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

panted. “I want to make love to you. Please.”
    She licked his length, pulling back slowly, releasing him a little bit at a time, and he almost lost it.
    “Emma!”
    “Yes, Dean?”
    “Enough teasing. Come here.”
    Eagerly, she moved back up his body and he took her in his arms. He kissed her, almost savagely, and she felt her pussy open up, heat up, slick up, with anticipation.
    He rolled on the condom, fingers shaking, then raised himself on his forearms. She opened her legs, her back arching under him. He ran his fingers through her short hair, saw the lust glittering in her dark blue eyes.
    “You want me, Emma?” he whispered in her ear.
    “Yes.” She gasped as he guided his cock to her wet entrance and dipped in to her before pulling out again. “God, yes.”
    “I want you to come on my cock, baby.” He pushed in to her again, a bit farther this time, before withdrawing. “I want you to come hard.”
    She gripped his hips, trying to pull him inside her, but he held back.
    “Promise me you’ll come hard for me, Emma.” He placed the throbbing tip inside her, then stopped. “Say it.”
    “Dean.” Her voice was hot and breathless. “I’m going to come for you. Hard.”
    “Let’s see it, baby.”
    He pulled back and then in one thrust, he filled her. He pushed deeper, then deeper still. She gave a cry and wrapped her whole body around him; she was off the bed, clinging to him, tight and wet and begging.
    Dean slid his hands under her ass, lifted her against him, angling his hips to reach as far in to her as possible. She threw her head back and he ran his tongue down the length of her throat. She gripped his broad shoulders and moaned, long and loud.
    He stared down at her gorgeous face, her cheeks flushed, her mouth swollen and luscious. She closed her eyes as her orgasm started to build, and she met Dean thrust for thrust, reaching for that release that was so close… just a bit more.
    A bit more. A bit harder. Oh, God… there .
    His name fell from her lips over and over again as she came, her pussy tightening and relaxing on him. The clenching on his cock sent his whole body in to overdrive, and he heard himself call her name as he released inside her, tensing and flexing, pushing in to her tight channel. His whole body strained, shuddered, then collapsed. He held his weight off her body, lowered his lips to hers.
    Emma kissed him, exhausted and sated. He ran his tongue over her mouth, probing, and she opened to him. They kissed again, deeply, slowly. Tasting each other; teasing each other.
    Dean lowered his forehead to Emma’s, gently brushed his fingertips over her cheeks.
    “You OK, angel?”
    She mumbled and he laughed.
    “Was that a yes?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    He rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He stayed inside her, clutching her tight against his hips. “Was I too rough?”
    She opened her eyes. “No way. I loved it.”
    “Yeah, me too.” He touched her lips. “I love you.”
    “Oh, Dean. I love you too.”
    Her kissed again, hard, and she moaned. He chuckled.
    “When you make that sound, I just want to make love to you again.”
    “That sounds good to me.”
    They grinned at each other and then Dean slowly pulled out of her. He covered Emma’s small body with the blankets and swung his feet to the floor. She watched his taut back as he went in to her attached bathroom, and sighed.
    Good God, is he hot or what?
    He came back to her now, climbed in to her bed. He took her in his large arms, tucked her head under his chin. She ran her fingers over his chest, following the line of blond hair across his defined pecs and abs. He kissed her fingertips, held them against his chest. She felt his steady heartbeat and smiled.
    “So,” Dean said. “You want to order in tonight?”
    “Sure.” Emma kissed his chest. “Restaurants require so many clothes.”
    “Yeah. Annoying.”
    They kissed again, then Dean rolled away.
    “I need a quick shower. You want to join me?”
    “But