AllFreeNovel
Share Us
How was a woman to resist?
She did not even have to do it as a stubble-lined mouth pressed on her neck as her lashes drifted down with the sensation of his touch. Her frame glued to him and only now did she realise that her night rail had bunched around her hips.
“I have a doubt,” he murmured, nuzzling behind her ear.
“What is it?” she answered in a threadbare tone as that mouth of his would not stay still.
“You knew what was to come down in the pantry.” The drawl landed on her throat.
The way she exploded, which only he could deflagrate in her. “What of that?” she asked with a sense she had been discovered.
His hand roamed the cotton driving her to a madness of want. “Did someone do it to you?” The question brought a hard look to his eyes even though his hand continued as seductive as ever.
“It’s none of your business,” the man aimed to occupy every corner of her life and he would if she let him.
His fingers rolled her nipple extracting a moan from her. “Answer me,” he demanded.
“I just did. None of your damned business!” she tried to sound firm, but merely managed to sound melted.
His teeth nibbled her ear while the hand headed down. “You did it to yourself, then.” He surmised correctly, darn him!
The heat on her skin came from his uncovering of her secret as much as for his large hand reaching the cluster of hair between her legs. And then the heat migrated there. Unbidden, her thighs slacked giving him room to explore further.
“Who do you think about when you’re at it?” he asked on her shoulder.
That was a state secret she would not reveal even if he… His fingers found the swollen button.
Unable to suppress the keen sound that escaped her mouth, she rummaged for an answer. “It’s none—”
“It is now,” he drawled as he teased the poor thing in the centre of her.
So, it would be his business, would it?
“Not answering you,” she warned in a tortured tone.
“Oh, yes, you are,” he rasped and rubbed his stubble on her breast through the fabric.
Blast him!
His spine arched with a ragged groan.
“Who?” he reiterated, his voice muffled by the cotton.
“To the devil with you!” she swore as the sensation escalated.
He flicked the button down below that seemed to swim in her wetness.
“What does he do to you in your fantasies,” he changed tactics as his fingers pressed harder.
Exactly what he was doing to her. Except it was all reality this time. The deed and the man.
“This,” she answered without meaning to do it.
He tortured the unfortunate nubbin further. “And the man who does ‘this’?”
His horribly well-shaped mouth hovered over hers, tantalising her with a kiss that never came.
But her centre was on the verge of finding happiness as her hips moved to help that paradise
