Facing Off with Alexi (Witch Field Prowlers Book 2) by Selena Illyria Read Free Book Online Page A

a groan, he threaded his hands in her hair as he took what he’d wanted for years, plundering, tasting, tormenting both of them with only a hint of what could come of this week.
    She pulled back on a gasp. Huffs of air gusted against his bruised lips. Once his lungs were filled, he returned for more. She didn’t resist, responded by gliding her mouth against his. She placed a hand over his heart, which he covered with his own. The erratic rhythm pounded in his ears as desire warred with prudence. They had to go slow or this could lead to sex. Screw it. He wanted her, had needed her for weeks, waiting for this time with her to finally sate his fantasies made flesh. She moved closer only to have their lap trays clunk against each other and their empty bowls and mugs rattle.
    He cursed and tried to move again, only to be blocked. She laughed until she started to hiccup.
    He frowned. “What’s so funny?”
    “This, us.” She gestured toward their trays and then between them. “God, it feels like eons since we’ve kissed and…” She shivered. “You’re a damn good kisser, Kurraine. Damn near had me forgetting my name, but it wasn’t orgasm-inducing…” She gave him a once-over that seared his flesh and caused his cock to twitch.
    “And the humor?” He still didn’t get it.
    “I’ve never wanted to kiss my exes like I want to with you. I just… Damn…I can’t explain it. Everything is so perfect when we come together.” She shook her head. “Just…screw it.”
    Tianna picked up her tray and put it on the coffee table and did the same thing with his before throwing her leg over his thighs and straddling his waist. “Much better.” She scooted closer until they were groin to groin and his erection pressed against her stomach.
    “What? Wait… This isn’t how it’s supposed to go,” he protested as he lost control of the situation.
    “Kiss me like you want me come, Kurraine. Show me what I’m missing.” Her face hovered only an inch away. Her breath caressed his still-heated lips.
    He raised an eyebrow.
    “Scared, Kurraine? Don’t you want to win this bet?” Her eyes narrowed, and the dare hung in her hazel depths.
    “Never backed off from a dare in my life. You asked for this.” Unable to tell her that her actions had thrown him off, he reached up and grabbed her head, letting his fingers sink into the silken tresses he’d dreamed of holding. He took from her lips, starting off slow with gentle pecks and slides before going deeper and pressing his mouth to hers to twine and glide against her tongue. She moaned and pressed herself against him. Her breasts pillowed against his chest. Even with her flimsy top and her bra, he could feel the peaks of her nipples. He kissed her until the rest of the room faded away and only she existed, until his lungs burned and his brain screamed for air. Only then did he pull away, taking a breath and moving in for more.
    The kiss turned hungry, primal, needy, filled with so many emotions it became difficult to keep his head straight. He lost track of time as his teeth scraped over her bottom lip before laving the hurt with his tongue. When she ground against him, he responded by rolling his hips, showing her what she could have if she asked for it. And he was sure she would. Once more he pulled back, but this time, he placed his hands on her hips and gave them a squeeze.
    “No, no, enough.” He felt a damp spot on his boxers.
    “You surrendering, Kurraine?” She licked her lips, drawing his attention to her bruised and reddened flesh.
    He brushed her swollen bottom lip with his thumb. Just the sight made him want to cover her in love bites, mark her as his, but instead, he pulled back. “No, just testing the waters.”
    “Testing the waters, huh?” She snorted.
    He refused to shake his head yes or no. Wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.
    She pulled back but didn’t get off his lap. She reached down and cupped his denim-covered erection. “So, this is