Dearly Beloved by Jackie Ivie Read Free Book Online

such over-kill, it was laughable. Shawn Elliot truly expected her to believe this guy was a vampire now? It was exactly what he’d need for his prank. Laughably, so. Her body couldn’t seem to find that reaction however, as Dominick lunged upward, unlatching her legs to yank off his shirt and toss it somewhere behind him.
    Wow!
    Courtney’s mind went blank on a view of masculine perfection that came close to strangling her with the sucked-in breath. It seemed to create a like reaction in him, and now the open mouth exhibited fangs that looked even longer than before. Her heart wasn’t just reacting; it was attempting a leap right out of her breast. She clamped both hands there as he shoved backward to the floor, unhooked his pants and dropped them, without releasing her unblinking gaze. Not once.
    Her jaw dropped fully, especially as he stretched, as if preening for her gaze. The guy was strutting now? Was she that obvious?
    Of course you are, Courtney
. She tried to tell herself any woman would be, and shoved that thought aside the instant it surfaced. He wasn’t with any woman. He was with her. The guy was perfect, he was definitely locked, loaded and ready, and she was the woman here. And if he wanted her to believe he was some sort of vampire, it was fine with her. She didn’t care. Not one bit.
    “You did say yes?” He tipped his head slightly.
    She gulped, nodded, and then he leapt atop her. The bed rocked in submission, her gown had the same issue as he literally pulled it apart down the front, and her entire form wasn’t far behind. Courtney’s mouth latched onto his, devouring the kiss with a fervor born of need. Passion. Absolute craze. She was drowning without one drop of water involved.
    Harsh breath filled the enclave. Her lip split and she tasted blood…evaluated, and then reveled in it. Her fingers flew over his back, the fingernails sliding against flesh. Her legs wrapped about him, holding him to her, the position matching her earlier erotic vision. All of her pulsed toward him in an endless series of lunges. Desiring. Striving. Demanding. And wherever she touched sent sparks.
    He moved the kiss down her chin and to her throat, feeling like it opened flesh, and then he latched onto her again, sucking and licking and sending nothing of pain, and everything of ecstasy. Courtney rocketed with it, the canopy above her rotated before wide eyes, and then descended into raging red-colored want. Need. Hunger. The emotions pounded through her; rampant, base, overwhelming.
    His hands were hard, commanding, gripping to her hips to hold her pinned in position for his entry. It was Courtney who lunged up to join them, embracing and enwrapping, and taking everything he was, over and over, in an increasing volley of give and take. His hair had come loose, dropping strands of it to join hers, mingling dark and light about them.
    There was no control. There was only joining. The mattress rocked beneath them, assisting the wild movements. Heat built as fire-like flickers consumed the area. Throbbing pressure built, along with heart pounding, breath stealing need. Light infused the entire area and it didn’t emanate from any candle. She tried to clamp her eyes shut to all of it, but then such beauty hit, her eyes flew wide on everything. She was in a bow of absolute wonder, her mouth stretched to accommodate the cry as everything careened into a time-consuming vortex of ecstasy.
    The keen died away, absorbed into the deeply-voiced grunts that accompanied Dominick’s movements. Muscles bunched and retracted, his face scrunched in concentration, pumping in an ever-increasing motion that just kept building. Harder. Faster. Another spark ignited, flared, grew, and consumed, sending her into another realm of amazement, accompanied by another harsh, throat-tearing cry. And again.
    The man was a machine. A wonder. A complete mystery. Where Courtney gripped, she slipped; her arms, legs and entire frame alternately