Transfixed by what she saw in the mirror, she watched him make love to her neck without touching her. Air from his nostrils and the warmth of his breath triggered a carnal firestorm inside her.
“Right here,” he growled a split second before his tongue snaked and flicked a spot below her ear.
Summer’s reaction was instant. She trembled and gave an involuntary whimper. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t really touching her. Her body reacted to the suggestion.
His lips hovered close as he moved to the end of her shoulder. He blew on her skin, and just as she had before, Summer trembled. She was aware of her body in a way she had never been before.
She watched him step back and give her rear view a long, intense look. A hand stroked the curve of one butt cheek. Right on cue, the quivering started.
When he bent slightly and she felt his fingers tickle the back of her knee, Summer’s legs nearly buckled.
Arnie grunted. His pleasure over her response was obvious. “And here,” he drawled in a voice thick with desire. For her.
“You told me as a gymnast and dancer, you had to feel your body in space. Look at the reflection, Summer. Find yourself and take a deep breath.”
The air caught in her throat when she saw him take the blindfold from his pocket. A wave of excitement hit her like the pounding surf on a stormy day.
Looking down, she saw her feet and squished her toes in the carpet as a way to mentally ground her body.
In the mirror, her eyes scanned the surroundings. She memorized what she could, including the presence of a very large object in a white robe standing behind her.
She met his eyes. He didn’t ask if she was ready—he didn’t need to; her eagerness was as plain as day.
The satiny eye mask slid into place and robbed her of the sense of sight. Her hands reached up and felt it on her face. A shudder ran through her when he adjusted the strap and feathered hair behind both her ears.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect,” she answered in a breathless whisper. Her head turned in his direction. “Thank you.”
The thanks was unnecessary, but she wanted to acknowledge her surrender. She trusted him to take care of her.
His hands were on her waist. “Are you okay if I let go?”
She inhaled deeply and blew it out. Nodding, she rested her hands, palms down, on her thighs. It was a familiar start position, whether her eyes were open or not.
Not sure what was coming next, she flinched slightly after detecting a whoosh and feeling something drop on the floor next to her feet.
Arnie’s robe?
Ohh, he really was a devil! By waiting till she was sightless to reveal his amazing body, she was forced to conjure up a visual from memory.
Yep, yep, yep. She was definitely going to remember this maneuver should the tables ever turn. The idea of blindfolding the sexy Viking and maybe strapping him to a chair proved momentarily entertaining—until his touch made her senses go berserk.
“Sensory play, lesson one.” His voice was rich and deep. “Skin is the body’s largest organ. It’s filled with tiny nerve endings that can detect hot, cold, pain, and pressure. Fun fact,” he growled. “The female clitoris contains eight thousand nerves in the tip alone. Just thought I’d interject that now, so I won’t have to stop later and explain why blowing on a wet clit feels so good.”
Holy shit. His words triggered an explosion in her core.
“Um, Arnie?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you, uh, just say you were gonna blow-dry my clit?”
“I did.”
The clarification made her giddy. Even the stuff that wasn’t intended to be funny was hilarious.
She grinned and murmured, “Okay. Just checking. Continue.”
“Are you an interrupter? Is that how this goes? It’s fine.” He sniggered. “But interrupting makes it harder to pull off a sexy man vibe.”
Sexy man vibe? She snorted and almost immediately lost her balance. “Whoa.”
His hands settled on her waist again to steady her. “We’ll never get to the fun stuff if you don’t make some sort of effort to behave.”
“It’s your fault,” she pointed out.
“It’s my fault that you laugh at almost everything?”
“That’s the story I’m sticking to,” she replied.
“As I was saying,” her instructor drawled. “Taking away one sense—such as sight—heightens awareness. Your skin is on high alert while you anticipate what’s next.”
Summer steadied herself as he let go of her waist. She didn’t like it when it was quiet, and he wasn’t touching her. It