Awakened by a Kiss by Lila DiPasqua Read Free Book Online

kisses now frantic. She gave his tongue a long, sensuous suck that practically buckled his knees.
    His heart pounding against his ribs, he plucked at the ribbon between her breasts, loosening the front of her gown. Just as he started to spread open the bodice, she grabbed his hand and mewed, “No . . .” in protest ever so faintly against his mouth. She’d guessed his intent—that he had more than just sexual interest in seeing her exposed breasts. There were three small freckles on the outer curve of her left breast that he wanted revealed.
    She didn’t.
    Cursing his eagerness, he stilled his hand, fearful of shattering her sexual abandon altogether. “Shhh, I won’t, ma belle .” This was novel. He always had carte blanche in the boudoir. No one ever said no to anything he wanted. “We’ll only do that which we both want,” he quickly assured her and reclaimed her mouth, starved for more. Gripping her pert derrière, he pressed his thigh between her legs and against her sex with enough pressure over her clit to draw a gasp from her, bringing her focus back to the pleasure at hand, away from his blunder.
    “I know what you want.” Adrien rubbed her clit with his thigh. She jumped. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Her cheeks were flush, and she had that fiery glow in her eyes that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with hot, fierce desire. “This is what you want, isn’t it? It’s what we both want, Catherine. You’re going to come for me—so hard—”
    She grabbed his face and thrust her tongue inside his mouth, cutting off his words, her lower body rocking erotically against his thigh. Sounds of her sharp, short breaths, as her tongue tangled with his, stoked his lust. Decimated his control.
    He pushed her up against the door and removed his thigh from between her legs. Lifting her voluminous skirts with urgent yanks, he at last reached her drawers and cupped her through the cloth of the caleçons , already damp with her juices.
    He caressed her lightly. “You’re wet for me, Catherine.”
    “Oh . . . God . . .” Her voice was shaky. She pressed against his palm, more seductive sounds emanating from her. Urging him further. He needed no encouragement. He was so hard, he felt dizzy, the ferocity of his need stunning.
    “Open your legs wider.” His voice was gruff. Using his foot, he widened her stance. “Stay like that.” Adrien slid his fingers in the slit of the garment, through her moistened curls, grazing over her slick flesh. She was hot, dripping with desire, and moaning louder.
    Slowly, he pushed a finger inside her, feeding her a knuckle at a time until he buried it completely. The silky wet heat clasped around his finger was mind-numbingly tight. His prick twitched with anticipation. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her.
    He eased his finger out and slid two back in. She whimpered, her head falling back against the door.
    “You’re soaking my hand. Your body is begging for more.” Massaging her clit with his thumb, he pushed and pulled his fingers with a deep and steady rhythm. She squeezed her eyes shut, dug her fingers into his shoulders, and bit her lip, trying to muffle her sounds of pleasure, her lovely breasts rising and falling rapidly. She looked gloriously wanton.
    “You like this, don’t you? It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked.
    She gave him a shaky nod.
    “Does it feel as good as it did five years ago?”
    Maddeningly stubborn, she wouldn’t answer.
    “You know I know how to make it feel even better.” He curled his buried fingers and rubbed the sweet spot inside her vaginal wall. She cried out and bucked her hips at him, her soaked sex pouring more juices onto his hand.
    “Should I stop?” he rasped. Without relenting on the ultrasensitive spot, he lightened the pressure and was no longer teasing her clit, deliberately keeping her on the edge.
    She rolled her head against the door, her eyes still closed. “No!”
    “You want