Blow Me Away (Seven Tribesmen Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online

distracting.  Her body heat licked at his skin and reminders of having her pressed against him tickled his memories.  Only one word, one answer, seemed sufficient for Stella in his mind.
     
    “Everything,” rasped Bishop, as the tension in the air exploded into pure, erotic heat.
     
    “Wha–?” Stella didn't a chance to finish her question.  Bishop leaned down, catching her by the back of the head.  He pressed her closer, catching her lips against his.  For a split second,surprise needled through Stella's thought s— before desire cleaved through it.  Her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned into the kiss, raising up on her tiptoes and bracing herself against his chest.
     
    Hormones overtook Stella's thoughts and, for a brief moment, she forgot where she was.  She forgot about the breaking cocaine case.  She forgot the police department.  All her brain seemed to focus on was Bisho p— his body heat, his mouth, and his muscles twitching under her palms.
     
    Bishop hoisted her up, cradling her by her ass.  He pressed her harder into him, as her supple thighs wrapped around his torso.  Heat knotted in his lower stomach, making his growing erection pulse and throb.  An ache he wasn't aware of was lost in the hormones and the rush of heat.
     
    He stumbled to her desk, setting her rump atop the paperwork strewn over it.  Papers wrinkled and hissed under the shift of her body.  She clung to him, enjoying his heated, slow kiss.  His hands grazed over her body, his palms like fire through her clothes.  She moaned against his mouth, writhing under his touch.
     
    His fingers played with the button and zipper of her pants, undoing the restraints and coaxing the slacks down.  Excitement filled Stella's lungs as the fabric passed down her legs and over her shoes, pooling onto the floor beneath her.  Her breasts tingled with long-withheld desire, her fingers crooked around his shoulders, digging into his back.
     
    Reverence danced in Bishop's mind, battling against caution.  Their last weekend together was supposed to be the end.  This wasn't supposed to happen.  However, his hands moved of their own accord.  He could feel Stella's brown eyes on his face as he pulled away.  Her scent, her heat, it drove him crazy.  Woozy intoxication played across his thoughts, taunting his hormones and pulling his worries into the clouds of carelessness.
     
    Stella watched him as he knelt before her spread knees.  Anticipation and excitement sifted through her nerves.  His hot breath played over her thighs, driving Stella's hormones into a frenzy.  Her fingers curled against papers on the desk, her breathing hiccupping slightly.
     
    Bishop watched her from between her legs.  His lips twitched into a smile as her scent and heat surrounded him.  It was dizzying and delightful.  Over her panties, his tongue pulled across her swelling lips.  Stella sharply inhaled, his tongue reviving a sense of passion that had been missing the last few days.  Heat soaked through the panties, taunting her sex.  When his fingers looped through the elastic of her panties, Stella's heart shuddered with eagerness.  She closed her eyes and bit her lip, hoping their time apart hadn't made her painfully sensitive to his ministrations.
     
    Her core warmed and seared, aching to feel his tongue against her.  Briefly, his mouth left her underwear, as his fingers forcefully edged it around her seated rear and down her thighs, down her knees, down her ankles, over her shoes.  Her sex was now bared to the cold draft and Bishop's eyes, and a sudden mixture of hot and cold roiled inside Stella.
     
    Soft, malleable heat grazed between her lips.  She clenched her eyes shut and tingling pleasure raced over her limbs.  Her fingers dug into the edge of the desk, adjusting her hips until they were right on the edge of the furniture.  Bishop grinned against her, enjoying her subtle reactions and the throaty, soft groans that involuntarily left