Buying His Bride (The Donovan Brothers Trilogy Book 1) by Alison Ashlyn Read Free Book Online Page B

They exchanged no conversation in the hotel elevator going down to street level, the atmosphere thickening between them with each step.
    When they emerged from the lobby, Michael’s car and driver were waiting at the curb. As before, the driver held the door, Michael handed Sierra into the vehicle, gave the driver directions, then closed the shaded privacy screen
    When he faced her, Sierra’s breath caught at the desire on his face, and then she had no more time to think as Michael reached for her, dragging her half onto his lap and into his arms. His mouth came down on hers in a kiss that was devastating from the start.
    Neither sweet, as their last kiss, nor exploratory, as their first, this one spoke of hunger and unmet need as their tongues tangled. Sierra clutched Michael’s shoulders, and he tumbled her hair from its loose knot.
    “I’ve wanted to do this all evening,” he muttered, lifting his mouth for a moment. “Bed hair. All I could think of was taking it down and running my hands through it.”
    Dizzy with desire, Sierra said, “It’s Jen. She did it this way.” She couldn’t remember when she’d last felt such a strong sexual pull. She only knew she wanted more.
    “Well, God bless Jen, then.” Michael took her mouth in another soul-stirring kiss. Sierra arched to meet him, obeying the long-suppressed instincts of her body. She embraced him under his suit jacket, fisting her hands in his shirt, and he whispered, “Yes, that’s it, Sierra. Touch me.”
    Beneath her bottom, she could feel Michael growing hard as he had on the dance floor. It was incredibly exciting. She hadn’t felt this way in years. She shifted, pressing down and eliciting a groan from him.
    Slipping her hand between the buttons of Michael’s shirt, she explored his hot skin, the brush of chest hair, and at last, the soft nipple that came to attention under her caress. His response to her touch was swift and strong, his burgeoning erection taut against her buttocks.
    Sierra lost all sense of time and caution as he half-laid her down on the soft leather back seat, kissing her, nuzzling her neck. Outside the car, the city sped by, but behind the dark tinted windows and the privacy screen that separated them from the driver, their passion flared. Only the sound of their heightened breathing and the whisper of shifting clothing broke the silence.
    Their touching grew more urgent. Her long-dormant desire awakened, Sierra communicated her need in a kiss that stated her demands without words. Michael wrenched his lips from hers, breathing heavily, and began working his way down her neck.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    Was that strangled sound really her own voice?
    One of his hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress, and he cursed at the gossamer-thin pantyhose. How she wanted both his hot hands on her skin. It had been too long since she’d felt such sensations.
    She wanted that. She wanted more.
    He moved his hand toward the waistband, but she stopped him. “No.”
    He drew back, misinterpreting her.
    “No,” she whispered. “Rip them.”
    She held his gaze, reached down, and snagged a tear in the nylon that covered where her leg joined her body. “Like this,” she whispered again, rending the fabric.
    With a strangled sound deep in his throat, he ripped the nylons hard. The dim light revealed the soft white skin of her inner thighs and the silk of her panties, damp with the slickness of her arousal.
    “You’re gorgeous.”
    “Touch me,” she demanded, as he’d requested of her.
    He kissed her deeply and at the same time eased a cautious finger beneath the elastic. She was hot and wet, and she bucked her hips as he entered her with his finger. She couldn’t believe she was responding with such abandon, but she didn’t care. It had been so long.
    Continuing the deep mating of their tongues, he dampened his finger with her slickness and then found the hidden nub of her desire. She cried out against his mouth as he built