Broken Dreams (Franklin Blues #2) Read Free Page B

him, but his body would break if I did that, so I push him down on the couch. I sit on top on him and straddle him.
    “Damn you Lance Underwood, I was doing so good at keeping my distance, but you had to go and get all sexy, tempting me with something I’m not sure I can say no to.” With that last statement I crash my lips onto his. Everything about this kiss is passionate with just a hint of desperation. I grab onto his shirt, trying to bring him closer even though we are as close as humanly possible. His hands are everywhere, in my hair as he grabs fists full, my hips, causing me to grind on top of him, and even my ass to keep the movement going. I can feel his hardness growing beneath me and it only fuels my passion for him even more. It’s like we are fused together at the mouth, and I’m completely okay with that.
    As he starts to take my shirt off and there’s a knock at the door. We look at each other like two teenagers who have been caught making out by their parents.
    “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll get rid of whoever is at the door, and then we are going to finish what we started. I know that if you think too much you are going to back out, so don’t think, just sit there looking all sexy, because when I come back, I’m going to make you mine.”
    He walks away, and I sit here, thinking he’s right. I can hear him talking but not enough to make out the words or who he is talking to, and I start to rethink everything. I start to get up off the couch when I hear him come back.
    “Now, where do you think you’re going Babe? Do you remember me telling you not to move from your spot on that couch until I got back?” I stand there and look at him, not sure what he wants to hear from me so I stare at him like an idiot. Next thing I know, he’s right up on me and we’re nose to nose as he stares at me intently with those big brown eyes of his. I have to look up to be able to look into his eyes, and he leans down like he’s going to kiss me, but instead, I feel his hands slide down my waist, across my ass, and then he’s lifting me up, giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.
    “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t you think we should talk about what happened? Plus, you should be wearing your sling. You need to put me down.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth he attaches his lips to mine in a scorching kiss, a kiss so powerful it takes my breath away, and if I were standing up it would have made my knees weak.
    “Does that answer any questions you have? I’m fine without my sling on, and you are not hurting my shoulder at all. No, we don’t need to talk, we’ve been talking for the past two weeks and I’m tired of it. We both want this and we are both going to get exactly what we want.”
    I didn’t even notice that we had made it to his room; that is until he throws me on the bed. He comes up between my bent legs and reconnects our mouths. I will never get tired of kissing this man. His hands start to travel down my body until they reach the hem of my shirt. He releases my mouth and stares at me as he starts to lift my shirt.
    I tense my body as he pulls my shirt up to my breast, his fingers skimming over my already erect nipple. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. He leans back in, and with a smile, starts to kiss his way over my jaw, down my neck to my chest. I hold my breath as he latches onto my nipple through my bra. There’s a fire between my legs and I catch myself grinding against him. Without taking his mouth from me, he runs his hands down my arms, lifting them above my head. He captures both of my wrists in one big hand as he uses the other hand to finish disposing of my shirt. Lance then flicks the front snap of my bra and pushes it from my shoulders. Lifting his head, he lets my nipple slide out of his mouth, his teeth gently biting down.
    “Lance...” I start to say.
    “Shh Baby, I need to taste you,” he says as he kisses his way down my