A Little Night Music by Andrea Dale, Sarah Husch Read Free Book Online Page B

breath added heat to the fire that was already raging.
    She reached out with one hand to pull his face closer, but he resisted. Instead, he stood and reached behind her to unsnap her bra and fling it; she was vaguely aware of it catching on a bedpost and dangling there. Pushing her back on the bed, he straddled her legs, the leather that covered his thighs cool against her heated skin. He leaned over and scraped his teeth across one of her nipples. At the same time, his fingers did similar things to her other breast. Lightning shot through her.
    Hannah squirmed her hips, clutching at his muscular shoulders, unable to move very far. God, she didn’t think she’d ever been so aroused. He was making her feel things she hadn’t thought her body was capable of.
    “Please,” she moaned, and he laughed softly again. The velvet sound of his voice wrapped around her, almost tangible in the pleasure it gave.
    Hannah arched up a little, brushing against his leather pants, gasping with triumph when his hands clenched convulsively. But he didn’t stop what he was doing, didn’t stop the scrape of his teeth, the tantalizing draw of his mouth. A sizzling line of fire was trailing from her breasts, down her body to her crotch.
    When it reached her clit, the dynamite went off. Hannah cried out, her eyes closing as pleasure exploded, her body fragmenting as the waves continued with each lazy pull of his lips.
    The fire slowly faded, the twitching subsiding.
    This had never happened before. What was he doing to her? She stared at him, gasping, astonished and drippingly aroused. If that’s how she reacted to him playing with her breasts, what was going to happen next?
    “Breathe,” he said again, placing a trail of sharp bites down the side of her neck. “I’ve only just gotten started with you. I wonder…”
    “What?” Hannah gasped. She looked up into his midnight blue eyes and felt herself falling.
    “I wonder how many times I can make you come tonight,” he said, and slid down between her legs.
    Before she had time to fully process the weight of what he’d said, he flicked his tongue against her nether lips. Instantly, the languorous feeling of satisfaction dissolved, sending her spiraling again towards pleasure.
    He traced the cleft between her thighs, easing away when she arched closer, teasingly light in the contact. Using his thumbs, he separated her folds, his tongue sampling the rich cream within. Hannah almost came unglued. He caressed her in maddening circles, tasting her everywhere except where she desperately needed him to be. Her hands clenched the soft comforter into mounds, her hips arching. His laugh rumbled against her, vibrating, sending waves of pleasure through her lower belly.
    But it always took her forever to come again this way….
    Then his tongue found the sensitive nub of secret flesh, swirling a slow caress across it.
    This time, she screamed.
    “Lie up across the bed,” Nate said after she stopped hyperventilating.
    “I can’t,” she said. “My legs don’t work anymore. I’m not entirely sure I even have legs.”
    “Oh, believe me, you do. Luscious, incredible legs. Legs that have been driving me wild all evening. I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around my neck.”
    Hannah whimpered. Her fantasy had escalated beyond her wildest imaginings. And never in any fantasy had she given him such complete control over her.
    Nate helped her lie back so her head was cradled by the fluffy white pillows. He stood on the bed over her, and she reached up for the laces of his leather pants. She sat up and pressed her face into the crotch, inhaling the scent of leather and feeling his erection press against her cheek. He watched her intently as she fumbled with the knot, his breathing rapid. The fabric parted, and she saw that he wasn’t wearing underwear.
    Hannah leaned back, admiring, as he slowly peeled off the pants and tossed them away. She reached out a hand but he shook his head. Eventually she