Asa Maria Bradley

“Can’t a girl wear something pretty without you getting ideas of bedding her?” Naya reached up, putting her hand behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss. She’d never get enough of touching him. Of trusting him.”
― Asa Maria Bradley, Viking Warrior Rising

“She swung her legs around his waist and crossed her ankles behind his back. “I like the way your mind works,” she panted before losing herself in the sensation of his hardness rubbing against her core. Lief took the few steps across the room to the bed in record time and flung her down on the covers. He leaned back to tear his clothes off. “My mind hardly works at all when you are near.” She chuckled leaning back on her elbows, enjoying the view of naked flesh being revealed. She rose up on her knees and traced the ridges on his chest and abdomen. As her fingers trailed down toward his proud shaft, he captured her wrists.

“Be careful.” He smiled down at her. “I’m loaded and might go off any minute.”

She laughed. “You’ve been watching too many old Western movies with Harold.”
― Asa Maria Bradley, Viking Warrior Rising