Do Not Disturb by Stephanie Julian Read Free Book Online Page B

whipped his belt out of the loops and tossed it toward the sofa. Then he reached for his button.
    And left her hanging.
    She glanced up and found him staring down at her.
    “You first,” he said.
    He was playing with her. When was the last time she’d had playful sex?
    She couldn’t remember. Maybe not ever.
    Without looking away, she popped the button on her jeans and lowered her zipper. Then cocked an eyebrow at him.
    In her peripheral vision, she saw him do the same. She wanted to look but he held her gaze steady. Until he shoved his jeans down, taking his boxers with them, and she couldn’t resist. She had to look.
    And, oh, wow, she was glad she hadn’t resisted.
    “Not fair,” he murmured.
    Well, he’d gotten that right. It definitely wasn’t fair to cover his body. Guys sometimes looked funny standing there naked, their erect cocks standing out from their body like a piece of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit.
    Not Dane. Holy mother of—
    He should be starring in porn films made for women because oh, my god, he was perfect.
    “Tally, honey. My turn.”
    Yes, please.
    Trying not to rush, or fall flat on her face in an attempt to get her tight jeans off, she wriggled the denim down her legs, kicking off her short boots before bending to get the jeans around her ankles and then stepping out of them.
    Amazingly, when she looked up again, he stared at her like he wanted to devour her.
    “You are fucking beautiful.”
    She felt laughter bubble in her chest but couldn’t muster up the air because he’d stolen all of it. She could barely breathe, his gaze so hot, she swore it burned her skin everywhere it touched.
    And it touched everywhere.
    Starting at her head, Dane checked out every inch of her. By the time his gaze reached her toes and he started back up again, she wanted to clench her legs together because she was afraid he’d see the proof of her desire slicking the inside of her thighs.
    She’d left her underwear on deliberately, because she thought Dane would appreciate the matched set. She was pretty sure she’d guessed right.
    “You’re not going to hold it against me if the first time is really fucking fast, are you? I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”
    “Absolutely not. Go fast. But I’m holding you to a second time.”
    Eyes dark as ink as he smiled. “A girl after my own heart.”
    Reaching for her, he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her flush against him. His cock flattened against her stomach, iron hard and so hot. His lips were cool, though, when he lowered his head to kiss her again.
    But his calm was starting to fracture a little. His fingers bit into her skin a little more deeply. She really liked the feel of them against her flesh. She wanted him to lose even more control.
    Reaching behind him, she put her hand on his ass and squeezed. Jesus, the guy had a great ass, tight and sleek. Then she ran her hands up his back, feeling the play of muscle beneath the skin as his arms tightened around her and he flattened his hands on her ass. His fingers slid beneath her panties, teasing between her cheeks.
    She shuddered, arching against him, trying to ease some of that delicious ache between her legs. Knowing it would only ease when he made her come. Which she hoped would be soon. At least this first time. Next time, he could draw it out all he wanted.
    Maybe he needed a little incentive.
    Scoring her nails down his back made him groan, a sound that had her swallowing hard. Drawing her hand around to his front and wrapping her fingers around his cock got her a bite on the shoulder.
    She’d probably have a mark there and she couldn’t care less. What was hot sex without a few reminders?
    Pumping her fist along his cock from root to tip, she felt the shaft throb in her grip. The man had a gorgeous cock to go with his amazing body. Long and thick and perfectly straight.
    She wondered for a brief second if there was anything wrong with him, because right now she couldn’t