Because You Are Mine Part III: Because You Haunt Me by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online Page B

pop out of her lungs at the evidence of his full arousal. His fingers flexed into her hip. His head dipped, and he brushed his lips against hers, as if he tried to inhale her gasp.
    “God I want you,” he said almost angrily, before he captured her mouth with his, his tongue parting her lips. Coming into full contact with him was like suddenly being submerged in a fire. The sheer force of him, his taste, inundated her. She staggered slightly in the heels, and he caught her tighter against him, her body molding against stark, unrelenting muscle and rigid male arousal. She’d never experienced so much concentrated male desire. Had this inferno been building in him all day? All week?
    She moaned into his mouth, her female flesh melting against his hard male heat. His hands shifted to the belt of her wrap dress. When he sealed their kiss roughly a moment later, Francesca felt dizzy with excitement. He stepped back. The sides of her dress gaped open, exposing her bare skin to moonlight. He pushed the material aside, exposing her near-nude body. His gaze ran over her. Her breath stuck in her lungs when she saw the reverence in his rigid features mingling with blazing lust. His nostrils flared slightly.
    “I want you to remember this for the rest of your life,” he said abruptly.
    “I will,” she replied without hesitance—who could possibly
forget
such a charged experience?—although she was bewildered by the meaning behind his words.
    “Sit here,” he said, putting his hands on her hips.
    She opened her mouth to express her confusion, but he was guiding her to the marble pedestal surrounding Aphrodite. She sat and felt the cold, hard marble beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Ian put his hands on her knees and spread them. He knelt before her.
    “Ian?” she asked confusedly.
    Were his hands shaking as he slid her panties down her thighs and over her knees? Her sex clenched tight in rising anticipation.
    “I thought I could wait. I can’t,” he muttered, and she heard the harsh regret in his tone. He looked into her face as his hands caressed her thighs and hips, and she felt herself heating the cool marble. “If I don’t taste you now, I think I’ll die. And I if taste you, I won’t be able to stop. I’m going to have to fuck you here and now.”
    “Oh, God,” she moaned shakily. She felt the increasingly familiar surge of liquid heat between her thighs. His dark head lowered to her lap. His hands parted her farther for his ravishment. Her eyes sprang wide at the sensation of the tip of his warm, sleek tongue burrowing between her labia, rubbing and stabbing at her clit.
    She grasped at his thick, crisp hair and whimpered. Her head fell back. In the hazy midst of her voluptuous ecstasy, she glimpsed Aphrodite watching her initiation with calm, supreme satisfaction.

Read more of Francesca and Ian’s electrifying romance in
Part Four of BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE
    BECAUSE YOU MUST LEARN
    Available from Headline on 21 August 2012