Before The Night Is Over by Sandy Sullivan Read Free Book Online Page A

to his. The touch of her lips burned him clear to the center of his soul. Tongues mated and danced, from her mouth to his and back. She tasted of peppermint, chocolate, and woman. The rough material of her uniform rubbed over his skin, abrading his nipples, and bringing them to aching points. Both of her hands went up around his shoulders and behind his neck as she angled her mouth against his and swallowed the moan he released. The twin shirttails slid from her waistband with a tug of his fingers. The need to feel her skin—every inch of the creamy flesh he’d seen the other day—drove him past rational thought. His lips left hers to blaze a trail over her cheek to the tempting flesh of her ear. He nibbled and licked as his fingers worked the buttons of her shirt until it parted under his hands.
    “ So soft,” he murmured, trailing his tongue down her neck. Sharp, short pants rasped through the air when he lifted his mouth from her skin.
    The shirt fell to the floor at their feet followed quickly by her bra. Gorgeous, rosy nipples met his gaze. Full breasts—just enough to fill his hands, took his breath away. “Damn you’re gorgeous, honey.”
    The buckle at her waist clinked and rattled when he unfastened it. Fortunately, she left her heavy belt, gun and assorted cop paraphernalia in the car.
    “ Let me,” she murmured, jerking the belt until it fell loose at her waist and her pants dropped to the floor.
    Black lace panties caught his eye and he smiled. “Nice.”
    “ Not my usual work attire. You got lucky.”
    “ Lucky is my middle name where you’re concerned, darlin’.” The thumb on each hand slipped beneath the edges of that sexy underwear and peeled them down her hips. They pooled with the growing pile of her clothes.
    “ Lord have mercy. You are a sight for sore eyes, honey.” His lips trailed across her chest, stopped to suck a pert nipple between his lips, and continued down her flat abdomen until his nose stopped at her pubic bone. “Open.” Her thighs quivered under his hands when she spread her legs. “Lean back on the arm of the chair behind you.” Pink, blood engorged pussy lips met his gaze, driving him insane with the need to taste her. Juices glistened on the outer aspect of the treasure he sought. The scent of her arousal surrounded him as he inhaled and rubbed his whiskered cheek over her inner thigh, knowing he would be leaving whisker burn on spots he hoped he’d see again. He slipped her legs over his shoulders and braced his hands on her hips. One swipe of his tongue on her clit and more thick cream spilled from her pussy as a desperate moan left her lips.
    “ Do that again,” she murmured.
    He glanced up to see her head thrown back, glossy red hair spilling down, and her eyes closed in rapture.
    “ My pleasure.” He hummed against the hood covering her clit and then nipped at the skin.
    Stiffening his tongue, he dipped between her outer pussy lips to dive into the soaking channel of her sex and then slipped up and over her clit. Several swipes of his tongue and she trembled like a leaf in a tornado. Her whole body shook, revealing her need for him whether she would admit it or.
    “ Oh, God,” she whispered.
    He did it over and over until endless whimpers spilled from her mouth and her thighs clamped around his ears. Faster, he worked his tongue until concentrating only on her clit and she came apart with a scream of his name. Thick cream coated his tongue while he continued to stroke her until the very last spasm calmed.
    “ Wow.”
    The slow glide of his tongue over the inside of her leg made her whimper, so he did it again.
    “ Kale.”
    “ Hmm?” he murmured against her skin as he looked up into those amazing blue eyes.
    “ I need more.”
    “ More?”
    “ Yeah. More of you,” she replied, pushing him back and bringing her legs together. “My turn. Get rid of those sweats.”
    “ Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smile as he stood. A low whoosh of material was