Chapter 18

The soft skin over hard, flexing muscles is mesmerizing, and I slide my hands over every part of him I can reach. His mouth on my neck is turning the low-burning flame into a roaring fire, and my hips move of their own volition, rocking against him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I pant, and in reply, he sucks harder on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I moan and hook my leg around his thighs, pressing him tighter against me, our dicks crushing against each other. He sucks harder—he’s gonna leave a mark but I don’t care—and I tilt my head even more.

His huge hand slides from my waist and cups my ass, my cheeks fitting perfectly in his palms. My knee buckles and I have to put my other foot on the floor or we’d topple over.

Viggo walks us backward, then turns us around until the kitchen counter is behind me, helping to keep us on our feet, and I fling my leg around him again.

“Yeah, like that,” he says against my neck before he sucks the same spot as before.