#2 Dangerous Games by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

that way, Clint. If you didn't notice earlier, I already have a lover. Why would I need you?"
    Craig wasn't her lover. It was a role they played, nothing more.
    Clint laughed at her declaration. "He's never touched you." He shook his head knowingly. "He's never tied you down and driven you crazy with his touch. He's never spanked that tight little ass or fucked it. I'd bet my life on it."
    Morganna felt her face flame, first with embarrassment, then with a need that bordered on violence. The image of her strapped to the bed in that room as Clint did all those things to her had her nearly climaxing in anticipation.
    "God, your nipples just spiked beneath that shirt you're wearing," he said, staring. "You want it, baby.
    And you'll get it. But I'll get what I want first."
    "Not in this lifetime," she snapped, turning and heading for the door. "Take your threats and shove them-"
    She made it to the door; her hand even gripped the knob a second before a hard, forceful body pinned Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    her against the metal panel. Her breath slammed from her chest at the feel of his erection pressing into her lower back, the sound of his breathing, hard and rough at her ear.
    "You think you're just going to walk out of here?" His hands gripped her wrists, forcing them above her head until he could grip both with his long fingers.
    "Stop this, Clint."
    "Not on your life, Morganna," his voice rumbled at her ear a second before his teeth gripped the lobe with a heated little nip.
    What his teeth were doing was nothing compared to where his other hand had moved. To her thigh. He was pushing her skirt above her legs, his palm sliding over sensitive flesh until it cupped the hot, damp core weeping with need.
    "Damn, you're soaking wet." His voice was almost a groan as she whimpered, pressing her head into the door and fighting for control. "You like to push me, don't you? How many years have you been doing this, Morganna? Pushing me, growing wet and hot every time we've fought? Almost as wet as I am hard.
    You've been making my dick hard for nearly ten years now."
    His fingers were burrowing beneath the elastic of her panties, uncaring when it snapped from the force.
    Morganna didn't care, either. Using one foot between hers, he forced her legs wider as his fingers moved to the saturated folds of flesh he found there.
    Bare, smooth, recently waxed, every sensitive cell of her flesh shouted in pleasure as his fingers ran through the narrow slit, circled her swollen clit, then slid back to the aching entrance of her vagina.
    She arched against him, frantic now as pleasure seared her nerve endings. It would take so little to bring release, a release that she knew for a while would ease the aching knot of hunger that burned for him.
    "So sweet and hot," he whispered, his mouth moving to the sensitive cord- of her neck as his fingers massaged the small opening, encouraging the wet heat to flow harder from her core. "I bet you could come so easy for me, couldn't you, baby? One hard thrust inside that tight little pussy and you'd explode like the Fourth of July. Do you want to explode, sweetheart?"
    She did. Oh God, she did. She needed to. If she didn't, she was going to die. She panted in anticipation as she felt his fingers move again, felt the touch of not one fingertip against her entrance but two. Oh yes, she was going to come so hard. Just one thrust. One hard, searing thrust and the hunger would be quenched.
    But he didn't thrust hard. He eased in. Morganna heard her own shattered cry as she felt the slow, heated stretching of her pussy, felt his fingers working into her with practiced, diabolical skill.
    "God, you feel like silk. Hot, slick silk, Morganna."
    He continued to ease inside, filling her, burning her, driving the heat higher, hotter, but never stilling the flames.
    "Please ..." She couldn't still the weak plea as he filled her, felt his fingers crooking a second before