the window. The streets of downtown Buffalo had been turned into a winter wonderland.
Lying there in Viggo’s arms, she’d never felt so wondrously warm and content. She wanted to stay right where she was, but her bladder needed emptying.
When she lifted her head from the pillow, Viggo’s arms tightened around her and he spooned her closer, branding her with his body heat. Branding was definitely the right word, because there was something unmistakably possessive about the way he was holding her.
But when she looked over her shoulder at him, he was still asleep, his thick lashes fanning his cheeks. Her heart squeezed in her chest as she lay there watching him. When her full bladder demanded relief, she reluctantly disentangled herself from his arms, slid out of bed and padded soundlessly to the bathroom.
She found herself smiling as she sat on the toilet, reliving every moment of last night’s sexathon. They’d made love several times during the night, making up for lost time. Viggo had been fiercely insatiable, giving her more orgasms than she could count. She ached deliciously between her thighs, a hot throbbing that intensified as the erotic memories undulated through her mind.
She flushed the toilet, opened the door and quietly washed her hands at the sink. There was enough light for her to see her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a crazy mess, her eyes were soft and satiated, and her lips were even puffier than usual. She looked well fucked.
Which she was.
She wanted to brush her teeth, but she didn’t want to make too much noise. So she settled for rinsing her mouth with mouthwash.
Viggo was still sleeping when she came out of the bathroom area. He lay on his stomach with his head resting sideways on his muscular forearm. His tousled blond hair fell over his face and a night’s growth of golden stubble glinted on his jaw.
He was so fucking sexy it was ridiculous. Just looking at him melted her insides.
Smiling, she crept to the bed on little cat feet and slithered under the warm covers.
Without opening his eyes, Viggo hooked an arm around her waist and drew her to his side. She went with a soft giggle, melting as he kissed the top of her head and murmured, “Merry Christmas Eve.”
She shivered at the sound of his gravelly morning voice. “Merry Christmas Eve to you, too.”
He nuzzled her hair. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did,” she purred. “You?”
“I’ve never slept better.”
“Same.” She sighed blissfully, burrowing into the hard muscles of his chest and sucking up his heat. “I dreamed of a white Christmas. Looks like we’ll be getting one.”
He followed her gaze to the curtain of snow falling outside the window. A lazy grin curved his mouth. “I don’t think we’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.”
She tilted her head back to grin up at him. “You sound a little too happy about that.”
“Do I?” His grin spread. “Maybe I am.”
“Happy about being stranded in Buffalo?”
“Happy about being stranded with you.”
His words were like music to her heart. She snuggled against his warm chest, smiling when he rested his cheek on top of her head. She could stay curled up in his arms for the rest of her life.
Gazing out the window, she sighed contentedly and started singing “White Christmas.” She could feel Viggo smiling against her hair.
When she stopped after a few lines, he protested. “Why’d you stop? Keep singing.”
She giggled.
“I’m serious. Keep going.”
She sang the rest of the holiday classic while he listened quietly.
When she finished the song, he held her tighter and whispered, “God, I love your voice.”
A tingle of pleasure warmed her. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
“You know I do.” There was a grin in his voice. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve played your singing telegram.”
She chuckled. “I’m sure my sexy getup contributed to your repeat viewings.”
“Well…”
She poked his ribs, making him laugh.
“You can’t make a video of yourself dressed like a lingerie model and not expect me to jerk off to it as often as possible.”
Her lips twitched. “Did you still watch it even when you thought I was a cheater?”
“Uhh…”
“Wow. Seriously?”
He grinned. “The little head doesn’t always agree with the big head. ’Cause I’m a man, woman,” he crooned the Tame Impala song. “It’s the only answer I’ve got for you.”
Laughing, Scarlett sat up and climbed on top of him.
He grinned up at her, folding one arm behind his head and using his other hand to knead her thigh, a lazy caress that sent shivers straight to her core.
She licked her lips. “So what should we do with ourselves today?”
His eyes gleamed. “I have a few ideas.”
“I bet you do,” she teased, feeling his cock twitch against her backside. She wiggled her hips a little, laughing when he groaned.
She ran a fingernail down his chest, raising goosebumps over his skin. She loved how she could affect him with a simple touch. It made her feel intoxicatingly powerful.
