This is WIPItUp, the blog hop where authors share excerpts from their works in progress. And please feel free to comment – we authors love feedback.
I find myself in the unusual (for me) position of having two WIPs on the go. This week I’m sharing a teaser from my newest one, which is a historical, with sexy Vikings, naturally. The tentative title is Merewyn’s Viking Master, but that may not emerge unscathed from the editing process.
Oh, and here’s picture of my inspiration for the hero, Mathios
Check out this short snippet…
“I shall wash your back. And help you with your hair.”
“That is quite all right. I can manage.”
“No one can manage to wash their own back,” he argued, approaching the tub. “Lean forward.”
He leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Obedience, Merewyn. Remember?”
She gulped, and did as she was told.
His fingers were gentle, his hands firm but efficient as he applied the soap then worked it into a lather. Next he cupped his hands to dribble water down her spine. It was strangely erotic and Merewyn let out a contented sigh. It was so long since anyone had tended to her in such a manner, not since she was little and her mother used to care for her, though this felt very different.
“Put your head back, I shall wash your hair now.”
“Yes. Lie back and let your head drop back over the edge of the tub.” He moved the bucket of warm water into place behind her and Merewyn realised what it was for. The clean water would be used to rinse away the dirt and grease accumulated during her illness. That was an attractive prospect, even though in doing as he instructed she would thrust her breasts up and out of the water.
“Do as I say, little Celt.”
His voice had hardened, the shift almost imperceptible but enough to impel Merwyn to obedience. She tilted her head back for his ministrations, acutely conscious of the cooling air which now caressed her naked breasts. Her nipples swelled and hardened in the draught. Merewyn prayed that he might not notice, though she knew he would.
This Viking missed nothing.
He poured the clean water over her hair, lifting the long tresses to dunk them in the water before applying the soap. He massaged the lather into her scalp, his fingers working large, firm circles on her sensitised flesh. Despite the embarrassing state of her nipples, not to mention the peculiar clenching at her core which she was quite unable to control, Merewyn was mortified when she let out an involuntary moan.
“I am sorry, I did not mean—”
“It is not a problem. Please, relax, make such sounds as you wish.”
“I would not wish you to think that I… I…”
“That you are enjoying this?”
“I know that you are, but we need not dwell upon ithat fact if you prefer not to.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“And this? Do you like this also?” He shifted his fingers to the nape of her neck and proceeded to caress the delicate skin there.”
Merewyn opted not to respond, though her nipples tightened even more and heat furled at her core.
She should have protested when his fingers crept over her shoulders, kneading and squeezing until she believed she might expire with the sheer pleasure of it. Her muscles stretched and loosened, the stress of recent days falling away. There was something almost magical in his touch, a knowing, practised ease. He seemed to know her body’s needs better than she did.
Merewyn lay still as he continued his exploration, his clever fingers moving lower, across her chest to find her puckered nipples.
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