Burn for You: Outback Skies, Book 2 by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online Page B

his teeth. Sucked on the wound and then rained a slew of hot kisses over her throat, her collarbones.
    Her knees trembled. Her belly clenched. Her pussy fluttered. Fluttered. When had it last done that? Not with just-harmless-flirting Richard, that was for certain. Not with any of the guys she dated after him.
    In fact, the last time her pussy had behaved the way it was now, contracting and constricting around a cock not there, had been on the helipad over twelve hours ago, when Evan had perched her on the bull bar of the Land Cruiser and almost kissed her to the brink of an orgasm.
    And the time before that had been the last time she’d seen Evan while he and Tracey had still been married, when she’d still been Tracey’s friend and the three of them had gone swimming at Manly Beach.
    He’d been the epitome of physical excellence back then.
    But now…now he was more.
    Meeting his passion with equal hunger, she tangled her hand in his hair and lashed her tongue over his. His grip on her wrist behind her back tightened. His cock pulsed against her mons.
    When he dragged his lips down over her chin, when he smoothed his free hand up her ribcage to palm her breast through the silk of her shirt, it was all she could do to not melt into a puddle of pleasure.
    “Oh G-God…oh…f-fuck…Ev-Evan…that’s…that’s so…” The rest of her exclamation dissolved into a choppy groan as he dragged his thumb over the pebbled tip of her breast. For a woman known in the television news world as being more articulate than anyone else, she was having great difficulty speaking.
    She pushed her hips harder to his, the steel pressure of his erection flooding her core with impatient heat.
    He nipped at the length of her neck. Sucked on the sensitive skin at the base of her throat, just above her collarbone. She whimpered, and then moaned louder when he pinched her nipple through her shirt and bra.
    Her whole body thrummed with need.
    Need he’d created in her. Need he was going to tend to. Now.
    Yanking her wrist free of his grip, she buried her hands in his hair—knocking his cap from his head as she did so—and jerked his face up to hers. She fixed her stare on his, not remotely trying to hide how affected she was by their kiss. Nor how much she wanted him.
    “Fuck me, Evan,” she demanded, grinding the curve of her sex to the engorged pole of his cock. “I want you inside me.”
    His nostrils flared. “Jenna. I—”
    She bunched her fists tighter in his hair. Shook her head. “For six years, I fantasied about making love to you. Do you really think I care about anything at this point in time but having you inside me? Do you think I’m so shallow a few scars are going to turn me off?”
    A dark fire danced in his eyes. His jaw bunched.
    She drew closer to him, wishing to hell the light was on or the moon was full. She needed him to see the truth in her face as well as hear it in her voice. “I. Want. You,” she said, holding his stare. “You.”
    He grew motionless. The muscles in his jaw knotted again. She saw his Adam’s apple slide up and down the strong column of his throat and then, before she could register what he was doing, he slammed her to the wall.
    Pinned her there with his hips, his thighs, and ravished her mouth.
    She gave herself over to the anger of his kiss. He was angry, but with whom she didn’t know. Himself? Tracey? Her?
    It didn’t matter. Not in that second.
    In that second, what mattered was Evan was surrendering to the need inside him. His need for her.
    She clung to his shoulders, feasting on his lips as much as he did hers. When she smoothed her hands up his neck to cup his jaw, he growled into her mouth.
    Hard fingers wrapped her right wrist, yanking her hand from the left side of his face. He rammed her wrist to the wall beside her head, his kiss growing hungrier.
    He rubbed his cock against the curve of her sex in powerful strokes that sent her blood rushing straight to her clit, her pussy