Capturing The Marshal's Heart (Escape From Texas) by Linda Carroll-Bradd Read Free Book Online Page A

length, then winked. “Impressive.”
    A groan rumbled from deep in his chest and he drew her down on top of him into a tight embrace. Her plump tits crushed into his chest and he couldn’t deny how right their bodies felt together. With gazes locked on each other, they used their hands to caress each inch of exposed skin, teasing each other to a feverish pitch.
    “Whoooeee!” She broke away and rolled off him, the bed frame creaking with the sudden movement. Propelling herself with her arms, she jumped from the bed and reached toward his feet, yanking the hems of his trousers until they started to slide down his hips.
    The pull of the fabric against his engorged ramrod inflamed him more. To keep himself from exploding, he eased himself up, balancing on elbows and heels.
    In only a few moments, she’d stripped off his clothes and stretched out next to him. Her hand caressed a circle over his chest and stomach. “Isn’t that better?”
    He kissed her nose. “Much.”
    As if they’d been together before, they snuggled into position, her softness fitting perfectly against his hard angles, her lively spirit filling the hollow insides of a solitary man.
    With an intent born of pure need, Slade ran his hand over a breast, toying with the nipple until she sighed, then ran his palm over her stomach to the waistband of her pantaloons. He slipped lower and probed the opening in her drawers until he felt the springy nest of curls covering her mound.
    In an instant, she stiffened in his arms, a resisting hand pressed hard against his chest. “You don’t have to do that.”
    “Jazzy, I’ve got to touch you.” Dropping kisses on her shoulder, he eased his hand downward so his fingers could delve into her silky folds. Deep in his chest, a knot loosened, one he hadn’t known was there. With each stroke along her moist, womanly furrow, he felt her body relax.
    At the same time, his own body tightened, with aching need. The raw need to be inside her.
    He pressed one finger into her honeyed channel and back out. Then again, deeper this time.
    Her breathing quickened and her hips angled upward, as if following his hand. “Oh, Slade, don’t stop.”
    He rubbed a knuckle around the hardened bud of her womanhood and felt it swell under his touch. In response, his shaft throbbed and fullness settled in his groin. With swift movements, he probed her channel, first with one finger, then with two, and massaged her bud with the pad of his thumb.
    Her hips bucked under his hand, and she drew up a leg close to her bottom to brace a foot on the springy mattress. As she lifted her hips, she rotated them and pressed against his hand.
    Slade kept up with her movements and dropped kisses on whatever bare skin he could reach, his own skin warming as he pleasured her body.
    “Oooh, I’m on fire.” Jazzy’s head tossed from side to side and her hand reached up to caress her own nipple, plucking at the tight bud with an increased tempo. “Help me, Slade.”
    The confusion in her voice didn’t match the unashamed way she touched herself. But Slade was too busy concentrating on her arousing body to contemplate that question. He scooted down a few inches and kissed his way from the rounded top of her tit to its rigid peak. His tongue swirled around the tip and he blew on it, enjoying how it puckered at his touch.
    Jazzy grabbed the back of his head and held him in place. A throaty moan escaped.
    His tongue flicked across her taut nipple, making it bead even tighter. Then he drew it into his mouth and continued swirling his tongue around the tight bud. The strokes of his tongue matched those of his fingers. His own need raged and he pressed his shaft against her hip.
    “Slade!” Jazzy cried out at the same moment she clamped a hand onto his shoulder and jerked her hips.
    From deep inside came waves of her completion, as dewy drops of her ecstasy dripped along his fingers, but he kept massaging her bud until her body quit shaking and relaxed.