Enemy Mine (Unseen Enemy Book 3) by Marysol James Read Free Book Online

didn’t move.
    Jesus Christ, Jenny. Just take the man’s hand. Children hold hands on the playground for fuck’s sake… it’s easy and simple and totally non-threatening. Just take his hand. Now .
    She reached out and gently placed her small hand in his big one, just set it down, barely touching him. She froze at the contact, made a fist again.
    “Open up to me, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Just open your hand, OK? I’m not going to close mine, not going to take your hand. Just – just touch me.”
    Jenny extended her fingers again, placed her palm down on his. His heat surprised her, and she felt his strength even as his hand sat immobile under hers. His hand had rough spots, from working on the bikes, she assumed, and she found that she quite liked them: they gave her something to focus on, besides her own rising panic. She took a shuddering breath, felt her heartbeat pounding out of control. Her tongue felt huge in her mouth and she couldn’t talk… but she stayed where she was.
    Chris couldn’t believe that he was actually touching Jenny for the first time, after months of wanting to do exactly this. Her hand was small and soft in his, and he watched her face closely, trying to read her thoughts.
    They sat like that for a minute, Jenny shaking a bit.
    “You OK?” Chris asked, his voice low.
    “I think so.” She moved her hand a bit on his, curled her fingers around his lower palm, resting them lightly on his wrist. She felt his pulse now, slow and steady. “Yeah. I am.”
    “So,” he said. “This isn’t so bad, huh?”
    Jenny looked up at him, saw the strain around his mouth. “No. Not so bad.” She hesitated. “Can you – can you close your hand on mine? Hold it properly?”
    “OK.”
    Slowly, Chris curled his own fingers around hers, pressed his fingertips against the back of her hand. She made a sound in her throat – a sob, a sigh – and he stopped.
    “Jenny?”
    “Yeah. I’m OK.” Tears slid down her cheeks. “Don’t let go.”
    He nodded and held on. Her breath was coming faster now and she closed her eyes, trying to slow it down. He sat and watched her, not moving even one inch. He didn’t hold on tighter, but he didn’t move away, either. He just turned to stone and waited for her to tell him what to do.
    Minutes passed, and Jenny calmed. Her eyes opened and met his.
    “How you doing, baby?”
    “OK.” She ran her index finger over his wrist slowly. “I’m OK.”
    He grinned. “That feels good.”
    “It does?”
    “Yeah. Tickles.”
    She giggled and he smiled at the sound. She looked so amazingly relaxed right now, so natural and sweet. If she was laughing, then she must be fine.
    At least for now. At least for this time .

Chapter Four
     
    Emma reached for Dean’s zipper, tugging it down. She was breathing fast and hard, her whole body drenched with desire for him. She pulled his jeans and boxers off, threw them on the bedroom floor. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around his erection, stroking up and down, feeling his incredible length and hardness.
    “Emma.” His voice was a warning growl.
    “Yes, Dean?”
    “Stop teasing me, angel.”
    “But why?” She lowered her head, held his green eyes. “I love teasing you.”
    His hips came right off the bed as her sweet, hot mouth closed over his cock. Dean watched as his length disappeared in to her mouth and he held her head, trying to fight the rising wave of climax. She slid down and back up, swirling her tongue around him at the tip and the base, and Dean jerked under her. She loved having this strong man totally under her control, and she sucked harder, knowing what he liked.
    Dean couldn’t stop himself now and he began to raise and lower his hips, silently begging for her to take his thrusts in to her mouth. She moaned in response, loving his need, and he felt his whole body respond to that small sound.
    Oh, fuck… I’m gonna come. Not like this – I want to be inside her.
    “I need you, Emma,” he