Exquisite Danger by Ann Mayburn Read Free Book Online

my breast and leaned into him, our lips meeting as we both sighed in relief. I would never, ever tire of the way he kissed me, of how he’d seduce me into giving him everything he wanted. Grasping my ass, he rocked me against his hard shaft, the thick fabric of our jeans torturing my poor, wet pussy. I was so slick, I swore I could smell my musk with each breath. His hands skimmed my back, stopping at the hooks on my lacy, black bra. He played with the clasp, teasing me, turning the middle of my back into an erogenous zone with his rough fingertips. Jesus, every time he touched me I lost myself deeper in him and knew my soul had been inexorably changed because of Smoke.
    “You have the softest skin.” He whispered against my lips while his thick fingers teasingly flitted with the closure of my bra. “If I had my way, we’d always be naked around each other 24/7 so I could rub up against you anytime I wanted. When this bullshit is over, I’m takin’ you somewhere private so I can spend all day and all night taking care of you, kissin’ you, and fuckin’ you. I want to make you mine in every way possible.”
    My heart lurched at the gentle strength and conviction in his voice. I swore it was beating hard enough that he should have been able to feel it against his palm cupping my breast.
    “Please,” I whispered and ground myself against him like the shameless hussy he turned me into. “I need you, Smoke.”
    “What do you need?” he asked in a rumbling tone while reaching between us to cup my sex. “Holy shit. Your pussy is hot as an oven. Bet it’s soaking wet, so I can fuck you hard, to make you mine. Love knowin’ that your tender little cunt aches because of me. Now tell me, what do you need?”
    “You...I need your cock,” I gasped when he gently squeezed my sex. Pleasure tingled through me as he applied delicious pressure to my clit. If only he would give me more…I could make him give me more. The thought made me feel kind of naughty, like seducing my man was taboo. I drew a deep breath and said what I knew would break his control. Smoke loved it when I talked dirty to him and indulged his possessive side. “Fuck me, fill me up with your come, mark me and make me yours. I want your cock pushing so deep into me it hurts. I want to feel you climax inside of me, filling me up with you, making me smell like you...taste like you.”
    For a moment, a hint of rough passion moved through his gaze, strong enough to scare me and turn me on at the same time. “Only me.”
    “Only you.”
    Smoke fisted my hair and tilted my head back while he placed small, stinging bites all over my exposed breasts. When he nipped at the very tips of my nipples, I ground myself against him and stiffened, within seconds of an orgasm. The delicious pain of his bites seemed to travel from my breasts to my pussy where the sensation became intense pleasure.
    Some annoying sound poked at the edges of mind, but I tried to ignore whatever it was and concentrate instead on Smoke’s fluttering licks to the sensitive tip of my breast. When Smoke pulled his mouth from me, I moaned in protest, but he sighed. “Fuck, you make me forget where I am, who I am. I have to take this call, babe. Shit has hit the fan back home, and I’m gonna have to rip some motherfuckers new assholes. Just bear with me for a few.”
    Without another word, he lifted me off his lap, grabbed his cell phone, and left the truck. When the door shut, I just stared out the window as Smoke began to pace, his hands occasionally raised in the air. Even in the dim light of a three-quarter moon, I could see he was really, really pissed and perversely enough, his anger turned me on. My body still ached with unfulfilled desire, and even though I knew whatever he was doing was important, my self-interested libido didn’t give a shit. With my wet pussy, my throbbing breasts, and the echoing sting of all those bites to my nipples, which throbbed in need, still racing through my