Body Work by Bonnie Edwards Read Free Book Online

strings at her back. She confessed her heavy need and anticipation with a gasp.
    “Let me,” he said on a guttural whisper as he pulled her against him. She felt his lean hardness at her back. His heavy erection pulsed against her bottom and his hands cupped her breasts under her ruby-red bikini top.
    He opened fingers on both hands to frame her nipples. He squeezed his fingers together and pinched, tugged , then released again and again, making erotic tingles dance south to her deepest center, flaring into moist heat between her legs.
    She moved in a primal flex of hips that showed him plainly what she wanted, needed. He moved his palms to her belly and pressed in, holding her still in a claiming that promised she ’d get exactly what she wanted.
    “ Let me,” he said again, more forcefully.
    “ Yes,” she said as he undid her bra.
    The triangles of material slid to the floor and she sighed, expecting him to turn her. Instead he pressed his erection between her cheeks and cupped her mound. Twining the triangle of material around his finger he tugged in much the same way she had earlier, but his hand, his heat, his strength made it seem like so much more.
    The feeling was exquisite torture, and she flexed against his erection again and again, urging him silently to take what she offered and give what she needed.
    Finally, slowly Tyce turned her into his arms. “Let me.”
    He said her name and she said his. After all these years, a claiming, finally.
    His fingers trailed the line from her right nipple down to her loins. She sighed with the rightness of it.
    His gaze clashed with hers as he ducked her attempt to kiss him.
    “You want to get laid. I’ll oblige. It’s not as if I haven’t fucked my share of rich spoiled women.” The tone he used was aggressive and confused her.
    “ What? I thought . . .” Surprised, she pulled back to study his face. Fire burned in his eyes, but his lips were set in a grim line. “So you’re doing me a favor?”
    “ I see a problem, and I fix it. You’re hot as sin, and need something I can give you. Let me give it to you.” His finger slid beneath the soaked triangle at her center and rubbed at her clit. He tapped it with his fingertip, causing a riot of sensation that made her legs ease open of their own accord. She was lost.
    The hot edge in his voice cut through her like a butter curler. She felt churned up, couldn ’t make sense of his signals. His body said he wanted her, his fingers danced against her neediness, his voice and words said he didn’t want to.
    Her pride came to her rescue at last. “You’re not talking to some cheap piece of ass,” she managed on a breathy huff.
    “ I’m talking to the woman who’s been dancing around me for three days, coming onto me like I’m her last meal.” He unzipped his jeans. “Go ahead, see what you’ve done to me, I dare you.”
    His erection was huge, his rising shaft longer, wider than she ’d imagined in her dream. His finger against her promised hot ecstasy and it had been a long, long time.
    Lisa fought her battle of lust, anger , and pride while Tyce slid his strong, thick-fingered hands down her sides to grasp her hips. He molded her and waited without a word. He let his actions speak of his need instead.
    The hard skin of his fingers tickled and scratched, setting off sparklers that ran straight to her center. A thick slide of juices at the thought of his heavy member made her reach for him.
    She sobbed, dismayed at her weakness but drawn to him just the same. She spread the teeth of his zipper apart, and then freed the turgid head of his penis. Daintily, she traced the rigid cap, delighted by the velvet smoothness and hot power in her hand. His jaw clenched as she worked the button of his jeans to free him completely.
    He might be angry at old wounds, but Tyce Branton wanted her in a way she responded to beyond her wildest imaginings. And heaven help her because she was powerless to help herself.
    She worked