She circled his belly button with her fingertip, smiling when his abs contracted. How many times had she fantasized about this while lying alone in bed at night? How many times had she fantasized about making love with this beautiful man, feeling his hard-muscled body above and beneath hers? How many times had she fantasized about touching him like this?
Her finger trailed lower, stopping just above his groin. Feeling his cock swell and harden, she leaned over him and nibbled along his stubble-rough jawline, drawing a low growl from deep in his chest.
She laughed, then moaned when he palmed her ass cheeks and squeezed possessively. She stared down into his eyes, shivering as his right hand slid over the curve of her hip and stroked her belly. When he cupped her breast, liquid heat shot to her core. Biting her bottom lip, she pushed her aching flesh into his hand, craving more of his touch.
He watched her face as he slowly circled her nipple. The pleasurable sensations caused her thighs to clench, squeezing his sides.
His eyes were heavy lidded, his smile one of lazy male satisfaction as his hand moved from her breast to her mouth. “I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect setup than this,” he murmured, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb.
Her mind was hazy, drugged by his touch. “What do you mean?”
“For the first time in weeks, we don’t have anywhere to be. No practice or rehearsal, no games or shows. We don’t have to leave this room if we don’t want to. And no one can reach us except by phone, which we don’t even have to answer.” His eyes glittered. “Think about that, baby. Think about the amazing gift we’ve been given with this snowstorm.”
Scarlett grinned at the prospect of them staying in bed with nothing to do but make love all day, stopping only for food and bathroom breaks. It sounded like absolute heaven.
“It is a gift,” she leaned down to purr in his ear. “Now I have the perfect opportunity to catch up on sleep and binge watch—”
Viggo slapped her bare ass cheek, making her cry out as a tingling burst of heat flooded her sex.
In one deft move, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath his big body. Laughing between gasps, she wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer and shivering at the thickness of his cock pressed against her stomach.
“I can’t believe you just spanked me.”
His eyes glinted. “You know you liked it.”
“I did.” She grinned. “You bring out the kinky in me.”
Smiling, he leaned down and took her mouth in a slow, lazy kiss that curled her toes and made her pussy contract. His lips were soft and slippery, the hot stroke of his tongue addicting. She moaned and arched into him, wanting him inside her even though she was still sore from last night’s marathon lovemaking.
Lifting his head, he smiled into her eyes. “Don’t move.”
She smiled dazedly. “I don’t think I can.”
He winked and then rolled out of bed with the powerful grace of a huge panther. As he sauntered toward the bathroom she stared after him, enjoying the flex of his thighs and buttocks, the way his cheeks hollowed as he moved. Hockey players had the best asses. All that power skating really worked the glutes to mouthwatering perfection.
She was still smiling when he came out of the bathroom and washed his hands at the sink. When he started brushing his teeth, she quickly blew into her hand to make sure the mouthwash was still working.
Yep. She was good to go.
Viggo came around the corner and started back toward the bed, his massive cock swinging against his thigh as he walked. She couldn’t believe she’d had all that man meat inside her. It was a miracle she’d been able to get out of bed and walk this morning.
She laughed as he dove under the covers and climbed back on top of her. Her laughter dissolved into one long sigh as he branded small kisses over her face, neck, shoulders and breasts.
She ran her hands down his broad back to the dip at the base of his spine. When she squeezed his scrumptiously round ass, he shuddered against her. That made her smile as her hands glided back up to tangle in his hair. He had such luxurious hair. It felt like pure silk sliding through her fingers.
“Ah, Scarlett,” he murmured against her breasts. “What’re you doing to me?”
Her heart flipped over. “Nothing you haven’t been doing to me since we met.”
His eyes flicked up to hers, melting her with just a look. “I’m never letting you out of this bed.”
“Never?”
“Ever.” His hands slid beneath her to cup her ass, pulling their bodies tighter together while his lips sipped at the corner of hers.
Whispering his name, she opened her legs and wrapped them around his hips, locking her ankles. He let out a low rumbling groan and slowly pushed his way inside her slick heat.
They stayed like that for a moment, bodies joined, his cock pulsing thickly inside her as their gazes fused.
