Burning Intensity by Elizabeth Lapthorne Read Free Book Online Page B

could only gape at him, the sensual fantasy he wove intoxicating her.
    James seemed to read her very well and his grin deepened, the twinkle in his eye now wicked with a sensual, vengeful lust.
    “Oh yeah, El. I might even restrain you, gag that luscious mouth of yours, though maybe I’d prefer to hear your cries. Do you have any idea how perfect you look right now, aroused, mussed from our lovemaking and enticed by the forbidden? Do I need to swing by the pharmacy first, though?”
    Her brain filled with naughty images of James fucking her up the arse, it took her a minute to piece together what he meant. Pharmacy? Condoms. She blinked the heady lust out of her gaze and focused on him. Before, they’d both shared blood tests and had moved on from using protection. She was on the pill, and so there’d been no need.
    They’d both been celibate in the interim, so she didn’t see any issue from her perspective.
    “I’m still on the pill,” she assured him. “So I’m okay with us continuing where we left off.”
    James grinned, a devilish cast to his face that had her blood pumping faster.
    “Well then,” he murmured.
    She shrieked as the hand that had been cupping her arse moved to spread her cheeks. He ran one finger over her tiny, puckered anus and caressed her right there. A million nerves sang to life, sensitive places and erogenous zones she hadn’t even realized existed.
    “I think—” A knock sounded at the door.
    Instantly alert, El tensed as did James. El’s muscles contracted, ready to spring into action. The ancient fight or flight instinct rode her hard. Rob’s voice cut through the air and she relaxed. She felt the tension seep out of James as well. He wriggled his hands around her arse, as if finding a more comfortable hold. El’s senses remained on alert, lust simmering just beneath the surface.
    “El? Waldron’s called. Are you all right in there? El?”
    “Your bloody buggering partner and his poor sense of timing hasn’t changed either.” James sighed. He grinned wryly at her and El had to stifle a chuckle.
    Rob’s timing had been…interruptive a few times in the past.
    “El?” Rob knocked harder on the door. His tone had raised and she knew if she didn’t respond he’d start to worry.
    Standing, it was only as her slacks started to slip down her hips that she recalled her state of disarray. Decadent satisfaction and mild amusement instantly transformed into agitation.
    “I can’t answer the door like this,” she said, somewhat horrified. Her fingers were sticky with James’ juices. She was naked from the waist up, her pants unclasped. She didn’t even want to consider the mess her hair must be or the small marks from their intimacy that would be over her body.
    “Uh, just a second, Rob,” she called out and raced to the sink. Turning the tap on, she washed her hands and scrubbed at her face, making certain the area around her mouth was clean. Even so, she feared Rob would take one look at her and spot something to indicate she’d just given an earth-shattering blow job to her thief.
    Turning the tap off, she then got dressed super quickly. El rushed to where her bra and shirt were strewn and yanked them on. James still sat back on the couch, rumpled and mostly naked. El grinned at him even as she waved a hand at him to get up.
    “You can’t answer the door like that,” she said in a hushed tone, hoping her partner couldn’t hear through the door. Even though less than a minute had passed, Rob had been suspiciously quiet since she’d called out. Her partner was incredibly intelligent, and she didn’t think it would take a rocket scientist to understand the delay. The longer it drew out, however, the more embarrassment she would suffer.
    James stood and started righting his appearance. The lazy, satisfied glow, however, was not something he could just wipe off. Huffing out a soft laugh, El picked up her hair tie and ran her fingers through her long hair, pulling it