She smiled, then did as he asked. She saw the muscles in his arms flex and strain, and she knew that he was fighting to keep his hands in place. The sight of his voluntary helplessness did something to her – something dark and powerful. It made her feel… naughty. Sexy.
Powerful.
With renewed confidence, she started to lick her way down his body, running her tongue over every curve, every indentation. When she reached that sexy ‘v’ just above the waistband of his jeans, she turned all of her attention to worshipping it. As far as Iris was concerned, there was nothing hotter on a man’s body – and she was going to enjoy this. But there was too much clothing in her way.
“Take these off,” she ordered him, pulling at his jeans. “Now.”
“Well, yes ma’am,” Viking said smartly. He sat up and un