Then he started pumping his hips, her head went back on a moan, and no other conversation was needed.
Two hours later they came up for air, washed up and ordered room service. Since they were both starving after skipping dinner last night, they got appetizers, vanilla milkshakes and bacon cheeseburgers with steak fries.
There was a slight chill in the air so Scarlett turned up the heat, then swapped out her robe for gray leggings and the ribbed gray sweater Viggo had worn yesterday. It was humongous on her, hanging to her knees and completely swallowing her up. His amazing scent clung to the expensive fabric, saturating her senses. She buried her nose in the sleeve, sighing as she drew his smell into her lungs.
When she opened her eyes and saw him standing there, she almost died of embarrassment.
He slowly looked her over, a pleased smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “That looks perfect on you.”
She grinned sheepishly. “Even though I’m swimming in it?”
“Still perfect.”
She melted into a puddle. “I’ve always wanted to wear something of yours.” Holy crap, that sounded weird and stalkerish. She instantly wanted to snatch the words back.
But Viggo just smiled, tipped her chin up and leaned down to brush a soft, sweet kiss across her mouth. “Du är min.”
You are mine.
Scarlett melted even more.
When their food arrived twenty minutes later, the room service cart was wheeled into the room and turned into a table draped in white linen. They sat by the window so they could watch the falling snow outside. It was so warm and cozy. All that was missing was a fireplace.
While they ate, they laughed and talked about everything and nothing.
“Who’s your favorite K-pop group?” Viggo asked.
“Of course I love EXO and BTS,” Scarlett said. “But I’m also a huge fan of HOTSHOT. They’re so good! They should be even more popular than they are.”
“Agreed. They’re criminally underrated.”
“Aren’t they? It’s crazy, right?”
“Totally.”
Scarlett grinned at Viggo. She loved that they shared the same diverse taste in music.
“So whose posters did you hang on your wall when you were growing up?” he asked. “Led Zeppelin, I’m sure.”
“Of course. Gotta have Zeppelin.” She grinned, munching on a French fry. “I also had posters of Cindy Blackman and Sheila E., two of the best drummers in the world. They totally inspired me when I was growing up.”
“Yeah, I could tell by the big Kool-Aid smile on your face when you met them,” Viggo teased.
“You saw the pictures?”
“Yeah. On your Instagram.”
Scarlett laughed. “Yeah, I went all fangirl on them. I couldn’t help myself. They’re so fucking badass. Totally my sheroes.”
Viggo grinned. “You got to play the drums with them at that festival. How exciting was that?”
“Beyond exciting,” she enthused with a happy sigh. “One of the most unforgettable experiences of my life.”
“I bet.” Viggo smiled, watching her. “God, I love the way your whole face lights up when you talk about things that excite you.”
She felt herself blush. “I tend to get a little animated—”
“I love it. Don’t ever change.”
She grinned and took a healthy bite of her cheeseburger. It was delicious, nestled inside a toasted bun and slathered with guacamole. Viggo had made quick work of his meal and was now nursing his vanilla shake.
Chewing her burger, Scarlett glanced out the window. The wind was howling and the snow was coming down in sheets.
“Looks like we might get those twenty inches they predicted.”
Viggo followed her gaze and smiled. “We should go outside and build a snowman.”
Scarlett shot him an incredulous look. “In this weather?”
He shrugged. “As we say back home: Det finns inget dåligt väder, bara dåliga kläder.”
“What does that mean?”
“There’s no bad weather, only bad clothes.”
Scarlett laughed. “As a Coloradoan, I beg to differ!”
He grinned and took a sip of his milkshake, licking away the frothy residue from his upper lip.
Her insides clenched, watching him.
“Reid says Nadia agreed to go camping and hiking with him when the weather warms up,” he said. “The four of us should go together sometime. That’d be fun.”
Scarlett’s stomach flip-flopped at the thought of them doing a bunch of couples stuff with Reid and Nadia. “That does sound fun.”
When Viggo winked at her, more stomach flipping occurred. She finished her burger as he watched her, a little smile playing over his lips.
“So,” she said conversationally, “you have five siblings, huh?”
“Yep.” His smile spread.
“What are their names again?” Like you haven’t memorized them. “Oldest to youngest.”
