Any Way You Want Me by Jamie Sobrato Read Free Book Online Page B

hers while his hands explored her, down her sides, over her butt. He lifted up her dress and cupped her black-lace-encased backside, handling her possessively, as if staking a claim to his territory.
    Then he lifted her up and pinned her against the door, his hips pressed between her legs, pushing her dress up around her waist. Yasmine squirmed, wanting him even closer.
    “Do you have protection?” she asked when they finally broke their kiss.
    “In the bathroom.” But he made no move to end their embrace.
    Instead, his hands traveled up her rib cage to cup her breasts. She’d noticed him admiring them earlier, as most men did, and she’d been plagued by images of Alex kissing her breasts ever since.
    His fingertips teased her nipples, coaxing them into a rock-hard state. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
    “So are you.”
    His gaze took on a hint of amusement. “Oh, yeah?”
    Then he kissed her again. He carried her down the hallway to a bedroom, where he tossed her on the bed.
    “I’ll be right back,” he said, and disappeared into the bathroom.
    Yasmine glanced down at her rumpled state and sighed. Clothes were only going to get in the way, so she got up and hurriedly undressed down to her matching bra and panties, her thigh-high stockings and heels. Then she climbed onto the bed again and arranged herself just so.
    When Kyle returned, he stopped in his tracks, his gaze darkening as he took in her appearance. He closed the distance between them, dropped a box of condoms next to her, and stood at the edge of the bed as he stripped out of his clothes. Yasmine watched in appreciation as every inch of flesh she’d been spending too much time at work imagining was finally revealed to her in all its glory.
    No Playboy bunny tattoo, thankfully.
    Naked, he climbed on top of her and molded his body to hers. His erection pressed against her panties, creating a delicious pressure where she wanted it most.
    Okay, so maybe doing it with a pretty-boy wasn’t so bad. Maybe she needed to revisit her rules for guy selection, if having a guy as gorgeous as Kyle in her bed got her this hot.
    His hair tickled her cheek as he bent to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting all of him at once.
    “You like it hot and nasty?” he whispered.
    That’s what she’d said at the party, after all. “Hot and nasty, slow and sweet—whatever the situation calls for.”
    He rolled them over so that she was on top, and she knew the situation tonight definitely called for the kind of sex where they’d both break a sweat. There was no other way, when she wanted him this badly, this urgently.
    She took off her panties, and he freed her of the bra in one skilled flick of his wrist. Then she straddled his hips and pressed herself against him, testing her own will.
    It wasn’t very strong.
    With her gaze locked on his, she edged her way down until she was between his legs and her breath caressed his cock. She licked the length of him, and air whooshed from his lungs. She took him all the way in her mouth, and his hands grasped the blanket beneath them as he strained toward her. She trailed her tongue up and down, then around, savoring the hot, hard feel of him, loving the power she held over his body.
    Tickling his balls with her fingernails, she quickened her pace, then slowed again when she could feel him tensing more.
    “Yasmine,” he said, more a moan than a word. “Please.”
    She stopped. “Please what?”
    “I want you,” he whispered.
    “Now?”
    “Now.”
    She grabbed the box of condoms, removed one, then opened the packet with her teeth. When she took his erection in her hand, their gazes met again for a moment.
    She slid the condom on him, taking her time, playing her fingers along the ridges of his cock, exploring new territory. He was big, really big. Deliciously big. Her fingers grazed his balls again, and his eyes fluttered shut as he expelled a sigh of pleasure.
    He did have tan lines, at his