TimeSlip by Caroline McCall

her, until her inner
walls gripped him and he pulled back and plunged forward once again, sheathing
himself fully in her, and with a guttural moan he collapsed against her,
covering her, and finally they slept.
    The apartment was in darkness when Ingrid woke. She
luxuriated in the feel of Strom’s warm heavy body, still lying on top of her.
Ingrid stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head.
    “I love you,” she whispered, not knowing whether he was
awake or not.
    “I love you too,” he murmured sleepily into her breast.
    Ingrid hugged him tightly against her, trying not to think
about tomorrow. “What would you like to do for your last night in the
twenty-first century?” She should have guessed what his reply would be.
    Strom ran a bath while she lit the candles. She hadn’t been
prepared for the beauty of him. Every muscled inch of him was perfect, and
tonight, for one night, he was hers. He stepped into the tub and Ingrid climbed
in behind him.
    “That’s cheating,” Strom’s voice rumbled low with amusement.
    She slid her legs around his hips and soaped his back with a
flannel. “Ingrid, I believe you have me at a disadvantage.”
    Her hand slid under the soapy water, caressing his hip and
abdomen until she found her target and he groaned with pleasure as she stroked
him. Her teeth nipped along his shoulder. She wanted to mark him, as he had
marked her, so that he could look in a mirror in the twenty-sixth century and
remember her like this, wet and slippery and about to ravish him. Her mouth
sucked hard on the tender skin of his shoulder and he drew a deep breath.
    “That attack deserves retaliation.” He twisted suddenly in
the water until they were face to face and her legs were around his waist. Her
nipples peaked and his mouth laved and suckled them until she was writhing
against the side of the tub.
    “Ingrid, if you don’t stop that I’m going to—”
    But it was too late for threats, lifting her hips, she
angled toward him and suddenly the tip of his engorged shaft was inside her.
    “Yes,” she moaned. Ingrid moved her hips, in an effort to
take more of him. He braced his strong hands on the edge of the bath and drove
into her. Ingrid raised her head, desperate for his mouth. In a desperate kiss,
lips clashed, teeth grazed and his thrusting tongue mimicked the rhythm of his
hips. Each downward stroke rubbed against her nub, maddening her. Ingrid’s
breath came fast and panting until she screamed her climax into his mouth.
    Strom felt her inner muscles spasm around him, driving him
to a frenzy of passion. His thrusts increased in speed, pounding into her as
she clung to him. A low moan erupted from him as he drew back one last time and
then arched his back, driving his full, hard length into her until she quivered
against him, breathless and sated.
    Ingrid nuzzled his damp chest. “I think we wrecked the
bathroom.”
    Strom looked around him at the destruction. Towels swam in
puddles of water. The shelf near the bath hung drunkenly down on one side,
scattering tissues and washcloths. More ominously, on top of the linen basket
was a packet of condoms.
    “Oh Ingrid, see what you’ve done to me. I said I would be
careful.” His lips brushed her forehead.
    “I’m on the Pill, don’t worry.”
    When the water cooled, they climbed out of the bath and
dried each other off before he carried her to bed. Strom gathered her against
him and finally they slept.
    It was almost midnight when hunger woke her. How on earth
had she forgotten about dinner? She was starving and it was a wonder that Strom
hadn’t complained before now. He was still asleep, his muscular chest rising
and falling steadily. She slipped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen.
It was too late to start cooking, but maybe she could bring some snacks back to
bed with her.
    As she searched the fridge, Ingrid’s eyes fell on Finn’s
purchases and her mouth curved in a smile. The viking was in for a little
surprise. Reaching