Brooklyn Flame (A Bridge & Tunnel Romance #1) by Mira Gibson Read Free Book Online

him, her shins meeting the couch. He liked how her gaze traveled the length of his body and when he detected the slightest smirk causing the corners of her mouth to lift, as she eyed his erection, Hunter was dying to find out what she might do next.
    In a whisper, she said, “I’m tempted.”
    “So am I.”
    “Stop talking,” she ordered, though her tone was smooth. “No more questions.” She planted her knee on the couch and straddled him, looking down at his body, but didn’t lower. He could feel the heat rolling off of her, as she added, “If we do this, I’m not going to want to see you again.”
    Christ, she was perfect. Not that he never wanted to see her again, but a woman who was willing to take what she craved with no plans of looking back, was incredibly sexy.
    Still, he wondered how this might play out. “Won’t you need to finish your sculpture?” When she glared at him, he said, “Sorry. No talking. Got it.”
    “I’m pretty good at working from memory as long as it’s fresh in my mind.”
    She was lowering down and soon he felt the wet heat of her soft labia resting along his hard shaft. The weight of her, the sight of her breasts, her hair spilling over them, and the smooth wall of her stomach, the shape of her hips, was almost more than he could take, and when Greer began arching and tucking her back, sliding the slick sheath of her vagina up and down his erection to stimulate herself without inviting the length of him inside, Hunter knew it would be his undoing.
    He groaned and reminded himself not to move, though his hips were already bucking.
    Leaning forward, Greer planted her hands on the couch above his shoulders and as soon as she did, the tips of her locks hung in his face, but she smoothed them away so he could glance at her breasts. She was growing more and more wet, slipping along his penis where a drop of dew emerged.
    “I want to touch you so badly,” he groaned.
    “Okay,” she whispered in a breathy moan.
    Slowly and without any sudden movements, he cupped her breasts. They were exactly a handful and beyond perfect because of it. As he gently grazed his thumbs over her nipples, hoping she would like the stimulation, Greer let out another breathy moan.
    “I can lick these,” he offered, but soon realized she was floating off into her own world and might not have heard him. Her eyes were closed and she was thrusting along his erection with more and more pressure, using him to work herself into the degree of foreplay she required. “I can lick you.”
    He was getting lost in the feel of her, but soon wondered if she was readying herself to take his hard erection inside of her, or if this was the main event. Not that he would turn his nose up at it. A sexy woman masturbating herself against his cock was right up there with Christmas, but if he wasn’t going to see her again, ideally they would use the time to fuck.
    Hoping all she needed was a little incentive, he told her, “I’m really good with angles. I can work your clit when I’m inside you. Scout’s honor. Promise.”
    She smiled, relaxing into a breathy laugh, as she opened her eyes and met his gaze.
    “I don’t sleep with just anyone,” she explained.
    “Yeah,” he said, glancing around. “This is nothing like sleeping together.”
    Gently, she smacked his face, but it was playful.
    “I’m paying you,” she pointed out. “So I really can’t turn this into something illegal.”
    He couldn’t argue with her there, except to say, “Then don’t pay me.”
    “You’re kidding?” She slowed her sensual gyration along his erection, poised to hear his response, but when he bucked his hips, prodding her to continue, she began stirring all over again.
    “I’m not kidding,” he said. “I want to thrust into you and feel you and fuck you and watch you come all over my dick. You’re kind of killing me right now.”
    Again, she stilled, but this time she took a moment to really study his expression and