Deadly Is the Kiss by Rhyannon Byrd Read Free Book Online Page B

her tight. Sweat dampened the roots of his hair as he ran his hands up the sides of her body, then back down, wanting to touch her everywhere at once. Needing it so badly the hunger was like a physical thing in his body, punching against his skin…destroying his reason.
Before he even knew what he was doing, his shaking fingers were working open the button on her jeans, then jerking down the zipper. She cried out as he quickly shoved a hand into the front of her panties, the sharp sound becoming a breathless moan when he cupped her warm sex in his palm and gave a predatory growl. Her delicate hands were on the sides of his neck, clutching him to her, her tongue sliding against his in a way that made his blood boil. Heat poured off him in blistering, sweltering waves as he shoved two thick fingers inside the slick, narrow opening of her body, stretching tender tissues, surprised by how perfect and small she felt. By how tightly she gripped him.
“I knew,” he groaned, nipping her mouth with his teeth as he pushed his fingers deeper into that hot, melting honey. “I fucking knew you were going to feel like this.”
He also knew that if he didn’t pull back, right now, he was going to nail her sweet little ass to that elevator wall, hard and fast and rough. But he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t pull away. Hell, he didn’t even want to. She was drenching his hand, her plush, cushiony sheath clamping down on him as he pulled back his fingers, then thrust them deep into that tight, wet heat again, his thumb settling against the swollen knot of her clit in a firm, relentless rhythm. She arched against him, tearing her mouth from his as she gulped in air, her head falling back against the mirrored corner as he worked her with his fingers, going harder…deeper, his actions borne not from decades of practiced seductions, but a wrenching desperation to punish her with pleasure, needing her to feel the same biting need that he did. He wanted her to burn with it. Wanted her to feel empty and hollow every single time she looked at him, aching to have him inside her.
Slowly, as if her body was heavy with sensation, she lifted those long lashes, locking her hazy, passion-thick gaze with his. Then she shocked the hell out of him by lowering her eyes…and putting her hands on the top button of his fly.
Ashe made a sound unlike any he’d ever made before—half growl, half sob—his cock so hard he thought be might go off at the merest brush of her fingers.
Gritting his teeth, he managed to choke out three rough, guttural words. “I won’t stop.”
It was a warning—one she didn’t heed as she caught her lower lip in her teeth and continued on with the buttons, the task a difficult one given the size of the heavy erection caught beneath the denim. And then she was pushing the front of his boxers lower, his body jerking with a hard shudder as she wrapped her cool fingers around him in a firm, eager hold.
Overwhelmed by the sensation of finally having his woman’s hands on him, Ashe forgot how to breathe, his heart pumping in his chest to a hard, hammering beat.
With his pulse roaring in his ears, he barely heard the small, choked sound that slipped past her kiss-swollen lips as she got her first good look at his shaft. He could sense her apprehension as she took in his size and the hard proof of just how badly he wanted her—but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gripped him tighter, the feel of her soft hand better than any sex he’d had in…damn, he couldn’t even remember. He was too experienced, too damn jaded, to be pushed to the edge by something as tame as a hand job, but apparently his body failed to recall that particular fact, because he was on the verge of exploding.
As she continued to stroke him, Ashe had to lock his knees to keep them from buckling. He rubbed her clit with more pressure as he pumped his fingers into her, their gazes locked on the erotic movement of their hands. Needing to feel her come, unable to