A Case of Love by Wendy Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

slit under the satin and he slid gently against it, pushing the satin into her wet flesh, using it to caress the hard bump he could feel under it. She groaned, her hands digging into his arm, her fingers grasping his wrist as if she weren't sure she wanted him to continue or not. Her hips moved, jerking against his hand, unable to stop as he pleasured her.
    A low moan escaped her lips, her eyes half closed as she looked at him. “Please,” she whispered, her thighs spreading further, begging for him to give her more.
    She was so close, her body jerking and shivering as he brought her closer to climax. He pulled aside the satin, dipping his finger into the heat of her, finally feeling her passionate wetness.
    "Hawk,” she gasped, her hand digging into his wrist, her eyes going wide as she felt the first contractions of pleasure.
    Her thighs pressed together, holding him to her, her body tightening under his caressing hand. An explosion of joy shot through her, and she threw her head back against the pillow.
    Gideon watched her pleasure feeling the ache of his own desire. She was so beautiful, even with her curls mussed and sleep matted. He felt her relax under his hand, her body going limp in release. Slowly pulling his hand away, he reached for the waist band of her panties, readying to pull them off of her.
    The sound of his cell phone ringing made him pause. He listened to the ring, groaning when he realized he had to answer it.
    "I'm sorry, Mac,” he sighed. “You don't know how sorry I am."
    She chuckled, the sound soft and sighing as if she were still riding the high of her climax.
    Gideon glanced back, watching her as she opened her eyes, the amber gleam lambent against her tawny skin. Sighing heavily, he reached for his shirt, plucking his cell phone out of the pocket. Glancing at the screen, he hit the talk button. “This had better be good,” he snarled.
    He felt the bed shift and was surprised to feel long, soft fingers traveling across his back, gliding over his shoulders and down his arms. He almost moaned into the phone when he felt her lips against his throat, her breasts pressing into his back. “What was that?"
    Her laugh was low and husky and sent chills down his spine. He closed his eyes on a curse, listening to the person on the other end of his phone with a growl of pissed off. “Yeah, I got it. I'll be there.” He slammed his phone shut, dropping it on the bed beside him before half turning and grabbing her, dragging her across his lap until he could find her lips. “You teasing little minx,” he growled, slanting his lips across hers.
    The kiss was hot, intense and smoldering. He kissed her with every bit of desire he felt, finally dropping her back on the bed as he reached for his shirt.
    He pulled it on, hearing her breathing heavy behind him. Standing, he shoved his shirt into his jeans, tucking in his hard cock as well and carefully zipping up the denim. He turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw the picture she made, sprawled against the soft comforter, wearing nothing but the bright red panties which were darker at the crotch.
    "Dinner,” he growled. “Tonight. I'll be here at seven to pick you up."
    Mac nodded, her eyes never leaving him as he leaned down and picked up his shoes, pulling them on and tying them. He leaned over her, kissing her one last time, his hand cupping her breast and squeezing gently before he turned and walked out of the room.
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    Kenzie watched him walk out of the room, her body singing from his caresses, her mind swimming with everything she'd experienced this morning. She checked her alarm clock, sighing as she realized she had to get up also if she didn't want to be late for work.
    The shower felt good, the water running down her body, the heat beating into her skin. She washed quickly, singing off key any song that came to mind. By the time she was clean, her hair brushed and finally dressed, she had about fifteen minutes to get across town to work.
    She