Breathe [Running to Love 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Allyson Young Read Free Book Online

easy word to say, and I don’t want to say it unless I really mean it.”
    Fuck, this woman was downright cerebral. But enough talking, more doing.
    “Take your dress off.”
    He watched as she stood and reached for the hem of the dress, her hands visibly trembling. She hesitated, her throat working again and Jace wondered if he had pushed her too hard. She then obviously gulped in air and yanked the crimson silk over her head and then stood, clutching it in front of her, just looking at him. Jace gestured to the closet and enjoyed the flexing of her thighs and calves and how her tight, small ass cheeks barely moved when she walked over to hang it up. She had great posture, and that would probably transfer when she knelt for him.
    “Lose the pretty bra and panties, but leave the thigh highs and shoes on.” Jace mentally congratulated himself on winning his underwear bet, and tried not to show any hint of how her nudity affected him in his voice or on his face. He couldn’t keep his cock from advertising though.
    Rowan quickly dealt with her underwear and then crossed to him when he held out his hand. He made her stand for his inspection for a few minutes, admiring her poise. Her small, high breasts were tipped with tight, dark nipples, and he knew they would taste like sweet blackberries when he suckled them. The naked lips of her tiny pussy glistened with her natural lubricant, and Jace’s mouth watered. He felt his self-control slip and made himself move. He pulled her down beside him and laid her out, spread-eagle. Jace dispensed with any thought of restraints and instead guided her fingers to the slats of the headboard. “Hang on and don’t move, Rowan.”
    Her long legs felt so supple to his touch, and he smoothed his hands down her thighs, separating them as he did so. Christ, he could smell her arousal and her luminous eyes sucked him in. Jace shucked his shirt and pried his cock from his pants, breathing a sigh of relief when it sprang free. He kicked his shoes off and dispensed with his pants and boxers. He knew he was probably making a mistake by not teaching Rowan what he wanted from her right from the get-go, but he found he was again sadly lacking in control. This was a sign of something different for certain. Jace normally had no problem making himself wait, but this time it felt absolutely unnecessary. He sheathed himself and slid over Rowan’s long body until he rested between her widespread thighs. His cock found its way home without any direction and fought up inside of her, her incredible heat and wetness easing the way. Fuck, when those silky thighs slid up to enclose his hips and her arms slipped around his shoulders, to hold him close, Jace forgot about teaching her, training her, forgot about being the dominant. His brain snagged on that errant thought. He was dominant, never needed to be , but this was right, this was what they both needed and he began to rut mindlessly. Rowan met him stroke for stroke, and he powered on until her body lost the rhythm and her pussy began to clench on him. Jace gritted his teeth and staved off his orgasm, fighting the pull of her sheath, swiveling his hips to prod her high up near her cervix, and she abruptly convulsed against him and moaned into his shoulder. Jace followed her over the edge and collapsed against the force of his climax, fighting to get his lungs working again before rolling off to one side. Shit, he hadn’t even kissed her.
     
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    Rowan lay beside Jace in the dimly lit room, waiting for her heart to slow down and her trembling to cease. She hadn’t expected it to be this way, thought there would be something different, something more, and then chided herself. The sex had been very, very good, better than any of her previous experiences, not that she had a lot to compare to. She had come, the first time being sexual with this man, and without clitoral stimulation. But she felt shortchanged somehow. She thought that they had used the