“Leif, Freya, Astrid, Rikard, me and Svea.”
“Wow,” Scarlett marveled, shaking her head. “Your parents are amazing. I couldn’t imagine having six children.”
Viggo gave her an amused look. “How many children do you want?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure I want any.”
He cocked his head to one side, studying her. “You don’t like kids?”
“I love kids. Other people’s kids.”
He said nothing, his eyes probing hers. She could sense his curiosity and an underlying disappointment. But why should he care what she did or didn’t do with her womb? It wasn’t like he was auditioning her as a potential wife.
Maybe he was judging her simply because he loved kids so much. During home games, he always slapped high fives with young fans on his way to the locker room between periods. He volunteered in the community and raised a ton of money for nonprofit youth organizations. He, Reid, Logan and Hunter served as instructors at youth hockey camps during the offseason. Given all that, it was safe to assume he probably wanted as many children as his parents had, and maybe he thought less of any woman who didn’t want to bring her own offspring into the world.
Uncomfortable under his scrutiny, Scarlett lowered her eyes and took a long slurp of her milkshake.
Viggo looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t decide whether he should.
She seized the opportunity to change the subject. “So what’s it like being the grandson of a Swedish hockey legend? Do you feel constant pressure to live up to his fame?”
A shadow flitted over Viggo’s face. “Not really.”
“Really? You don’t?”
“Maybe when I was younger,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over a bead of condensation on his glass.
“Is it true that he actually turned down a chance to play in the NHL?”
Viggo nodded, his gaze drifting out the window. “He didn’t think he had to leave Sweden to be validated as a great hockey player.”
“I can understand that. Sweden has such a rich hockey history.” Scarlett smiled at Viggo. “I’ve seen old footage of your grandfather playing hockey. You look so much like him it’s scary.”
He made a noncommittal sound and drank the rest of his shake. There was a sudden chill in the air that had nothing to do with the swirling snowstorm outside.
Scarlett studied him. “So are you and your grandfather close?”
He stared out the window for a long moment before answering. “We used to be.”
“Oh?” She waited for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, she gently prompted, “But you’re not anymore?”
“No.” He set his glass down carefully. His eyes were shadowed. “We’re not.”
Obviously there was some kind of a story there, Scarlett realized.
Before she could probe further, he suggested, “Let’s watch that movie you like. The one with the song from your singing telegram.”
She gave him a surprised look. “Center Stage?”
“Yeah. That one.”
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth. “You’re gonna think it’s super cheesy and clichéd.”
He grinned. “Doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy it.”
She smiled, secretly pleased that he wanted to watch one of her favorite movies. “You’d better not be rolling your eyes and making snarky comments.”
He laughed. “I’ll be on my best behavior,” he promised, rising from his chair.
He wheeled the room service cart out into the hallway while she grabbed her laptop and a spare blanket from the closet, then made herself comfortable on the sofa. As she queued up the movie, she could hear Viggo talking to someone outside the door.
She glanced up as he came back into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. “Who were you talking to?” she asked curiously.
“Some guy from down the hall. He came here on business and got stranded. He says the hotel’s completely booked and they’re turning people away. He also mentioned something about complimentary cocktails in the lobby at six.”
Scarlett grinned. “Free booze? I’m there.”
Viggo chuckled as he joined her under the blanket. When his hard thigh brushed against hers, tingles of awareness shot through her. She wondered if they’d be able to get through an entire movie without jumping each other’s bones.
He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled into his side, resting her head on his chest.
He kissed the top of her head. “Your hair smells incredible. What brand of shampoo do you use?”
“It’s not in regular stores,” she said with a lazy smile. “I get it from beauty supply stores that sell natural hair products.”
“Mmm.” He nuzzled the crown of her head with his chin. “I love your hair.”
“And I love yours.” She snuggled deeper into his chest, luxuriating in his scent and his warmth. “After this we can binge watch Vikings.”
He snorted. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve seen the way my sisters drool over that guy who plays Ragnar—”
“Travis Fimmel.”
“Yeah. Him.”
Scarlett laughed at his disgruntled tone. “Why would I drool over Travis when I’ve got my very own Viking sitting right beside me? I mean, don’t get me wrong. Travis is hot as hell, but you’re way hotter.”
