All of Me by Lori Wilde Read Free Book Online

one, but his body had other ideas. His cock grew
     even harder.
    She noticed. Purred. Touched him.
    He was granite in her hands.
    Shame shoved Tuck’s heart into his stomach. He felt as if he was cheating on Aimee.
    It’s just a dream
.
    Was it?
    And besides, Aimee’s dead. You’re not cheating on her. You’re a young, healthy man. You’re allowed to have sexual desires.
    Where were these thoughts coming from? What was happening to him? This was a bad idea. He had to get out of the sweat lodge.
     He tried to get up, but the naked woman with the exotic brown eyes was throwing her legs around him, straddling his lap.
    “No, no. I don’t want you.” He settled his hands around her waist to pull her off him, but her skin felt so warm and soft
     beneath his palms that he just held on.
    “Shh,” she murmured, like a mother soothing her baby. “Shh.” She put her lips against his throat and kissed him so lightly
     that it felt as if she was tickling him with a feather. “It’s okay. It’s all right.”
    He closed his eyes, battling against his desire. “I’m not in a good place. I’m—”
    “Shh.” Her arms went around him, and she cradled his head to her breasts.
    Tuck shifted, his resistance melting. He laid back against the bearskin rug and took a deep breath. Smoke swirled in his lungs.
     His head spun. The room was so hot. His body was drenched in sweat.
    Lower and lower she kissed, heading for dangerous territory.
    He threaded his fingers through her hair. “No, no,” he protested weakly.
    “Yes …” She kissed him. “Yes.”
    Another kiss.
    Then her hand was on him. Stroking his throbbing head. She laughed a smooth laugh that loosened something in his belly.
    “It’s just a dream anyway; it’s not real,” he muttered, all the fight gone out of him.
    She closed her mouth over him, and overwhelmed, Tuck simply surrendered.
    J ILLIAN WOKE UP from her naughty sex dream with a flushed face and a pounding heart. She shivered, remembering him. Tall and muscled, but
     not overtly so. Straight nose, strong chin, a trustworthy jaw ringed with a stubble of beard. His eyes had been the color
     of expensive whiskey. His hair like winter wheat.
    He’d seemed so sad. As if he’d been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders for a very long time and didn’t possess
     the strength to take one more step.
    And then she’d seduced him.
    Gulping, Jillian shook her head to dispel the image and threw back the covers. And that’s when the realization hit her. She
     had nowhere to go and nothing to do. In all her twenty-nine years on earth, it was a first.
    She fell back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling, thinking of the sex dream. It had seemed so real that she wouldn’t
     have been surprised to find the man beside her. Yet, while her body felt strangely electrified, the other side of the bed
     stretched empty.
    What did surprise her, however, was the fact she still wore the mourning clothes she’d worn to Blake’s funeral. And she still
     had that stupid wedding veil on her head.
    Chagrined at having put the veil on in the first place and being desperate enough to make a wish, she yanked it off and sprang
     to her feet. She could have lingered in bed, tried to get back the wisp of the smoking hot dream, but Jillian was not a woman
     who lingered, even when she had nowhere to go or nothing to do.
    She folded the veil and stuffed it in the cedar chest, wanting it out of sight, out of mind. She stripped, leaving her clothes
     lying in the floor, and took a hot shower, washing away the last remnants of the haunting dream, the man with the whiskey
     eyes.
    There. It’s over. Forgotten.
    But as she poured herself a cup of coffee from the automatic-drip coffeemaker on her kitchen cabinet—it was the only kitchen
     appliance she owned beyond the major ones that came with the place—she thought of him again.
    He’d seemed so damned sad.
    The guy wasn’t real. Move on. It was just a dream
.
    God,