Before the Mission Begins (When The Mission Ends) by Christi Snow Read Free Book Online Page B

like to be prey. She liked it. Her palms became damp, her nipples tightened, and arousal drenched her panties. He wasn’t moving. All his muscles had tensed under her fingertips, but that look pushed her on. She leaned over him and brushed her lips across his abdomen, but that wasn’t enough. She wanted to taste. Flicking her tongue out, her senses exploded. This was Chris, every fantasy she’d ever had, come to life under her tongue and fingertips. He tasted salty, but there was an underlying essence there that was wholly him and it was an aphrodisiac to her.
    She explored his abdomen with tiny nips and kisses, slowly working her way up the ridges of his stomach and the soft fur of his chest. His breathing had picked up, but he still restrained himself, letting her just explore his body at her leisure. When she came to the puckered disc of his nipple, she worked it with both her fingertips and tongue. His breathing hitched and a low, deep moan exploded from him. The power to do that to him was invigorating.
    Lying fully on his body now, she could feel the evidence of his desire pressed against her belly and she tilted her hips toward it as she used her teeth on his other nipple. Need for him overcame any lingering fears she may have experienced. Now, her focus was all about him.
    His hips surged up to meet hers , “Aw damn, Butterfly. You feel so fucking good. I need to touch you.”
    Pushing his shirt out of the way, she instructed , “Not yet. Let me first.” She tugged at his shirt again. “Take it off.” She lifted off of him so he could remove it.
    “Yes, ma’am.” He complied and her mouth dried at the sight of all that male hardness for her to explore.
    She crawled up his chest, fully pressed against him. Her panties were sopping wet.
    He leaned back and she could see the tension in him as he held himself in check to let her explore. “I’m halfway naked. It’s only fair that you shed some clothing too.” His voice was low and scratchy. “Besides skin on skin will feel that much better.”
    Better? No , nothing could feel better than this, but Julie was all for more skin. Right now she wanted to feel him all over her body. She sat up to pull off the layers of her top and he sat up to help her. Straddling his lap, there was no denying what throbbed between her legs and it felt so good. Ecstasy forced her eyes shut. Her distraction didn’t pull Chris from his goal, though. He tugged on the hem of her shirts and then she could feel nothing but the searing heat of his bare chest pressed up against her. So good.
    She wiggled her hips as she reached around the back of his head to pull him closer. She needed to taste again and reached out to stroke her tongue against his neck. One big hand palmed the back of her head and the other reached around her back to pull her closer. Closer she could agree with.
    His hand trailed f arther down her back to cup her butt and then inched under her skirt. She smiled into his neck as she heard the rumble of his groan across his chest.
    “Garters ,” he said reverently. “I thought they were tights, but oh my God, they’re garters.” He explored farther. “And a thong. Butterfly, you’re killing me here.” A shudder worked up his body. She had a moment of warning with the tensing of his muscles before he rolled her underneath him.
    She knew her face must have shown her surprise because he stilled above her. “Is this okay? I just want to see you.” His voice had taken on an edge of pleading, which melted her heart just a little.
    She nodded. “It’s fine. It’s good.”
    He tugged at her skirt. “I need this off.”
    “Okay.” She wiggled her hips as he pulled it down, but she felt a flutter of apprehension as he sat back and looked. A frisson of tension rolled up her spine, as her control of the situation spun away from her. She watched his deltoids flex and she became aware of just how much stronger than her he was. This wasn’t going to work. Why had she