Taken (Second Sight) Read Free

that last barrier falls.” He paused and looked into her eyes. “You’ll finally know how much I love you.”  
    Then his mouth engulfed hers.

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    For a split second, Mac had truly thought Isabelle would read him and, to his surprise, he’d had a moment of doubt. Though he craved the reading, wanted her to be free of the gloves, he couldn’t know how she would react to the memory of Lynn–and how Ben’s plan played into his darkest fears.  
    But then the opportunity had slipped away and, as disappointment and relief mingled, the nearness of her was too much. He captured her mouth in a bittersweet fervor that demanded her lips respond. She had been so close to reading him–had almost done it. Mac knew she wanted it, but now, in her lips, he felt it too. They throbbed under his, pulsing with life. Their warm press slid sensually across his, parting quickly, the invitation impossible to misread. His tongue plunged into her, stroked her mouth repeatedly, and claimed it as his.
    Isabelle sucked him inward and Mac found his chest pressing into hers, his hands still wrapped around the wrists over her head. He pressed forward, tilting his head one way and then the other, his kiss voracious, unrelenting, and his appetite for her only growing.
    Slow down , he told himself. Not so hard.
    But the pent-up anger at the risk Isabelle had offered to take–a prospect he couldn’t even consider –only drove him harder. He kissed her deeply, absorbing her very essence, and demanding that she offer more. In response, her lithe body arched into him. Though he left one hand covering both her wrists, his other quickly moved to the small of her back and crushed her to him. Her pelvis pulsed under his hand and her abdomen ground directly on his growing arousal. The connection was electric, a surging jolt that immediately stiffened him.

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    Whatever Isabelle had released in Mac she didn’t know but she struggled to keep up. Over and over his lips devoured hers, savage in their intensity. His tongue thrust so deeply her jaw had to drop and, though she dragged in air through her nostrils, her lungs burned.  
    Mac was on fire and Isabelle didn’t know what to think.
    But without thought, her body responded to his, desperate for the intimacy she’d just denied them. She’d wanted to read him, even needed it, but the risk of losing him…
    Mac’s arousal jabbed into her abdomen and he ground it against her, pinning her hips to the wall. His powerful frame towered over her, his mounded pecs straining inside the buttoned shirt and pressing into her. Blood pounded in her ears and her lungs felt as though they might burst as she writhed against him.  
    He let go of her wrists so quickly that it took a few moments for her to realize it but, as she did, she felt him tugging the zipper at the back of her dress down. Though her hands moved to his tie, she felt the zipper catch. Without hesitation, Mac’s arms bulged at her sides and he ripped the dress open. Isabelle gasped in shock as their mouths separated. Her chest heaved as she watched Mac tear the shoulder straps and drag the torn fabric over her hips and down to the floor, along with her panties. The bra was next and in moments it dangled from her elbow because, stunned, she still held onto his tie. In one smooth move, Mac leaned into her, swung her up into his arms, and strode toward the bedroom.  

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    Only when Mac tossed Isabelle onto the bed did she let go of his tie. He immediately ripped the damn thing off and threw it across the room. As he looked at her naked on the comforter, her soft flesh vulnerable, her swollen lips parted in shock, his arousal painfully throbbed.  
    He ripped his shirt open, buttons flying in every direction, pinging off the wall as Isabelle’s amber eyes widened. The belt, pants and briefs were next and he flung them to the floor. With Isabelle on the pill, Mac didn’t pause for the