A Night of Misbehaving by Carmen Falcone Read Free Book Online

strands of hair from her face and stilled, the rest of his body matching the stiffness between his legs.
    “I have them in my purse, but that’s in your car.” She threw her head back and let out a long sigh, willing sanity back. To her surprise, he outlined her chin with the tip of his tongue, and she startled. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m taking care of you, sweetheart.”
    He dove in the water and looped his arms under her knees, and resurfaced, water rippling from his face. It registered that he was carrying her out, but his intentions became clear when he positioned her close to the edge. Her toes curled over the rough surface, and he stood on the metal ladder.
    Dripping water, she quivered, the cold cement grazing her back. Hovering over her, he began a pattern of small kisses on her neck and shoulders. She squirmed, thrusting her fingers in his hair. He nipped her tingling breast, and she gasped. The scrape of his teeth on her nipple sent a delightful hum between her legs.
    She parted her legs, and he lowered his body, bringing her close to his face.
    “Brent…” she called, part begging, part demanding.
    “I’ve wanted to taste you since we danced together.” He planted kisses on the tender inner area of her thighs, tracing invisible circles on the back of her knees with his fingers. She pressed her teeth hard into her lower lip, trying to manage the overwhelming spasms tingling her every time his lips came closer to her sex.
    Instinctively, she tried to clamp her legs together, scared of the kind of pleasure that lay between them. But he persisted, this time shifting his attention to her aching sex. He blew his hot breath on her sticky thighs, and she reached for the metal rail and grasped it. Brent licked and stroked her folds, the circular movements blurring her vision.
    She clasped her hand over his head, grabbing his hair. He inserted a couple of fingers inside her and intensified the rhythm. The stirring climax started in her core and quickly spread through her every fiber, overpowering her. A loud, guttural cry left her lungs and filled the night.

Chapter Five
    “So this is where Sexy Dad lives,” Georgia said, heels clicking loudly on the dark hardwood floor. Recessed lights shone on the expensive furniture—a blend of glass, leather, and stainless steel—with enough kid toys spread out to remind visitors he lived with one, half of the time. “But where does he play?”
    Holding her from behind, he pulled her hair to the side and glided his tongue along her neck, triggering her nerve endings. She pushed her hips against his hard cock, and a soft moan escaped her lips. There was no more waiting. No more downplaying the solid, hard desire moistening her sex and scorching her blood.
    “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered in her ear, then ran the tip of his tongue on her earlobe, nipping the bottom. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
    A wave of empowerment swept through her. “Then you’d better show me,” she said low, her voice carrying the weighty craving brewing inside.
    Swiftly, he turned her around and cupped her face. A shiver zapped down her spine. He kissed her, his tongue tasting hers, and with melded mouths, he scooped her up in his arms. Stumbling against furniture, between husky whispers and gasps, they managed to make it to his bedroom. Just like the rest of his luxurious condo, his room was spacious and airy, with wall-to-wall glass and views of Lady Bird Lake. The lake seemed far below them, but then, everything did, apart from the full moon shining outside, casting pools of pale light on the carpet.
    He flung her across his big bed, and she propped herself on her elbows and thrilled at the hungry look in his eyes. He pulled her dress over her head and started to kiss her bare skin, first applying small pecks on her neck. The more south he went, the more passionate and wet his kisses became.
    He glided his tongue over her tight nipple, painfully slow at first,