A Glimpse of Fire by Debbi Rawlins Read Free Book Online Page B

whispered, his mouth so close to her ear that his warm breath sent a shiver down her spine.
    “I’ll admit this is nice.” She turned her head toward him, knowing exactly what would happen.
    His lips brushed hers lightly, a teasing swipe that left her wanting more. She angled toward him, resting her palm on his thigh. She heard his sharp intake of breath and realized just how high up she’d placed her hand. Resisting the urge to jerk back, she pressed her lips harder against his.
    He ran the tip of his tongue across the seam of her lips until she opened to him. She heard voices along the path, someone giggling, but she didn’t care. Her pulse raced with every swipe he took with his tongue, exploring the fleshy inside of her mouth, leisurely tracing her teeth.
    Heat spread through her chest and up her neck. And then the warmth flooded her belly, spiraled lower, until she had to squeeze her thighs together.
    Eric moved his hand to her waist, his fingers probing her bare skin where her shirt ended. She sucked in a breath as he explored her belly and then moved his hand higher so that he cupped the underside of her breast.
    The driver started to whistle an unfamiliar tune. He hadn’t turned around and seen them, she was relatively certain, but the reminder that they were out in public put a damper on her excitement.
    Eric obviously sensed her retreat and stilled his hand. He broke the kiss and pulled back to look at her. She couldn’t see his face very well. It seemed to have gotten dark so quickly.
    “Something wrong?” he asked, his fingers idly stroking her skin.
    “Other than the fact that we’re in the middle of Central Park acting like two hormonal teenagers, no.” She snarled. “Nothing’s wrong.”
    “It’s too dusky. No one saw anything other than us kissing.”
    She shifted so that his hand fell away from her belly.
    “Tell you what, let’s use the blanket.” He reached behind him and brought out the small stadium-style blanket that had been left on the seat.
    “It’s too warm for a blanket.”
    “Exactly.” He shook it out. “So why else do you think the driver left it.”
    She laughed. “He did not.”
    “Ask him.”
    “Right.”
    He laid the blanket across their laps. “Trust me. We aren’t the first couple to neck in Central Park.”
    “I’ve always had a problem with the term ‘trust me.’”
    The carriage ran over a small bump and she fell against him.
    “Sorry, folks,” the driver muttered half over his shoulder without turning around.
    Eric slid both his arms around her and brought her back against his chest. “Isn’t that more comfortable?”
    “It would be if I could—” She gasped as his hands moved up to cup her breasts. She leaned her head back and he kissed the side of her neck.
    He inhaled deeply and whispered, “You smell good.” He kissed her neck again, trailing his tongue to the area just below her ear. “You taste good.”
    She turned her head so that their lips met and slipped a hand between his thighs. Something he clearly hadn’t expected. But wasted no time in using to his advantage.
    He shifted his hips, and her palm slid against his bulging fly. His hardness startled her. Excited her. Empowered her. She twisted toward him, deepening the kiss, letting him slide his hand underneath her shirt. He reached her bra and worked his fingers inside, gently stroking the sensitive flesh around her nipple.
    With her free hand she clutched the blanket to her chest. Not just for privacy but because he was making her crazy. What was she doing? She’d only met him last night. This wasn’t her style.
    She breathed in deeply. This was her fantasy, she reminded herself. She wasn’t hurting anyone. In fact, it had been a long time since she’d felt this good. Felt the uncontrollable burning in her belly. Felt like saying screw everything and dragging him down to the grass.
    He took her nipple between his fingers and she whimpered softly. He smothered the sound with his