BTW: I Love You (Mills & Boon M&B) (One Hot Fling - Book 1) by Heidi Rice Read Free Book Online

wasn’t promising more than she could deliver, ‘you’ll have to get a move on.’
    He laughed as he let her haul him out of the door.
    Adrenalin and desperation surged through Rye’s body as he slammed the bedroom door shut. She stood before him, her breath panting out in ragged gasps and those bright green eyes feverish with desire. He grabbed a handful of the sweatshirt, yanked her into his arms.
    ‘I want you naked,’ he murmured into her curls as his hands clasped her hips, found the soft, seductive flesh beneath.
    She felt smooth and warm and perfect, her lush little body vibrating as he dragged the sweatshirt over her head and threw it away. Her full breasts swayed, mesmerising him, the nipples large and red, like ripe strawberries.
    Her lips lifted but she looked wary all of a sudden—and much less sure of herself.
    He cupped one full orb in his palm and bent to suckle the rigid peak.
    She gave a soft little sob, sank her fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth. The scent of her, the taste assailed him and then panic struck.
    He had to get inside her. Now, before he lost the erection. He couldn’t wait, couldn’t play, couldn’t risk taking the time to pleasure her too much.
    Dragging his mouth away from the feast of flesh, he tumbled her back onto the bed. Struggling with his fly, his fingers frantic, he released the mammoth erection, still gloriously hard. It took him several crucial moments more to kick off his jeans. Drag off his own T-shirt.
    He looked up to see her watching him. Propped on her elbows, her mouth dropped open as she stared. The shell-shocked look on her face gave him a burst of pride. She wasn’t gaping at the scars; she didn’t look disgusted—she looked astonished.
    She didn’t know the half of it. And, hopefully, she never would.
    ‘The condoms are in the bedside table,’ he said in a strained voice. ‘Can you get them?’ It would take him too long to shuffle over there.
    She nodded and rolled over, pulling a foil packet out as he eased onto the bed, trying not to jostle his leg.
    ‘Do you want me to do it?’ she asked, her voice shaky.
    ‘In a minute.’ He curved a hand round her waist, then hooked his fingers in the hot pink knickers.
    He could give her a minute. At least.
    She lifted her hips and he drew the swatch of lace down slender, toned legs. God, if only he could risk taking his time. He wanted to feast on her for an eternity. She smelled so good, looked so delicious, the dim light from the storm outside gilding her pearly-white skin and making his groin throb all the harder. But fear and panic barked in his head like angry dogs, threatening the promise of pleasure, so tantalisingly close.
    He pulled her slim body clumsily beneath him, slanted his lips across hers. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in shallow pants as his tongue delved. Hecupped her sex, felt her buck as he sank seeking fingers into tight tender flesh.
    Thank God. She was ready. Hot, wet, slick with need.
    He ripped the foil open with his teeth, his breath sawing as he rolled the condom on one-handed.
    Pain stabbed in his leg, panic clawing at his throat as he adjusted her hips, nestled between her thighs.
    Do it now. Before you lose it all again.
    She gasped something, grasped his neck, but he couldn’t hear her through the rush of blood in his ears, the need and desperation tightening like a fist around his heart.
    He thrust deep. The surge of power, of pleasure, of triumph so intense he couldn’t breathe.
    The velvet flesh closed so tight around him he had to withdraw, thrust again. At last he settled deep, the blast of raw heat incredible. His hips pistoned, the pain in his leg forgotten as the orgasm, cruel, elemental, unstoppable, roared through him.
    He shouted out his release and charged over the edge, his lungs bursting, the wondrous euphoria raging through him like the storm outside.

CHAPTER SIX
    M ADDY stared at the plaster moulding on the ceiling, her