About Last Night by Ruthie Knox Read Free Book Online

as a robin’s egg. Somehow with him it was all right. He wouldn’t take advantage. City was one of the good guys.
    When he spread her thighs and brought his hand between them, she dropped to her elbows, pressing her face into the comforter. She was feverish, overwhelmed, and he made it so much worse and so much better. He dragged the pad of one finger over her swollen flesh,exploring her folds, arousing her with light pressure and her own slick moisture. Half draped over her back, he breathed against her neck as he pushed two fingers inside her, deep and rough. With a strangled squeak, Cath arched into his hand, wanting more. Much more. “You like that?” he asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “You want me, Mary Catherine?”
    “God, yes. Please.”
    But if asking nicely made any difference to his slow, thorough, tender assault, she was too far gone to notice. He teased her clit with glancing touches, light pressure, then firm, perfect, yes, right there, just like that—and then his fingers would skate away to sink back inside her. Over and over again, his mouth at her nape and behind her ear as tension began to build and her stomach tightened in anticipation.
    “You’re going to make me come,” she said, shocked and excited at how easily he’d brought her to this point. How easy he made everything, as if the two of them had done this together a thousand times before, so of course he knew precisely what she needed, and of course he wanted to give it to her.
    “Not yet,” he growled. “I want to be inside you.”
    Her inner muscles spasmed around his fingers and she moaned, but he withdrew his hand, shoving a pillow beneath her stomach as he moved away. She heard a foil packet tearing open, and then he hooked one thumb behind her knee and eased it up, flattening her onto the pillow. Opening her body wide for him.
    He entered her from behind, inch by inch, stroke by shallow stroke. Taking his time, waiting for her to adjust to his size, to the glorious feeling of stretching to receive him. Amazing. Just mind-blowingly amazing, the sensation of City buried deep inside her, the stiff, hot length of his cock and his sweat-slick stomach against her back. His weight. His scent. His everything. She thought she might die from it. Every part of her was tense and throbbing, ready to shatter.
    He rocked a little, in and out, hips against her ass, and then slipped his hand beneath herand pressed one finger to her clit. That was all it took—two or three pulses of his fingertip and she came, suddenly and hard. Her entire body contracted around him, tearing a cry from her throat, some combination of incoherent language and helpless bliss.
    She heard a sexy, rumbling groan from behind her, but he didn’t move. When the sensations finally subsided and she relaxed, he leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck. The tender gesture combined with the sensation of him still inside her was unbearably erotic.
    He withdrew and rolled her onto her back. Resting on one elbow beside her, he ran a hand slowly from her shoulder to her knee, watching her with those green-brown eyes, keen and hot. “All right, love?”
    “Yeah.” Her voice came out weak. She was more than all right. She was stripped down, naked and reborn. She was rippling with pleasure from her baby toes to the roots of her hair. Holy mother of God, City had just blown her mind.
    “You’re gorgeous,” he said, smoothing one hand over her breast and leaving it there, a warm, comfortable weight.
    Oh, he was perfect. An orgasm—just for her—and a compliment. She would bottle him and sell him and make her fortune.
    “And you’re one sexy banker, City.” His hair had gone dark at the temples, and sweat gleamed in the hollow at the base of his throat. On an impulse, she sat up and licked it. Salty and wet, his pulse pounding slow and steady beneath her tongue. She could just eat him.
    A breeze blew in the open window as she raked her nails lightly across his stomach, making the