Delly's Last Night (Go Get 'Em Women) Read Free Page A

inch of waistband intact. The sheered cloth flapped to either side of her legs, leaving them essentially bare, and exposing her hipbones and the taut flesh over them exposed. But there was still a four inch panel of the stretch fabric across her pussy.
    The touch of air on her superheated flesh seemed to emphasize the places where the soft cotton pressed against her. She was extremely conscious of the material against her mons, the minute movements of fabric against skin as she wriggled. It was the most erotic sensation she had ever experienced.
    The wriggling was involuntary—a reaction to the sensations bombarding her, and the closeness of Neal Cadogan’s mouth to her throbbing clitoris.
    She clamped her jaw shut against the moan that built in her.
    Cadogan was watching her with his all-seeing eyes. Without looking, he stripped her feet of their shoes and socks. His long fingers slid along the fleshy channels between her toes, and this time her gasp was audible. The sensations provoked by that single caress were intense. She had not known her toes could be that sensitive!
    Cadogan nodded as if her gasp had confirmed something for him. His eyes were unwavering, holding her gaze to him, as his fingers caressed her ankle. Just one. The left ankle.
    He finally dropped his gaze as his hand circled her ankle, and lifted it to his mouth. He kissed the flesh there, and his hot tongue slid across the surface, making her shiver.
    He slowly nibbled, sucked and kissed his way up along the length of her shin, to her knee, where he spent a long moment teasing and licking the inner knee, before slowly moving upwards, along her thigh.
    His thick black hair was brushing the flesh just above the place where his mouth worked, a ghostly preview of what was to come.
    By the time he reached the valley between hip and thigh, she was trembling and panting. She refused to make any sounds that would encourage him further, but her body spoke the truth, just as he had seen.
    For one endless, spinning moment his tongue swirled over the flesh of her hip. Then it was gone, leaving her shuddering in the aftermath of ripples slithering through her body.
    He leaned back on his heels, studying her. “Say ‘no’ again, Delly.” His eyes were widely dilated, and his voice was a rough bur.
    An after-shock touched her. He was as affected as she.
    “Take your shirt off,” she said. If her trembling and breathing had not betrayed her, her voice now did. It was deeper, rough with excitement.
    He slid the buttons undone and threw the shirt aside. She stared at his chest, the well defined abs and the hard-worked shoulder muscles, all softly touched by the sun and marvelled. Neal Cadogan was a physical man. Who’d have thought?
    All the amusement had vanished from his expression. His eyes narrowed, the long black lashes hiding the predatory stare, as he picked up her other ankle and began to sup upon her.
    Delly had not thought this second journey could possibly affect her more than the novelty of the first. But now, there was anticipation. She found herself tensing, waiting for the touch of his lips, the teasing brush of his teeth, the hot soft slide of his tongue and the phantom touch of his hair and fingertips as he climbed his way to her hip. By the time his tongue swept over the protruding bone, causing her pelvis to thrust forward with an explicit, inviting jut, she was crazy withthe need to have him, now .
    It was all she could focus upon. All she wanted was for him to thrust his cock inside her, ram himself into her with abandon. She wanted to be taken in the most primordial way possible.
    She hung from the handcuffs, beggared by need. “Please.   Please,” she whispered.
    His hands gripped the band at her hips and tugged. The remnants of her pants were torn from her in one swift rent.
    “Let me loose,” she said. “I can’t have you, not like this....”
    He smiled up at her. “That’s right,” he agreed and he cupped her buttocks. The smile