Drawn Together by Lauren Dane Read Free Book Online

him even harder.
    “Roll over. Ass up. Head down.”
    She complied so easily he had to take a deep breath and count to ten before he touched his cock to put the condom on.
    “Goddamn, you’re like a work of art.”
    He lined up at the notch of her cunt and pressed in, the breath leaving him. So hot she scalded him through the latex. She pressed back, taking him in deep and he slapped her ass without thinking. Then he snatched his hand back, unable to tear his gaze from the rising, red handprint he’d created.
    But she didn’t punch him or recoil in horror. Instead her cunt gripped him tighter, so tight he nearly saw stars when he had to close his eyes to get his control back.
    “I decide the pace.”
    “All right.”
    He rewarded her with a hard thrust and she gave him a moan that shot through his system.
    Her skin was beautiful and pale. The mark he made only spiced the edge of his hunger. He wanted to see a bite mark, or the bruise from his thumb. Wanted to know she’d wear the evidence of the way he’d been in her, long after she’d left his house.
    Greed for her seemed to rush through him. Desire so deep he struggled against it until he realized there was no way out and simply gave in. She’d been different from the first moment he’d spoken to her. Hell, even before that as he’d caught sight of her at the edges of the few events they’d both been part of.
    He ran his hands over her curves, over the nip of her waist, the bumps of her vertebrae, the sweet flesh of her ass.
    And he gave it another slap. Again, harder than he’d imagined.

    It burned. The pain, for long moments, had roused her from that lazy pleasure at the way he’d felt when he’d worked his cock into her pussy. And then the burn spread. Slow and delicious. Tingling.
    And then . . . he’d told her he controlled the pace. He’d ordered her around, and for the first time in her life, instead of reacting and pushing back, she let him. And it had been . . . really, really good.
    So she let it be.
    He’d given her an orgasm from his mouth that had pretty much devastated the memory of every other damned orgasm she’d ever had. And her sex life had been really healthy and awesome. So really, what was the point in arguing when he clearly delivered on the promise to make her feel good?
    His cock was fat. Filling her just right. His hands had settled at her hips, fingers digging in to control her movement as he’d begun to fuck her in short, hard digs that sent her tits brushing against the blanket beneath her. Sending slow waves of pleasure through her when she’d just come moments before.
    He had game all right.
    Jonah fucked her at his pace. Just like he’d said. Slow and hard. A fairly irresistible combination. She’d fallen into a place, a dreamy sort of consciousness, floating on the pleasure, flattered—insanely so—that he so clearly found her desirable.
    One hand let go and he got closer as he reached around her waist and down, finding her pussy. She sucked in a breath as he tugged the ring and then squeezed her clit. He played awhile, seemingly testing her to find what she liked best. And then he worked it, over and over and over, until she was coming again and he grunted a strained curse and pushed in deep.
    They fell to the mattress. He disappeared for a few moments and came right back, putting an arm over her waist and then pulling her close.
    “When I regain the ability to move again, I have ice cream in my freezer.”
    “You’re going to propose some sort of Faustian bargain, aren’t you?” She mumbled this into the hard muscle of his biceps. “I mean, awesome sex, great food and now ice cream? Will I have to give you my soul?”
    He chuckled. “Maybe.”
    And she still didn’t run.

4
    He really couldn’t have said why he found himself standing in front of Written On The Body just three days later.
    Which was a total lie. The reason lay just inside. Jonah hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. Her voice,