Letting Go Read Free

darkening
    the green of his eyes, feel the tension humming under his
    skin, feel that side of his personality she’d always fought
    surge. His gaze held hers, the blue more prominent than the
    green as it always was when he was aroused. “It’s risky
    business chal enging a man with my nature.”
    She feathered her fingers in the hair at the base of his
    neck. “Maybe I’ve just decided it’s time to see how much
    bite there is to your bark.”
    “Uh-huh. Know what happens to women who play with
    fire?”
    Her hips jostled against his as he walked to the
    bedroom, the soft cotton of her sweatpants doing nothing to
    protect her from the pressure against her clit. Desire
    sparkled through her blood. Excitement shortened her
    breath. She loved it when he went al macho on her. “Nope.”
    Marc stopped just inside the bedroom door, his gaze
    holding hers as he let her slide down his body, the hot
    length of his cock caressing the inside of her thighs until her toes touched the floor. Her held her there, suspended in his
    embrace, his cock notched between her legs, pressing
    against her through his jeans and her pants as he drawled,
    “Their husbands get to see how hot they can make them
    burn.”
    He let her go. She stumbled, caught between the king-
    size bed behind her and her husband in front, daring and
    dread rising with equal fervor.
    Of course, he saw. He touched her cheek. “What?”
    “Don’t let me ruin this.”
    He shook his head, the firm line of his mouth softening.
    “There’s no way you can ruin anything.”
    But she could fail. She grabbed his hand. “Promise me
    you’l just do it like we talked about.”
    He frowned. “I can’t promise that. Not if you’re not
    enjoying yourself.”
    “I might be uncomfortable at first, but I swear I’l enjoy it.”
    “Let’s see.”
    He took her hand in his, pul ing it behind his back, pul ing
    her into his arms. The touch of his lips on hers was firm
    when she’d expected soft, commanding when she’d
    expected reassurance, throwing her off balance. While she
    struggled to find the rhythm in the kiss, he caught both of
    her hands and moved them behind her back, anchoring
    them in one of his, keeping her helpless as his mouth took
    charge of hers. Fire streaked from her breasts, her thighs,
    her lips, leaping along her nerve endings, the feeling of
    helplessness feeding the flames.
    The zipper of her coat rasped louder than her heartbeat
    as he slid it down. His palm swal owed the smal mound of
    her breast, bare beneath her shirt because he’d requested
    it, pressing and massaging, stoking the burning ache,
    sending it deeper, and al she could do was stand there
    and take the pleasure he was giving her. The way he
    wanted. Oh God. Her knees buckled. It was so good.
    He caught her easily, holding her stil for more of his
    touch, his desire. The pinch of his thumb and forefinger on
    her nipple made her jump, except she couldn’t go
    anywhere, do anything. He was in charge. In complete
    control. Her lids fluttered open. He was staring down at her,
    the desire burning so brightly in her mirrored in the tight set of his expression. Along with that realization came another.
    He liked her like this. The knowledge settled deep, giving
    her the courage to lower her lids, lick her lips, and ask, “Is
    that al you’ve got?”
    His laugh was more sensual than amused; the answer
    he gave short and to the point. “Hardly.”
    The pressure on her nipple increased to the point of
    pain. His gaze never left hers as she waited, breath
    suspended in her chest, womb clenched expectantly,
    whether in hope or dread, she didn’t know. With a smal
    smile, he released her nipple and turned her around. Becky
    stood there, breath shuddering, adrenalin flowing for three
    uncomprehending seconds until he said, “Bend over.”
    And the conflagration started again, her mind racing
    ahead of her actions, picturing how she’d look to him, her
    hands braced on the bed, her rear