She could almost see Viggo smirk. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“It’s not flattery. It’s the truth.” She cuddled closer, skimming a palm over his stomach. “I told you before that you’re hotter than Chris Hemsworth. I also think you’re hotter than Charlie Hunnam, David Beckham, your fellow Swede Alexander Skarsgård—”
“Are those your man crushes?”
“Just the blond ones.” She grinned.
Viggo grunted. “We’re still not watching Vikings.”
She laughed and snapped her fingers, then sighed and pressed PLAY to start the movie.
With a blizzard raging outside, her belly full of food and Viggo’s fingers playing in her hair, it was hard not to doze off. He kept his word and didn’t crack any snarky jokes, though he laughed several times at scenes that weren’t meant to be funny. When she poked his ribs, he just laughed harder. She had to give him a pass because some of the acting and dialogue were truly cringe-worthy.
When the movie ended, he clapped.
She grinned. “Are you clapping because you enjoyed it? Or because you’re glad it’s over?”
“I’m not glad it’s over.”
“Then you enjoyed it?”
“It was…entertaining.” His voice held a faint note of laughter.
“Entertaining?” Scarlett moved off his chest, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Is that your polite way of saying it sucked balls?”
He burst out laughing, broad shoulders shaking. She tried not to laugh but she couldn’t help it. His amusement was contagious.
Soon she was laughing so hard that she had to sit up and put her head back on the sofa. This only increased Viggo’s mirth. They both laughed until tears ran down their faces and they had to clutch their aching sides.
It was some time before either of them could speak without cracking up again. Wiping tears from the corners of their eyes, they sighed and grinned at each other.
“You are so canceled as a boyfriend,” Scarlett teased.
Viggo chuckled. “I tried to be good.”
“You were. For the most part.” She grinned sheepishly. “I know Center Stage isn’t an Oscar-caliber movie, but I enjoy it. It’s one of those guilty pleasures.”
Viggo grinned. “Like that old hockey movie Slap Shot. It’s cheesy as fuck, but I don’t know any hockey player who doesn’t love it.”
Scarlett laughed. “Slap Shot is a classic.”
“The best.” He sighed, then glanced around the room for a few moments and frowned slightly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“It’s Christmas Eve. We need a tree.”
“I know,” she said with a wistful sigh. “I wish we had one.”
Viggo got quiet, his brows furrowed in thought.
She watched him with amused curiosity. “I see the wheels turning. What’s going through that head of yours?”
He stood up, dislodging the blanket. Her curiosity grew as he went over to the nightstand, grabbed his wallet and stuffed it into the front pocket of his gray joggers.
Then he came back to her. “Let’s go,” he said decisively.
“Where?”
“I’m getting you a Christmas tree.”
Scarlett gave a startled snort of laughter. “Um, need I remind you that we’re in the middle of a blizzard? All the stores are closed, and I doubt there are any tree farms around.”
He grabbed her hand. “I know where to find a tree. C’mon.”
She laughed again, shaking her head as he tugged her out the door and down the hallway to the elevator. He didn’t even give her a chance to put on shoes over her thick socks.
She eyed him suspiciously. “What’re you up to, Sandström?”
He gave her a cryptic little smile. “You’ll see.”
They rode the elevator down to the lobby. When the doors opened, he instructed, “Hang back a little. The plan might not work if she knows we’re together.”
“What plan?”
But he was already sauntering across the lobby. Intrigued, Scarlett followed more slowly.
The front desk clerk glanced up, her eyes widening at the sight of Viggo. Scarlett could tell she didn’t recognize him. All she saw was an insanely hot man, and that was enough to get her drooling as Viggo walked up to her.
Scarlett loitered nearby, pretending to peruse tourist brochures on a rack by the desk.
“Hello,” Viggo greeted the brunette in a thick Swedish accent.
“Hi,” she breathed. “Can I help you with something?”
“Ja. I mean, yes. Sorry,” Viggo said sheepishly. “English is not my first language.”
The woman beamed. “That’s okay. I can understand you perfectly.”
He gave her an endearingly boyish smile. Scarlett could practically see the broad’s panties melting into a steamy mess.
