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much from the freezing wind buffeting my face—but Kári keeps moving. Given his steady, even breathing, carrying me doesn’t seem to be much of an exertion, and I marvel again at his strength. The one time Richard picked me up to carry me into his apartment, he was puffing within seconds and set me down as quickly as he could, practically dropping me. But then his muscles were nowhere near as developed as Kári’s, muscles currently pressing against my lower spine and the backs of my thighs, doing things to another part of my body upon which I’m trying damn hard not to dwell. So much for ending the improper fantasies….
    We come to an abrupt halt, and Kári adjusts his grip on me.
    “Can I look now?”
    “Wait.” He turns a little to the right. “Okay, open your eyes.”
    Holy…!
    The night is awash with color. Streaks of green interspersed with flashes of red snake their way across the star-clad sky. The light shimmers and sways, dancing like the flames in the fireplace, and it is without a doubt the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I nearly ask Kári to bring me my camera, but then I remember the rattle of broken glass and decide not to bother. I’ll come back and see this again one day. I can photograph it then. Besides, a photo—no matter how good—could never hope to capture the sense of wonder I feel as I stare upward.
    “You like it?” Kári’s voice is low, little more than a whisper.
    “It’s amazing.” I tear my gaze away from the sky to look at him. “And to think you can see this all the time. Do you ever get bored of it?”
    “Never. It is different every time. But we go back now. You must stay warm.”
    I almost beg him for a few more minutes, but I am starting to feel the chill, and the last thing I want is for him for decide I need to go straight to hospital after all.
    We return to the cabin, and Kári moves to set me back down on the sofa. In doing so, he leans over me, his face close to mine. I feel his warm breath against my cheek, and it blows away all rational thought and common sense from my mind. Before he can straighten, I fling my arm around his neck, pull him closer, and press my mouth to his.
    His lips are cracked and rough, no doubt from the amount of time he spends outside, but the slight abrasion as they rub against my softer skin is making me dizzy with lust. Either that or the concussion is finally catching up with me. I imagine how it would feel to have those lips brushing over my nipple, grazing my inner thigh, or—God help me!—wrapped around my cock. And as for his hair, it’s every bit as silky as I thought it would be when I sink my fingers into the soft strands.
    It’s only when Kári slides his tongue along my lower lip that I realize he’s not pushing me away. He’s not disgusted and fighting to get free—not that it would be much of a fight for him—but is actively kissing me back.
    I part my lips, more in surprise at the turn events have taken than in acquiescence to his wordless request, and a moment later his tongue is in my mouth, lapping, exploring. I’m not sure when it happened, but his arm is behind my back again, and he raises my torso, drawing me tight against his chest, deepening the kiss. And then I’m seeing stars. No, not stars—the Northern Lights. The green and red flashes burst like New Year’s Eve fireworks on the backs of my closed eyelids.
    When Kári releases me and pulls away, I can’t repress the whimper that escapes my lips. However, the way I’m gasping suggests it was time to stop and come up for air. He sits back on his heels, breathing heavily too. His face is flushed, the crimson in his cheeks only adding to the brightness of his eyes, and his hair is tousled where I raked my fingers through it.
    “Um…,” I offer, biting at my lower lip as I try to decide what to say.
    Should I apologize for jumping him, even though he seemed far from upset about the move, judging by his reaction? Do I compliment him on his