The word came out as a squeak, a mortifying sound that warned her she’d misplaced her backbone sometime between last night and now.More mortifying, however, was her desire for that very thing. One more night. Granted, her Viking had been a temporary adventure to begin with. She’d known she had him for at most a handful of days and nights, but she wasn’t ready yet to part ways with him. The adventure had been too short—and the man too sweet.He’d been so much more than she’d expected.Still, setting rules was wise. He was, after all, a Viking. He’d take anything not locked up. “Tomorrow I’m free.”He shrugged carelessly. “Yeah. Unless I decide to keep you.”He was a barbarian. Her fingers tightened on the seat. “You can’t do that.” He smiled, a slow, mean grin. “Of course I can.” “We had a bargain.”“We sure do.” He moved lightning quick, getting a hand inside her pants. A finger tucked against her in an intimate, carnal invasion. She was sore from last night, but the soreness made her more aware.