“Ever since I learned that I won’t make it home to Sweden for Christmas, I have been feeling…how to say…” Viggo trailed off, struggling to find the right word.
“Homesick?” the brunette supplied.
“Yah. Homesick.” He flashed another heart-melting smile.
The poor woman lost more brain cells. “I’m so sorry you couldn’t get back home to Sweden. This blizzard is the absolute worst, right?”
“It is,” Viggo ruefully agreed. “It would make me very happy if I could put a tree in my room.”
The brunette’s smile wavered. “You want a Christmas tree in your room?”
“Yah.” He put more wattage behind his smile. “Do you know where I can find one?”
“Well, um, no—”
“What about this one?” He pointed to the pre-lit tabletop tree that stood aglow on the counter.
The brunette looked slightly confused. “You want that tree?”
“Yah. It’s perfect.”
She cleared her throat. “Well, yes, but it’s not really—”
“Please?” He trained those mesmerizing eyes on her. “It would really make me feel less homesick.”
She swallowed visibly and looked around the lobby as if to make sure no one was watching. Scarlett glanced away just in time.
Not surprisingly, the woman acquiesced. “I suppose it wouldn’t be a problem—”
Viggo looked hopeful. “I can have this tree?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Viggo grinned broadly. “Tack så mycket. Thank you so much.”
She beamed up at him. “You are so welcome.”
He pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill and passed it to her.
She looked flustered. “Oh no, you don’t have to—”
“I insist.” He smiled coaxingly.
She glanced furtively around, then reached across the counter and took the money, letting her fingers brush his.
He winked at her. “Merry Christmas.”
“Same to you,” she gushed as he picked up the tabletop tree. “If you can’t make it back to Sweden after the snowstorm, feel free to look me up. My name’s Whitney.”
Viggo gave her another wink, then turned and headed back toward the elevator with the twinkling tree under his arm.
Scarlett shook her head at the starry-eyed brunette, then casually turned and moseyed across the lobby to catch up with Viggo. His eyes gleamed at her as she hopped into the elevator beside him. She felt like Bonnie to his Clyde.
As soon as the doors closed, she burst into incredulous laughter. “Holy shit! You are so wrong for that!”
He gave her a sexy wink. “Told you I’d get you a tree.”
“Um, yeah, but not like that!”
He shrugged, a mischievous smile curving his lips. “What’s the problem?”
“Dude, seriously? You can’t go around unleashing all that—” She gestured to encompass him “—on unsuspecting hotel clerks. You could get that chick fired!”
“Nah,” he said with a chuckle. “She won’t get fired.”
“How do you know?”
“I have a good feeling.”
Scarlett laughed, shaking her head. “You and your Swedish accent. Seriously, how many other women have you conned with that ‘helpless foreigner’ shtick?”
His grin was cocky. “I’ve lost count.”
She punched his arm, making him laugh and kiss her forehead.
“The shtick—as you call it—works so well because most people don’t realize that most Swedes speak English.”
“But you didn’t,” Scarlett pointed out. “Not very well, anyway.”
He shrugged. “I was the exception, not the rule.”
“In more ways than one,” she said under her breath.
When he gave her a dissolutely rakish smile, her panties went from dry to drenched in zero seconds flat. She shook her head again and stared up at the electronic floor display. “You, sir, are dangerous.”
He laughed, low and wicked.
When they stepped off the elevator, Scarlett threw her arms around his neck, stretched up on tiptoe and smooched his cheek.
He grinned down at her, his free arm circling her waist. “Did I do good?”
“Ja. You did very good.” She beamed at him. “I know I gave you a hard time, but thank you for getting the tree. You’re my hero.”
“Yeah?” His eyes glinted suggestively as he drew her closer. “And what do I get for my heroism?”
She had just leaned up to kiss him when a door opened and voices filled the hallway. When she tried to move away, Viggo tightened his hold and gave her a kiss that made her dizzy.
Two men approaching the elevator whistled encouragingly and joked, “Get a room.”
Viggo laughed as Scarlett blushed, grabbed his hand and tugged him down the hallway.
Once back in their room, he set the tree down on the table by the window. Scarlett came up beside him, and together they stood admiring their little Christmas tree bedecked with twinkling lights.
