And then there was the undeniable fact that kissing Ingrid was one hell of a lot of fun. Before he knew it, his hands had slipped under the spread wings of her sweater to cradle her breasts. Large and heavy in his hands, he tested their wonderful heft, stroking her through the sheer blue satin.
“Mmmm.” Ingrid’s breath sighed into his mouth, and her hands came around his back, giving his butt-cheeks a healthy squeeze. “Do you mind?”
“Mind what?”
“That I’m taller than you? Lots of men do.”
“Lots of men,” he said, slipping her sweater off her shoulders, “will find a way to f**k up any situation. Good God. Only my gender could look at a woman like you and then look for an excuse to criticize the fact that you’re a sexy, modern-day Freyja.”
Her lips curved. “Freyja? You know Norse mytholog
