Caribbean Casanova by Jenna Bayley-Burke Read Free Book Online Page A

whatever it took to keep his brothers together.
    He didn’t like the thrilling trepidation he felt when he thought of Holly, and yet he couldn’t shake it. The closest he’d come to easing the ache was here, now. His lips seconds away from hers.
    He’d been captivated by that full, pink pout all day. If being close to her lessened the anxiety, he knew what would cure it.
    Something about the way her lips parted and her breath stuttered sent fire racing through his body. She might not say yes, but she wouldn’t say no, and that was enough for him right now.
    He whispered her name and her eyes closed, so he brought his mouth to hers. He brushed their lips together then nipped at the ripe softness of her bottom lip. She reached out and stroked his earlobe, then threaded her fingers in his hair.
    “Harm?” she whispered before tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue.
    He moved to deepen the kiss, but she fisted her hand, using his hair to hold him off. His eyes widened as he stared at her now-serious expression.
    “It’s not that I don’t want to climb on top of you and ride you until you scream. But I also want to eat a hot-fudge sundae every night, and neither option is good for me.”
    “Think about tonight, not every night. We can decide that later.” His cock thickened in his pants, pressing against the confinement. He resisted the urge to adjust, knowing nothing would make him more comfortable until he was inside of Holly. And he would be. Soon.
    He moved to roll on top of her, but somehow she leveraged his momentum until she was atop him. Even better. She pressed her hands at the inside of his elbows, pinning his arms to his sides. He wasn’t sure he could get out of it without hurting her. As much as he hated giving up control, he had to admit it was sexy as fuck.
    “Oh, Harm. You can’t get heavy handed with me.” Holly leaned down until her face was inches from his, her long dark hair falling around them like a curtain. With her knees on the outside of his thighs, she pressed her shins onto his.
    “Sweetheart, you’re straddling me. Do with me what you will.” He licked his lips and saw her gaze follow the path.
    She dipped her head a little more and nudged the side of his nose with hers. Then she fitted her mouth to his and kissed him with exquisite slowness. Little by little, she sampled and tasted, allowing him to do the same. She had a honeyed flavor he couldn’t get enough of that had him lifting his head and trying to get closer.
    Holly pulled away and gasped. “You’re doing it, aren’t you?”
    “What?” He tried to capture her again, but she held herself above him.
    “With your tongue, showing me what you can do?”
    He grinned, wondering if he had been. Not consciously, but now that she mentioned it… “Why don’t you find out?”
    “Are you always this cocky?”
    He lifted his hips and pressed his hardened length against her. “You have no idea.”
    Holly wiggled down, adjusting herself until the heat of her core covered the length of him. He groaned and grit his teeth, barely containing the urge to flip her over and bury himself in her.
    “There’s a condom in my pocket.” He pushed up into her again, needing the pressure to keep him from going mad.
    “We don’t need a condom. I told you earlier, I’m not sleeping with you. In fact, I’ve been telling you that all night.” She shifted against him, a tantalizing friction that only deepened his desire and hardened his cock. “And yet here you are, trying to tempt me with your quick tongue and your long dick.”
    “ Schatje , I’m not trying. You want it, and I’m at your mercy. Take me any way you want.”
    She moved against him and this time the head of his dick pushed out of his slacks. He gasped as she rocked, the waistband of his pants brushing against the sensitive ridge. If he’d thought to take off his shirt, she’d be able to see what she was doing to him as she moved against his shaft.
    He yanked one