Born to Be Wild: Welcome to Paradise, Book 3 by Elle Kennedy Read Free Book Online Page B

“What exactly did I walk in on?”
    “Nothing,” he said with a shrug. “Lexie stopped by to pick something up.”
    “And is now getting home via the forest route?”
    “She’s an avid hiker.” Jake ran a calloused hand over his close-cropped hair. “And before you ask, I’m not sleeping with her. I prefer to make love to a woman, not a block of ice—too damn cold.” His gaze smoldered as he focused it on her mouth. “You, on the other hand, are hot as hell, sweetheart.”
    The heat of his eyes made her swallow. Damn it. Why had she even come here? Last night, she’d been determined to keep her distance, ignore Jake’s ridiculous proposition and spend the week hanging out with her parents and working on her upcoming case.
    But from the second she’d opened her eyes this morning, she’d been overcome with temptation. Sleeping with Jake again had been so incredibly amazing, yet her body was the furthest thing from sated. She’d been edgy and uncomfortable all day, squirming during her lunch with her mother, distracted as she’d tried scribbling notes for her opening statement. Every nerve ending had crackled, every inch of skin tingled, until she couldn’t concentrate on anything but the thought of having Jake’s hands all over her.
    One orgasm from Jake Bishop and she’d reverted back to the girl she’d once been.
    And as much as she hated admitting he was right, one orgasm hadn’t been enough.
    Not by a long shot.
    “That’s why you’re here, right?” he prompted when she didn’t speak. “To get me hot? To get us both hot?”
    A sigh slipped out. “Yes.”
    The smug expression that filled his handsome face should’ve annoyed her, but it only fueled the desire burning in her blood. Jake’s confidence in the bedroom was one of the reasons she’d been so drawn to him all those years ago.
    “As long as we’re both in town, there’s no harm in having a little fling,” she admitted, albeit grudgingly. “But just for the week, Jake, and don’t get any ideas about continuing it when I go back to Denver.”
    “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said solemnly.
    They eyed each other for several long moments, and then, before she could blink, Jake grabbed her hand and tugged her into the house.  
    He had her up against the wall in a nanosecond, his mouth coming down hard on hers, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. God, this man knew how to kiss. His lips were firm, unyielding, and his tongue didn’t seek permission before it plunged inside her mouth and teased her to oblivion. He devoured her, licked, sucked, nibbled, and she was gasping by the time he wrenched his mouth away.
    “Hop up on the table,” he rasped, even as he lifted her up on the narrow cedar table spanning the hallway wall.
    The second her butt connected with the solid wood, Jake dropped to his knees and bunched the hem of her white cotton skirt between his fingers. The calluses on his palms scraped a rough trail on her legs as he dragged the skirt up to her waist. His hungry silver eyes focused on her pink bikini panties, narrowing when he caught sight of the little white bow.
    His hoarse voice rumbled over her heated skin. “Still wearing the good girl panties, I see.”
    “They’re comfy,” she said defensively.
    “Don’t worry, you’ll be much more comfy when I get these panties off you.”
    True to his word, he got rid of the underwear, then planted his hands on her thighs and spread her legs. She shivered when the cool air met her fevered flesh. Anticipation gathered in her belly, throbbing in her muscles, tingling her breasts, but Jake didn’t make a move. He just knelt there, eyeing her exposed pussy like a man who’d just discovered a secret treasure.
    “Fuck, you’re as beautiful as I remember,” he muttered, moving his gaze from the juncture of her thighs up to her face, which was flushed and scorching. “How do you want it, sweetheart? Slow and easy? Do I ease into it, or take it fast? I remember