Burning Intensity by Elizabeth Lapthorne Read Free Book Online

they’d both been on, but he knew in his soul there was no other woman alive for him. Only El. This time, he swore she wouldn’t get away.
     
    It had been six long, unbearable months since she’d felt James’ touch. There’d been no one since him or for quite a while before him, either, but El never would have guessed that a bit of a suck on her breast and a few strokes of his fingers would have her coming harder than she could recall experiencing before.
    Sure, the man had magic fingers—in a number of respects—but really, she couldn’t believe it had only needed a bit of a lick and tickle.
    “You didn’t make it to the party,” she murmured as she lifted her head from his shoulder. Swiping her hair from her eyes, she smiled at her lover.
    “We’re only beginning,” he replied. His eyes shone and she could hear the happiness in his tone, that faintly smug, male satisfaction she often heard from him when he felt pleased with himself.
    Grinning, she tilted her head and softly kissed him. They explored tenderly with their lips. Re-learning each other with a slow, easy pace. Opening her mouth she then flicked her tongue out, tangled it with his and enjoyed the stirring she felt in her body. The knot of tension she’d held in her belly had disintegrated upon her climax, but flames once again licked at her as the ever-present chemistry between them ignited her senses once again.
    James stroked her inner walls with his fingers and her body jolted—the pleasure ratcheting up once again. El lifted her hips, one hand lowering to gently remove him from her pussy.
    “Easy, tiger,” she panted, her need already spiraling out of control again. “You’ve taken the edge off—six months is quite a celibacy stretch—but this time I want to come with you, not by myself.”
    She met his gaze, faintly chagrined that she’d admitted to him that she’d not been touched since the last time they’d seen one another. El was both pleased, and embarrassed, that it was out there now. James’ eyes were soft—she got the feeling he was happy with her comment.
    “I haven’t wanted anyone else either. You didn’t need to tell me, but thank you.”
    Grinning wickedly now, she used her thighs to push his legs apart. Reaching a foot carefully down to the floor, she got her balance, opened his legs and knelt between them. With a palm to each of his hips she scooted him forward so he sat on the edge of the couch. Mimicking his earlier motion, she dipped her hands beneath the elastic waistband of his pants and pushed the thin material down so his thick, long length sprang free.
    Slick with juices, stiff as a board and flushed a dark color, James’ erection was a welcome sight.
    “Mmm,” she murmured. She licked her lips, recalling vividly the numerous times she’d sucked him off with great enthusiasm. She loved to drink him down. It gave the added side-benefit of taking the edge off for him before he pounded into her, fucking her blind, deaf and absolutely dumb.
    She was beyond eager for an encore. It had been forever.
    Wrapping her fingers around his base, she spent a moment stroking the crinkly hairs protecting him.
    “When you opened the door and I saw your little trail, I wanted to do this,” she confessed, her voice incredibly thick and husky. Deciding they could talk later, she moved closer, tilted her head and licked from his navel, down his flat tummy, and followed the enticing path of faint, short hairs.
    James shuddered and she recalled in a blinding flash that he was particularly sensitive on the skin beneath his belly.
    El murmured, but the words all jumbled together, her brain frying as instinct took over. A hot flush of need washed over her as she was delighted by his words. Lightly, with infinite care and tenderness, she scraped her teeth over his skin. His body twitched and she knew the reaction was part ticklish, part sexual ecstasy. She repeated the caress, licking the spot for good measure.
    This elicited a