Scarlett let out a happy sigh. “It’s perfect.”
“It is.” Viggo wrapped his arm around her waist. “It couldn’t be more perfect.”
They shared a tender smile before he cupped her cheek, bent his head and kissed her again. Her whole body went haywire—every atom and molecule, every cell and fiber sizzling with electricity.
She wound her arms around his neck, lifting herself higher against him. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth to taste her more fully.
She purred with pleasure, smiling into his eyes. “I guess we should probably shower at some point.”
“Why?” he murmured between kisses. “Do I stink?”
“Is that even possible?”
“Have you smelled me after a game? I’m pretty sweaty.”
She chuckled, twirling her tongue around his. “You don’t stink. I’m just looking for an excuse to get you naked again.”
He grinned against her mouth. “Why didn’t you just say so? You don’t need an excuse to get me naked.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “In that case…”
They quickly undressed each other, then Viggo swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. After putting her down, he reached around the shower curtain to turn on the water.
She smacked his beefy ass cheek, startling a laugh out of him.
“What was that for?”
“Payback from earlier.” She nipped his earlobe.
Grinning, he scooped her up and climbed over the edge of the tub. When the cool water hit her skin, she let out a surprised squeal, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls.
Viggo laughed. “Sorry. That’s what happens when you distract me, woman.”
He set her down—safely out of range of the cold water—and turned to adjust the faucet. She admired his droolworthy backside while he stood under the spray testing the temperature. His shoulders were so broad and strong, his back angling into a perfect V. God, he was sexy.
After a few moments, he reached up and turned to angle the nozzle toward her. “Better?”
She stepped closer. The water was the perfect temperature, not too hot or cold. “Much better.”
He grinned crookedly. “I’ve been taking a lot of cold showers ever since I met you. I’ve gotten used to it.”
She laughed. “Poor baby.”
He gently maneuvered her to stand in front of the spray. She sighed luxuriantly and closed her eyes, letting the hot water flow over her body. Their marathon lovemaking had left her sore and aching. But she was oh so ready for more.
Viggo moved up close behind her, kissing the side of her neck.
A soft moan escaped her.
Nuzzling her ear, he reached around to cup her breasts. She shivered as her nipples pebbled against the wet heat of his palms.
She turned slowly to face him so that her back was to the pulsing spray. The high showerhead sent water sluicing over his gorgeous body, running in rivulets down all that golden skin.
They stared at each other, the air around them clouded with steam. Then Viggo bent to kiss her bare shoulder, his mouth burning a path of slippery-hot kisses to her breasts.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
“So are you.” Her head fell back on a low moan as his mouth closed around her nipple in a hard suction, the edge of his teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. Her pussy muscles clenched and pulsed. Standing on tiptoe, she arched her hips and pressed them against his, shivering at the slick hardness of his erection.
When he lifted his head, she looped her arms around his neck and kissed him, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth with a soft tug of her teeth. He groaned, his thick cock swelling and dancing against her stomach.
They shared a languorously erotic kiss under the hot spray, tongues sliding and stroking and tangling. By the time their lips came away warmed and wet, Viggo’s eyes had melted from gray to liquid steel.
He watched under heavy lids as she sank to her knees in front of him. She pressed her nose to his groin, inhaling his musky male scent and smiling when she felt him shudder.
Curling her fingers around the velvety length of his cock, she tongued the thick base and followed the line of a pulsing vein.
His hips jerked and a rush of air whooshed from his lips.
She slowly pumped him up and down, watching him from under her lashes. Water was running down his head, plastering his hair to his face. He looked sexy as hell.
She licked her way along the underside of his cock, making him shiver and groan. Staring up into his eyes, she gave the broad head a slow lick.
“Jesus, Scarlett,” he gasped, his powerful thighs parting as he braced one hand on the tiled wall beside them.
“Mmm,” she purred as her tongue circled his cockhead, catching the pearly beads of precum that dribbled out. “I love the way you taste.”
“Fuck, baby.” He slicked his wet hair back, staring down at her as rivulets of water ran down his face and dripped off his spiky lashes.
She opened her mouth wider, taking in the first inch of his cock. She had a lot more to go. The man was blessed with girth and length.
