Capture the Rainbow by Iris Johansen Read Free Book Online

have your hands on me.”
    She felt that now familiar breathlessness, accompanied by the sensation of melting. “I want that, too,” she said faintly. Her palms came up to rest lightly against his chest; her fingers brushed the lapels of his jacket aside. She could feel the abrupt jerk of his heart beneath her hand and the heat of his skin through the fine material of his dress shirt. Then she was eagerly unbuttoning his shirt and slipping her hands inside to run them curiously over the hard muscular wall of his chest. She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious smoothness of his sleek warm flesh covering that exciting hardness of tendon and muscle. She could feel her palms tingle as the blood rushed to the sensitive surface. She took her time exploring the patch of dark wiry hair on his chest and the tiny pale nipples that hardened with amazing speed. Her fingertips brushed lightly over their rigid nubs. She heard him chuckle and her eyes flew open.
    “I thought I could stand a little erotic foreplay, but I hadn’t counted on my responses being quite so urgent.” He took a step backward and drew a deep, shaky breath, releasing her. “I think it’s time we indulged another of my fantasies. Let me see how you look gowned in rainbows, love.” He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it carelessly on the low chest at the foot of the bed. “I want to undress you myself.”
    His hands reached out to cup the fullness of her breasts through the chiffon, and her breasts instantly responded. His grasp tightened around her, his gaze fastened on the pale cleavage bared by the gown. “God, I can’t wait to see you,” he said thickly. “I want to lose myself between your breasts. I want to use my tongue and teeth on them and see them come alive for me.” His thumbs brushed the engorged tips of her breasts and he said teasingly, “I’m glad to see that you feel the same way, sweetheart.” He drew her close, his hands searching for the fastening of her gown. His lips brushed her temple in a butterfly caress as he slowly eased the zipper down her back. “You feel so good against me,” he whispered, his tongue stroking the inner curve of her ear.
    A shiver ran through her that had nothing to do with the temperature. Kendra felt as if she were burning up, the blood racing through her veins at a pace that was almost painful. She sagged against him, her knees as shaky as the time she had made her first parachute jump. When his hand slipped inside her dress to rub the naked hollow at the small of her back, she flinched as if touched by a hot brand. A little moan broke from her and her hands wound around his waist as she clung to him almost desperately. “Joel, it’s crazy,” she said. “I never—”
    “Do you think I don’t know that,” he interrupted roughly. “None of it makes sense.” His deft hands were feverishly molding and stroking the smooth satin of her back. “I’ve barely touched you and I’m so ready I’m aching like hell.”
    She heard the trace of resentment mixed with desire in his voice, but this time she didn’t even try to interpret it. She was too lost in sensation to be conscious of anything but the aching emptiness that throbbed deep within her.
    Then Joel was pushing her gown down over her hips until it fell to her ankles in a pool of diaphanous chiffon.
    She heard Joel’s breath catch and then expel sharply as his eyes regarded her with lingering possessiveness. She stood before him wearing only a minute pair of satin bikinis and her high-heeled sandals, but she felt no embarrassment or shyness. She thought of her body as a useful tool and cared for it with the same impersonal attention. She had a good body, strong and graceful and in most cases capable of meeting the demands she put upon it. Now Joel was about to demand something entirely different, and she was responding with an eagerness that left no room for hesitation.
    He slowly reached out a hand to hover over one full breast. He