Elemental Pleasure by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online

breasts all highlighted by the lamp’s light as she moved.
    “Carly?”
    She faced him.
    “Remove your dress.”
    Their gazes met, held. Seconds ticked by, taking them past the time limit of casual glances. Then they exchan ged an intimate look that evolved into something that was both binding and challenging.
    She looked away first, turning so her side was to him as she reached behind her neck. She lowered the zipper partway, then changed her arms, reaching up and back.
    “Let me.” He grasped th e tab of her zipper and lowered it. She paused, waiting for him to push the dress from her shoulders, but he didn’ t. H e took a step away, turning the desk chair so he could sit to watch her as she obeyed him.
    When he was settled, she turned her back to him. One shoulder at a time, she shrugged off her dress, revealing the lacy straps of her bra. When the dress was bunched at her waist , she grabbed the fabric and slowly drew it off. Inch by inch her creamy flesh was exposed. Her legs were bare, her thighs smooth columns of touchable skin, her ass—naked since her panties were in his pocket—full and round. She shifted her weight, her ass jiggling, and he had to take a deep breath. His cock, whic h had been semi-erect since she’ d risen from the table to take off her panties, was now hard and throbbing.
    The dress dropped to the floor, a pool of dove-gray fabric. She was naked except for the bra, and when she turned, he could see the peaks of her nipples through the lace. Her pussy hair was trimmed, so he could see the shadow of the cleft, even in the low light. He wanted to cup her sex, sink his fing ers in to see if she was wet , then taste and touch her, to know this woman who was now his in the most intimate way.
    “Beautiful,” he said.
    She looked uncomfortable and shifted her feet so her legs crossed, hiding her pussy.
    Preston tsked and shook his finger. Her lips pursed and then she moved her feet, placing them side by side. He wanted to watch as she freed her breasts from the lace, but his patience, normally so great, was at an end.
    He rose from the chair and stalked around her, running his hand over her shoulders and chest as he circled her. Standing before her, he reached back and opened her bra with one hand. Then he grasped it, letting the lace scrape against her breasts, abrade her nipples as it fell away.
    Cupping her right breast in his hand, he lifted gently, testing the weight, the fullness. She licked her lips. His hand looked dark against her pale flesh.
    “Are you ready?” he asked, kneading her breast. He could see his effect on her, the way she struggled to hold herself still.
    “Yes.”
    “You have to stop hiding from me.”
    “I’m not hiding.” Her lips quirked into a smile. “I’m completely nake d and you’re totally dressed. That’s hardly hiding.”
    “But you are. You’re hiding your feelings, your thoughts.”
    “And if I am? Everyone is entitled to privacy.”
    “Not you. Not anymore.”
    “Then you don’t get to have any secrets from me either.”
    He smiled. “I don’t want to.”
    He dipp ed his head, tasting her breast . Her skin was warm and smooth in his mouth and under his hands. Pinpricks of pain tingled along his scalp as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling his head closer. He cradled her body with hands at her hips and the small of her back.
    Releasing her nipple from the suction of his mouth, he flicked the hard nub with the tip of his tongue and felt her jerk. She was responsive and sexual, all he could have hoped for and more.
    “Spread your legs,” he whispered against her breast.
    She shifted, and he took advantage of her openness to slide the back of his palm along the inside of her thigh before cupping her sex. As he suspected, she was wet, the folds of her sex slick against his palm. Pressing the heel of his hand against the front of her pussy, he rubbed in a circle, working her clit without touching it directly. She made a nois e of