Easy For Keeps: A Boudreaux Novella (The Boudreaux Series) by Kristen Proby Read Free Book Online

expecting these words from him.
    I’ve been wet all night, from his touch, from his words, and now my whole body is on fire.
    “How are you feeling?” he asks, watching me intently.
    “Adam?”
    “Yes.”
    “Take me home and fuck me until I can’t walk.”
    A smile spreads over his face as he leans in to grab my ass in his hands and kiss my cheek, my neck, my lips.
    “My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.”
     

Chapter Five
    ~Adam~
     
     
    God, I want her. I can’t get the key into the doorknob because my hands are shaking from the utter lust running through me.
    I would have fucked her in my car, but that’s not where I want to take her for the first time.
    Maybe next time.
    Just when I’m on the verge of busting my own door down, I get it open, usher Sarah inside, and simply drop my keys to the floor, pin her against the closed door, and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in.
    She plants her hands on my sides and fists my shirt.
    “You smell so damn good,” I mutter and kiss the soft flesh of her neck. She’s pulled my shirt out of my pants and her hands are on my skin, and it’s pure heaven.
    “Adam,” she whispers.
    “Yes, sweetheart.”
    “I’m going to need you to get naked now.”
    I chuckle, delighted in her. I get the feeling that she hasn’t been with anyone in a while, but she’s not shy about what she wants, and that’s as much a turn on as her curvy body.
    “I’m going to kiss every inch of you,” I say softly. My breath catches when she drags her hands down my sides and over my stomach. It’s a wonder I haven’t busted out of my jeans.
    “I want a turn too,” she says, and that’s it. I need her. Need her. Now.
    I push off the door and take her hand, leading her to my bedroom. When I turn to pull her to me, she rushes to me, and her hands immediately go for my jeans.
    She’s in a hurry. When I glance down, her fingers are shaking, and she won’t look up at me.
    She’s nervous.
    We can’t have that.
    “Sweetheart.” I catch her chin with my finger and tip her face up to look at me. “Sarah, this isn’t a race.”
    “Seriously, get naked, and we can get to it.”
    Get to it?
    Under normal circumstances, I would agree with her 100%. I enjoy foreplay as much as the next person, but the main event is, well, the main event.
    But I don’t want to rush this with her. I want to explore her, listen to her, smell her.
    Savor her.
    I grip her hands in mine and raise them to my lips, pressing a kiss to her fingers.
    “We’re going to get to it, trust me, but we’re going to get there slowly.”
    She blinks at me, as if she doesn’t understand the words coming out of my mouth.
    “Breathe, baby,” I whisper and kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. I ease my body against hers and revel in the heat coming off her. She takes a deep breath, and with her eyes on mine, lifts up on her toes so she can meet my lips with hers, kissing me more lazily now, settling in to enjoy.
    And that’s exactly what I want her to do. Enjoy every touch, every kiss.
    My fingers catch the hem of her top and lift it up and over her head. She’s wearing a black bra against her white skin, making me salivate.
    I need to get my mouth on her.
    “I don’t know if anyone’s ever looked at me like that,” she whispers.
    “Like what?” My fingers trace the outline of her bra, over the top of her breasts. Jesus, she has amazing tits. She covers them up with all of that loose clothing, so I knew they were a good size, but they’re just amazing.
    “Like they want to eat me alive.”
    I smile as I look into her eyes. “I’m going to.”
    I take her mouth again, exploring every inch of it as I finish undressing her, and when she’s finally naked, I guide her onto the bed, covering her body with mine as I continue to kiss her, and let my hand glide from her throat to her thighs and everywhere in between.
    She’s breathing hard now, her hands fisted in my hair, holding on tight as her body wakes up under