Angel in Armani by Melanie Scott Read Free Book Online Page A

briefs, too, eager to see what lay beneath.
    His skin was hot to the touch, and the muscles of his stomach tensed and tightened as she brushed over them. As the briefs slid free, he muttered something under his breath that she couldn’t make out but the humming frustration in the sound made her stomach tighten and her breath catch.
    His cock was free and she hated the lack of light that meant she couldn’t see it clearly.
    But the weather gods weren’t cooperating and there was no sudden flash of lightning to show her the way; nor was there a sudden return of the electric lights. So touch it would have to be. Touch and … wait, yes. There was a whole other sense to be indulged.
    Taste.
    The thought settled into her head. Of setting her mouth to his skin and finding out what he tasted like. It made her throat dry and she froze for a moment, the mental image blanking out her senses.
    “Sara?”
    The question was just loud enough to jolt her back to action. She shifted herself backward on his legs so she could get a better angle to explore him.
    “Everything okay?” Lucas asked.
    She nodded, then realized that he might not be able to see that response. “Everything’s just fine,” she said and wondered who it was exactly who was talking with that husky edge to her voice. “Just admiring the view.”
    “Do helicopter pilots get superpowers then? Can you see in the dark after all?”
    “No, but I do have excellent night vision,” she said. “And I’ve been told that I have very good hands.” She let her fingers drift then, one hand making an arc up his hip and across his stomach before trailing down to trace a circle around the very tip of him, which earned her another of those very pleasing noises. Really, sound was an underrated sense. She laid the flat of her hand over him then curled her fingers around him.
    His skin here was even hotter, and the warmth combined with the smooth-over-hard texture of him made a little gasp escape her throat.
    He felt extraordinary.
    Even in the darkness where she could only dimly see the gorgeous face, her body was reacting to him like he was 100 percent whatever the Sara equivalent of catnip was.
    She touched him gently, exploring, and then—unable to resist any longer—she bent her head and let her tongue follow the path of her fingers.
    This time the noise he made was deep and urgent. His hands came down, fingers twining in her hair. And his hips flexed up.
    Liked that, did he?
    Well, so did she. She licked again and slipped her hand around him before taking him into her mouth fully.
    Heat and salt and darkness. Lucas groaned again and his hands came down onto her head. She didn’t need any more encouragement to keep doing what she was doing.
    Slide. Taste. Tease.
    His skin hot against her tongue, his muscles flexing against her legs, tightening with every glide of her mouth. She let her world narrow to the taste and feel of him, the sound of his breath getting harsher, the noises he made.
    Everything else blurred and disappeared. There was just Lucas and just the answering heat blooming over her own skin knowing that he was reacting this way to her.
    Just her.
    His breath came faster and his hips flexed up again and then she heard him say, “Wait.”
    She stopped, lifted her head. “Something wrong?”
    “Very far from wrong,” he said, and she could hear the kind of dazed pleasure she was feeling in the depth of his voice. “But I want a turn.”
    That made her shiver. Touching him was one thing. But the thought of those hands and that mouth and … “What happened to lady’s choice?” she said.
    “You woke up my inner caveman,” he said.
    She laughed. The thought of the always immaculate Lucas Angelo having an inner caveman was kind of hilarious. Until she pictured him wearing not much more than a strategically placed loincloth. Her hand ran along the length of his torso, feeling the muscles there. Maybe there was some caveman after all.
    “And what happens