Denver: A Bad Boy Romance (FMX Bros Book 3) by Tess Oliver Read Free Book Online Page B

around my shoulders.
    Denver came up behind with his jeans still slung open and his shirt and shoes in hand. I opened the blanket up like a cape, and he stepped into it. I pressed my body against his. The skin on his chest was cold and smooth. “Just so you know, I don’t invite just anyone under my blanket.”
    “Is that right?” He peered down at me through clumps of dark, wet lashes as he wrapped his arms around me. “I just figured you were trying to mooch some of my body heat.”
    I folded myself into his arms and suddenly became very aware of the erection straining against his underwear. I reached forward and brushed my hand along the line of dark hair leading down into his jeans. He sucked in his hard stomach muscles at the feel of my cold fingers on his skin. I let my hand travel farther and rubbed my thumb against the tip of his cock as it pushed against the cotton fabric.
    Denver pulled in a deep breath before grabbing hold of my arms. This time his kiss was more urgent with just the right amount of punishment as his mouth devoured mine.
    “Let’s get out of here,” he muttered without lifting his mouth from mine.
    We grabbed up our things and managed to make short work of the two block distance back to the house. Denver grabbed the keys from his pocket and fumbled with them for a second before managing to unlock the door. He ushered me inside.
    I dropped my shoes, jeans and the blanket on the floor. I heard the door shut a little harder than necessary behind me and turned around just as Denver reached for me. He twirled me so that my back was against the door. I was sandwiched between the door and his hard body, a perfectly acceptable predicament with the way I was feeling.
    One strong hand held me while the other braced against the door. “God, you’re something, Holliday,” he growled against my mouth as his hand slid up beneath my shirt, smoothing along my bare back. He paused the kiss just long enough to yank off my shirt.
    I smoothed my palm over the hard muscles of his shoulders and chest. He had several strategically placed tattoos, just enough black ink to work with the rest of him, cool, calm and confident. “Earlier, I told myself, take it easy, Jami. This is the type of guy to savor, slow and easy and tantalizing. That’s what I told myself.” I reached for his jeans and pushed them down to his thighs.
    My head dropped back against the door as he lowered his mouth to my breasts. His fingers hooked around the bra straps and he pulled them down as his tongue and mouth caressed me. “But I don’t have that kind of self-control,” I said on a whisper. “You’re like one big, delicious chocolate truffle. No savoring. Just pop the whole damn thing and enjoy.”
    He stopped and smiled up at my analogy. “I like your way of thinking.”
    I dropped my gaze down to the erection that was nearly bursting out of the briefs. “And I like the way you look in this underwear. I think I could be having the worst damn day in my life, and if you stepped into the room wearing just this pair of briefs, my whole day would turn around.”
    “Should I keep them on?” he asked with a crooked smile.
    “Hell no.” I reached down to his waistband and tugged them down. They dropped to his feet. “Oh shit, you’re perfect. Head to toe and the stuff in between.” I swallowed hard. Looking at him was like looking at art. “Now I feel completely self conscious.”
    “Are you fucking kidding?” He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the couch. “I can’t get enough of you, of looking at you, of listening to you, of touching you.” He lowered me onto the couch and knelt down on the ground next to it. His gaze brushed over me in such a way that it felt as if he was dragging his fingertips over my skin. Then he lifted his hand and placed it on my belly, letting it linger there for a few seconds, almost as if he was waiting for me to say no.
    Little chance of that. I parted my thighs in invitation, and