A Touch Of Frost by Rhian Cahill Read Free Book Online

wanted inside her so badly his teeth ached, but he wanted to make her fly again. Lightening the pressure, he stroked her through her climax and back up again.
    “No. God. Can’t.” She panted.
    “Yes. Jack. Can.” He grinned up at her.
    Face awash in pleasure, she met his gaze with her glazed one. Her pupils were huge black orbs. Her lips parted and wet where she’d obviously licked them. “Jack.”
    “Still right here.” He moved up her body while he kept playing her with his fingers. “I’m not going anywhere. Not done by half.”
    “I want you inside me.” Her fingers clutched at his shoulders pulling him closer.
    “Want that too.” Tipping his head in the direction of the box beside her head, he said, “Get a condom out.”
    She quickly tore at the box then a foil packet. With a sexy grin she removed the protection and held it between them. “I’ll do the honours.”
    Before Jack could think about how dangerous that would be, Elle had her hand around him and the condom positioned over his crown. “Shit.” He groaned. “Make it quick.”
    “Patience. Patience.”
    He growled. “You’re out of luck ’cause I’m all out of that.” Jack pulled his hand from her pussy and covered hers — the one making slow, torturous progress down his shaft. With a quick stroke, he had the condom on. Circling both her wrists with his hands, he pinned them on the pillow beside her head. “Now. Where were we?”
    Jack flexed his hips and dragged his cock through Elle’s slick folds. She moaned and rocked against him. Fire licked at his groin. His balls tucked up into his body and pressure built in a heavy drugging heat that let him know he needed to move things along or he’d be embarrassing himself like a first timer.
    “Damn, Jack.” She dug her nails into his arse cheeks. “Never took you for a tease.”
    He chuckled. “Now who’s impatient?”
    “Jack.”
    She drew his name out and he laughed at the narrow-eyed look that accompanied it. “Don’t worry. I’m done playing around. Time to get serious.”
    Her eyes popped wide. “After that orgasm I’m a little frightened of what get serious means.”
    Jack rocked back and lined himself up. “Nothing to fear except exhaustion.”
    She cocked one eyebrow. “That’s quite an ego.”
    “Well I do have something to prove.”
    “Oh?”
    “The first one wasn’t faked. No way you could pretend to come that convincingly.”
    Elle’s cheeks flushed red. “Ah, no. Not faked.”
    He wove their fingers together next to her head. “Promise me you won’t.”
    Her gaze searched his for long seconds. “I doubt I’d ever have to think about it with you.”
    Leaning down, he fused his mouth to hers. He thrust his tongue inside and, when he had her full attention, he drove his hips forward and sank his cock all the way in one plunge.
    She moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound to keep her pleasure inside him. He wanted to always hold her pleasure this way, wanted to give her things no other guy had, wanted to turn this into more than the rebound sex she insisted it would be.
    Her body squeezed around him and his eyes crossed. She tilted her hips, pushed up, then lowered, fucking him from below. He couldn’t fight the need gnawing on every frayed nerve a second more.
    Bracing on his knees and elbows, he pulled back and thrust forward over and over and over. His arms shook and his glute muscles trembled with exertion. She strained under him, writhing and moaning as he powered into her with little finesse and a small amount of desperation.
    He was so close to losing it. So close to tipping over that edge that he had to lock his jaw and think of anything but how good it felt to be inside Elle. Only she surrounded him. Her scent, her flesh, her heat. All of it wound around him — through him — until the razor edge was there.
    Right there.
    “Elle.” Jack called her name as the first spasm broke.
    Not wanting to go without her, Jack slipped a hand