A Stranger’s Touch by Lacey Savage Read Free Book Online

over. Though she didn’t necessarily subscribe to that theory, she had to admit there was probably something to it.
    “Not exactly.” She busied herself with chewing a mouthful of spaghetti.
    “But you wanted to,” Leann said.
    Oh God, how she’d wanted to. “But I did not.” She smiled up at Gabbi. “See? You taught me well.”
    Gabbi brought her own plate over to the table and beamed at Roxi. “Good. You seem to really like this guy, and I don’t want to see you waste an opportunity for something more than a wild fuck.”
    The blunt words coming out of Gabbi’s mouth stunned both Leann and Roxi into speechlessness.
    Leann recovered first. “Even if it’s a really good fuck?”
    “Especially if it’s a really good fuck.” Gabbi gestured with her fork. “I mean, you’d like to have it again, right? And again and again? And you want to be the only one he’s giving it to… So yeah, especially then.”
    Roxi couldn’t argue with that logic. Nor could she deny that the idea of having Donovan all to herself, night after night after night, sounded insanely appealing. She cleared her throat and chased down a bite of pasta with a gulp of water. “I think you may be getting ahead of reality. I barely know this man.”
    Realizing just how little she’d learned about Donovan in the couple of weeks they’d worked together depressed her. He’d told her he had some deep, dark, dangerous secret. That was reason enough to be concerned. And then, for all she knew, he could have a girlfriend. He could be married. Or gay.
    She scoffed inwardly at that. Okay, definitely not gay.
    But a partner still wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Roxi had to face facts. She didn’t know anything more about him than she did about every other stranger who played with her body. Except that none of the others had ever touched her quite so intimately. Oh sure, they stuck their fingers and toys in her pussy, but none of them had ever cared about her pleasure. None of them had touched her like…
    Like she mattered.
    For all of her experience at dealing with people’s hands on her body, she hadn’t been prepared for Donovan’s touch. He’d been tender and focused on her pleasure, and yet she’d sensed possessiveness and a raw intensity in his caress as well. As if he’d been holding himself back. She shivered, wondering what it would be like to experience the full force of his unleashed passion.
    A knock on the door startled Roxi out of her thoughts. Gabbi and Leann glanced at each other, then at her.
    Gabbi paused with a fork of spaghetti lifted halfway to her mouth. “Expecting someone?”
    “Not me,” Roxi said. Their Sunday afternoon lunches were designated bonding time, and none of them would have invited friends over just then.
    “It could be the landlord.” Leann wiped her mouth with a napkin then rose. “I’ll get it.” A minute later, she returned to the kitchen, a sly smile tilting the corners of her lips. “There’s a hot guy at the door—and he’s asking for Roxi.”
    Roxi’s heart leapt into overdrive. She shot up off the chair and careened around the corner toward the entrance to the apartment, all the while wandering how Donovan knew where she lived and why he’d come.
    The front door stood open, but the man waited outside. Roxi had to step around the door to catch sight of him.
    And when she did, she came to an abrupt halt.
    A stranger stood before her. He was handsome, just like Leann said, but he wasn’t Donovan. This guy sported a nearly shaved head, and his eyes were so dark as to be almost black. His high cheekbones, chiseled jaw and sculpted lips gave him a hard, bad-boy appearance that probably had women melting at his feet. A leather jacket, jeans that cupped his thighs like a second skin and the motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm completed the look.
    “You Roxana?” His accent wasn’t as pronounced as hers but she recognized the Greek undertones, and her heart sank.
    “You must