His eyes smoldered as he watched her plump lips wrap around his dick. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “That’s so fucking hot.”
She loved his reaction, loved reducing this strapping hockey god to a shivering mass of raw need and lust.
She cupped his heavy balls and rolled them between her fingers, smiling around his cock when another deep tremor rocked his body. Her nipples peaked and her clit vibrated like a snare drum, feeding off his arousal.
“Thank you for my Christmas tree,” she purred seductively. “Tack så mycket.”
He let out a guttural groan. “You’re trying to kill me, speaking Swedish with my dick in your mouth.”
She choked back a laugh and took him deeper, swallowing as much of him as she could. He made a ragged sound in his throat, his hand coming up to fist in her hair.
She began sucking him off, her head bobbing up and down his length. He groaned her name roughly, his fingers tightening in her hair. She licked and sucked him harder, pumping him with her hand at the same time. She loved the taste and feel of him, could easily get addicted.
Her vigorous sucking had his muscled abs clenching and his thighs shaking with pleasure. She could feel his cock twitching and throbbing, and she salivated in anticipation of his hot jizz hitting the back of her throat. But before she could get him off, he pulled out of her mouth.
Looking fierce and intent, he lifted her off the floor and gathered her up in his arms, growling when she wrapped her legs around his waist. He lifted her until just the head of his cock speared her creamy opening.
When their eyes locked, he thrust her down onto him, making her cry out as a violent spasm of pleasure streaked through her body.
“Fuck.” He shuddered against her, slick flesh rubbing slick flesh.
She wound her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest. He cupped her ass cheeks and crushed his mouth to hers, giving her a kiss that scorched her down to her toes.
She moaned his name as he began sliding in and out of her at a languorous pace, letting her feel every inch of his cock plunging through her folds. It drove her insane, made her more ravenous for him.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this,” he rasped. “Fucking you in the shower, feeling your tight little pussy creaming on my dick while hot water beats down on our bodies. I’m in fucking heaven.”
The explicit words had her sex clenching around him. She dug her heels into his ass, reveling in the flex of his powerful glutes as he pumped his hips, pounding deeper into her. He was so sexy and strong, holding her up as if she weighed nothing as he thoroughly rocked her world.
“You feel so damn good, baby,” he moaned. “Like you were made just for me.”
“I was,” she moaned back.
“Damn right you were.”
Dizzy with pleasure, she stared down at their joined bodies as he thrust and withdrew, his cock glistening wetter and wetter with her juices. Her vision blurred, her body spasming as the motherlode of orgasms threatened to explode through her.
“It’s so good,” she whimpered, lost in a blanket of pure physical pleasure. “Oh God, baby, it feels so good. I can’t take it.”
His hips slapped wetly against hers, making her gasp and arch, her sex pulsing and rippling around him. His dick was so thick and hard, grinding against her exquisitely engorged clit with every stroke. She clung to his neck, her breasts bouncing against his chest as he slammed into her, harder and harder.
“Viggo,” she sobbed in ecstasy.
He gripped her thighs, his fingers biting into her flesh as he drove faster and deeper inside her. Her head fell back, pulses of white-hot electricity sizzling up and down her spine.
As the water rained over them, Viggo slicked her hair off her face with one hand and kissed her hard, his tongue spearing her mouth to stroke her tongue.
They climaxed explosively together, gasping into each other’s mouths as he spurted hot jets of semen deep inside her. Her thighs squeezed his hips while her muscles clamped down on his cock, milking him for every drop her body could wring out of his.
“Fuuuuck.” He bowed his head, burying his face in her neck as she dropped her forehead to his shoulder. They were both panting and trembling violently, clutching each other under the now-lukewarm curtain of water.
For several moments the world came to a standstill. The only sounds were their rasping breaths and the steady pulse of the shower spray.
“Wow,” Viggo murmured at length, nuzzling her neck and collarbone. “Shower sex with Scarlett Rain. Best. Thing. Ever.”
She laughed, lifting her head from his shoulder to nibble his wet lips. “Consider it an early Christmas present.”
“Well ho, ho, ho,” he whispered as his mouth slanted over hers. “Merry Christmas to me.”