Blackthorne: Heart of Fame, Book 8 by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online Page A

Blackthorne, sexiest-man-she’d-ever-seen Josh Blackthorne, the-only-man-to-turn-her-on-in-eight-months Josh Blackthorne—propel himself face-first at the wall spurring her into action.
    She slammed into his side, wrapping her arms around his body and stopping him hitting the wall.
    They stumbled sideways, their legs and feet jumbling and knotting, their chests mushed together, their hips bumping and colliding as they went.
    An insane part of her mind took great delight in noting how hard and firm and sculpted his body was, how warm and alive and right there he was. An insane part of her body reacted to that information, the pit of her tummy clenching, her sex contracting and her nipples pinching into tight points.
    A moan slipped past her, low and soft but a moan all the same. She tried to hide it in a grunt, but something about the way Josh flattened his palms to her back as they regained balance told her he’d heard it.
    Heard it and recognized it for what it was—sexual awareness.
    Crap. She couldn’t be sexually aroused by Josh Blackthorne.
    It took her a second to realize they were both standing motionless again. Her arms were around his hips, their bellies pressed together, their groins touching, before she heard him say with a throaty chuckle, “You saved me.”
    She jerked her head up, tearing her stare from where it had stuck on the perfection of his lips. Wow, they were gorgeous lips. Defined and almost too pink for any man’s lips to be.
    Storm-cloud-grey eyes regarded her, a humoured light shining in their depths. And a promise of something any woman with a pulse and a libido would be insane to say no to.
    She wasn’t insane. She wasn’t. She just had insane…parts. Which meant Josh Blackthorne had to go. “I did,” she answered, disengaging herself from his arms. Well, trying to. He was doing a damn good job of holding her to his body. “I didn’t want blood staining my wall.”
    He chuckled again. Incongruously, he somehow managed to pull her closer to his body. Why was she letting him do that?
    Because you’re lonely, girl. And you can’t wait forever. You’ve already wasted eight—
    “Maybe you just didn’t like the thought of me hurting myself?” His deep voice played with her senses. And her resolve to get away from him. Damn, no one had the right to have such a sexy voice. They didn’t.
    He drew his head closer to hers. Close enough his warm breath tickled her lips. “Or maybe you’re not the horrible person you so want me to believe you are?”
    “I am horrible,” she whispered, staring up at him. Horrible because I want you to kiss me right now. Oh God, do I want you to kiss me right now. Kiss me and make love to me against this wall. It’s been so long. So long and you are so gorgeous and sexy and here…wanting me… “And I couldn’t care less if you hurt yourself or—”
    He kissed her silent. Stole the rest of her ridiculous statement with a soft brush of his lips over hers.
    No tongue, not even enough pressure to really feel. Just a feathering of his skin against her skin, just a lingering melding of their breaths.
    He held her, aligned their hips, pressed the steel pole of his erection to the soft curve of her sex and silenced her protest with a kiss softer than the caress of a butterfly wing.
    For a perfect moment, Caitlin forgot the weird reality of her life and lost herself in that kiss.
    For a perfect heartbeat-long moment.
    And then it was over.
    He drew his head away from hers, seeking out her eyes with his gaze. “Or maybe,” he whispered, his voice a little shaky, “you just wanted me to do that?”
    Pressing her palms to his chest, Caitlin pushed him away. Heat filled her cheeks. “Boy, have you got an ego. I didn’t want you to do that.”
    Liar .
    Josh seemed to agree with the traitorous little whisper inside her head. He let out a low laugh, an entirely devious sound her body reacted to with entirely too much need. “Ego or not, I think you did. And I