A Haunted Heart by Kristi Pelton Read Free Book Online Page B

to me with her head on my thighs.
    I might be on strict orders not to stick my dick in her but that didn’t mean I couldn’t give her something to enjoy. I’d do my best to maneuver around the assistant director’s orders.
    She rested her knees against the back of the swing looking up at me.
    I kept swinging us and could feel my muscles tighten beneath her head every time I pushed us forward. Her smell continued to infiltrate my senses and begged me to touch her.
    “Think you’ll ever tell me about your parents?” she asked.
    She stared up at me and I swallowed hard knowing there would be no truth to my words.  
    “Someday,” I lied sifting my fingers through her hair. “You are beautiful, Anna.”
    As I watched her nervously squirm, she found discomfort with my compliment and attempted to sit up, but I held her securely in place.
    “Don’t go.”
    She shivered with the sudden cool breeze.
    “Why is that hard for you to hear?” I asked, drawing the back of my finger down her face.
    My stare was meant to intimidate—I wanted an answer.
    “I haven’t felt beautiful for so long. I’ve felt vacant…void and empty. When you kissed me the other night, Adam, it’s as if my body resuscitated.”
    My chest rose and fell with a deep breath.
    She continued, “That’s why I like being with you. You make me feel beautiful and wanted again.” Her chin quivered. If she only knew how wanted she was by so many.
    In one swift movement, I wrapped her fully and brought her up for a kiss—her lips tasted mine; her tongue peeked out touching my lip, then retreated again.
    “Let me make you feel beautiful. Allow me to touch you and love you tonight. I want to make you want to live,” I whispered.
    My words were the gentlest I’d ever spoken before. I wasn’t sure where they even came from, but she sucked in a slight gasp of air.
    I brushed a tender kiss over her forehead. “Anna. If you say stop, we stop. Period. I know you’re scared.  But trust me.”
    Courage percolated in my blood as it raced to my groin. Never, and I mean never, had I planned to do such a thing to a woman. When I stared into her paralyzing gaze, doubt diminished from every shred of me. And as my fingers traced over her brows and raked into her chestnut hair, I trapped her head and brought her lips up to mine once again. 
    Her ravenous kiss tested no waters…it was full of passion and a raw want that I’d never experienced. Our wet tongues swayed together in sync and this time when I elicited a whimper from her, she never slowed, only continued the soft assault on my mouth.
    Unsure of what I was doing, I slowed the kiss and rested her head once again in my lap.
    “I want to see your face. Your expression when I touch you. Is that ok?”
    Hopefully, she understood that I would only be touching her. Hopefully, she found comfort in that. Hopefully, this one time would be enough for her to move forward without me.
    With one finger, I delicately sketched over the skin at the base of her neck. With every slow zigzag across, my finger crept lower until I was outlining the swells of her breasts. Her nipples poked through the thin sundress and a slight moan scratched up her throat.
    “Jesus, Anna.”
    My hands moved over her pale skin then slid beneath her dress, beneath her bra and easily covered her small breast. Once I found her nipple, I gently thumbed over it causing her hands to fist—one in her hair and one in my shirt.
    “You ok?” I asked with concern coloring my tone.
    She nodded, panting and hid her eyes from me.
    “Open your eyes, Anna.”
    They fluttered open and her nearly black eyes burned with desire, which fueled mine.
    My hand reluctantly abandoned her breasts and skidded down to her knee. I’ll be damned if my heart didn’t get out of rhythm. The effect this woman had on me was scary.
     After rubbing her knees and massaging up her thigh, my hand slid up to the apex of her thighs, warmth radiating from it. When my hand rubbed