Shoot Out (The Baltimore Banners Book 7) Read Free

feminine hips, slightly round, tapering down to long toned legs. The flesh of her body glowed with a warm tan, honey and gold.
    He reached down with one hand and dragged his fingers up her leg, slowly, teasing, dipping behind to caress the sensitive flesh at the back of her knee. Her body arched and she gasped, the sound small and breathy. Mat swallowed his own groan and continued dragging his finger up her leg, gently tracing the lines of the tattoo that covered the top of her left thigh. A fairytale castle protected by a dragon, surrounded by flowers, boldly colored.
    He didn't waste time looking, not when his focus was elsewhere. Higher up, there at the juncture of her thighs. Completely smooth and bare, the soft skin there as tanned as the rest of her body.
    He dragged his hand up, his palm covering her heated skin for just a second before he slid his finger along the delicate folds. Nicole's hips arched up, her legs dropping to the sides, opening her to his gaze, his touch.
    Mat traced the soft opening with the tip of his finger, back and forth, her flesh damp and hot. He reached behind him and grabbed her right ankle with his free hand, bending her leg and moving it further to the side, opening her even more. She moaned, reaching out with one hand before it curled around air and dropped to the mattress beside her. Her eyes were closed, her head turned to the side, her teeth pulling at her lower lip. He stroked her again, sliding the tip of his finger inside until it disappeared into the rosy flesh. Wet. Hot. Welcoming.
    In. Out. In once more as her hips tilted higher, searching. He grabbed her, holding her still as he lowered his mouth to her.
    Fuck, she was so wet. Sweet. He ran his tongue along her clit, teasing the sensitive flesh until her moans became louder, her breathing harsher. He reached up with one hand, spreading her moist flesh, holding her open, giving him more. His other hand drifted up to one full breast, kneading and squeezing as he feasted on her.
    Her hand drifted up from the mattress, her fingers tangling in his hair as her hips thrust against his mouth. Her moans drifted off, becoming whimpers mixed with words that made no sense. Then her breathing stopped and her body tensed under his touch, her back arching as she held herself above the mattress.
    And screamed his name with her release.
    The noise startled him and he pulled back, but only for a split second before he grinned. A cocky, satisfied grin that he quickly hid by kissing the inside of Nicole's thigh. Her fingers dug into his hair, tugging then releasing as tremors racked her body.
    Mat slid off the bed, quickly removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor before pushing his shorts and briefs down and stepping out of them. He leaned over and pulled his wallet out, grabbing the foil packets he had tucked inside earlier, then tossed the wallet on the pile of clothes. Condoms securely in hand, he climbed back on the bed and stretched out beside Nicole, tossing the foil packets next to the pillow as he watched her body slowly relax.
    She was beautiful, but not in a calendar or lingerie model kind of way. Her body was lean but full, supple yet firm. Healthy golden skin stretched over muscle and curves, soft and hard all at the same time. Her hair fanned around her, the long lengths tangled on the pillow. Mat reached out, fingering the thick strands. Soft and smooth, vibrant, almost alive as they curled around his finger. Nicole shifted, her head turning toward him as her lids fluttered open. Her gaze was warm, slightly dazed as she looked at him, a small smile teasing the corners of her full mouth.
    Her tongue darted out, a soft peek of pink running across her bottom lip. She rolled to her side and propped her head in her hand, still smiling at him. "Wow."
    Mat grinned. "Wow, huh?"
    "Definitely."
    He reached out and ran a finger along her collarbone then down, tracing the bold colorful lines of the partial sleeve tattooed on her left arm.