Sudden Legacy by Kristy Phillips Read Free Book Online

husky, and he smiled wickedly as he hooked his index finger in the band of my sole remaining garment. He eased them down my legs, eventually ending up once again in a kneeling position, my panties pooled around my ankles, and his face level with my sex. I felt very exposed and vulnerable, but excited at the same time.
    He looked up at me as he ran his warm hand around my calf and applied a gentle pressure to the back of my knee, urging me to lift my foot. I did as encouraged, stepping out of my panties. He repeated the caress on my other leg, with identical results. He knew exactly what he was doing. Each singular touch left the rest of me craving his attention. I was literally quaking with the want of him. I gasped as he ran his fingers lightly over the close clipped hair at the juncture of my thighs. His hand continued upward, splaying over the expanse of my abdomen, up between my breasts, stopping just at my sternum and pressing me backwards. My equilibrium shifted and I allowed my knees to buckle against the edge of the bed causing me to fall back onto the mattress.
    Julien loomed over me, still not touching me as I wanted him to. I could feel his eyes wandering all over my body like a caress. He locked eyes with me, deliberately holding my gaze as he hooked a hand behind my knee and dragged it a few inches to the side. He did the same with my other leg, opening my legs wide enough for him to stand between them. I could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric of his pajama bottoms. God I want him. I need him. His wicked smile was back as he guessed my line of vision.
    Bracing himself with his arms, he was careful not to touch me. Leaning in, he ran his nose softly over my shoulder and breast, pausing to take my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the taut flesh with a whisper light touch. It was torture. I wanted him to suckle hard and deep. I wanted him to press himself roughly against me - in me - but he just continued with his butterfly touch, making his way down my body until he was once again kneeling before me, this time between my legs.
    I clutched the sheets tightly in my fists as I felt his hot breath at the apex of my thighs. When his tongue followed his breath it was almost too much to bear. At first it was more of the maddening half touches. Ghostly flicks of his tongue across my sensitive flesh. I writhed around on the bed, raising my hips in a futile attempt to connect with him in a more solid way, all to no avail. Every time I thrust forward, he backed away, keeping the same light pressure on my sex.
    Just as I was about to scream out in frustration, he showed me mercy, slamming into me and burying himself to the hilt. It was as if he’d pushed a detonator. I exploded around him in a climax so violent it woke me. I sat straight up like a bolt, noting I was tangled in my twisted sheets and my ratty pajamas were bunched and twisted around my trunk and legs in a sweaty, one hundred percent cotton, anaconda imitation.
    I glanced at the clock in an attempt to orient myself. 3:39. I kicked out of my bedding and pulled angrily at my pajamas. My heart was still pounding and I noted with annoyance a dampness in my underpants. Humiliating proof of my arousal, and the power this man held over me even still, after all this time.

    I awoke the next morning surprised to note the time as 9:34. How had I slept in so late? Alex usually woke me around 7:00 rain or shine. I listened carefully for sounds of life below stairs. I could hear muted thumps and movement from the kitchen, and a familiar scent was wafting up the stairs.
    Ten minutes later I stood in front of the bathroom mirror trying to look at myself objectively. I had put on my favorite pair of jeans – the ones that hugged me in all the right places and showcased my butt to the fullest. For a top I had decided on a snug fitting lavender colored Henley shirt. I didn’t usually wear much make-up, and I didn’t want to seem like I