Faith in You by Charity Pineiro Read Free Book Online

if I close my eyes,” he continued and did so. “I know the feel of your skin.”
    He brushed his hand along the line of her collarbone, the softness of her skin teasing his fingertips. The fragility of her body creating a need to protect as well.
    He opened his eyes, bent down until he was almost covering her body with his, and buried his head against the side of her neck. “I know your scent.” Breathing deeply, he gently bit her neck, delighted in the moan torn from her throat and the trembling of her body beneath his hand.
    Paul licked the skin at the pulse point in her neck, imagining the heat of it against his mouth. “I want to taste all of you. All of you, do you understand?” he said in husky tones and brought his hand to cup her breast and brush his thumb against the hardening crest.
    Carmen was caught up in the magic of his words, of his hands on her body, but some small measure of reserve raised its head. They were out in the open, in plain view although in the entire time they had been there, not one other person had come by. It was starting to get dark, although dusk still made it relatively light out. “Paul, this is too --”
    “Ssshh. Let’s go in the pickup,” he replied and slipped his hands under her body, carrying her easily.
    At his pickup, she helped by opening his door, slipping into the roomy interior of the cab. He joined her a second later, sitting on the bench seat, and motioning for her to come closer.
    Carmen straddled his legs and leaned back against the dashboard. “Is this what you had in mind?” she teased, reached out, and slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt, inched them up until she could caress the hard muscles of his chest.
    He groaned and encircled her waist with his hands. “I was being selfish,” he said as he raised his hands, tracing the lines of her body until he just cupped her breasts. “I was only thinking about what I wanted to do to you.”
    Her insides were warming, growing liquid. Her breasts were already full and tight, but some part of her was hesitant, unsure if this was where she wanted to go with him. “Paul?”
    “Mmm,” he replied, shifted his thumbs up, and brushed them across her nipples.
    Carmen sucked in a quick breath. “God that feels good, Paul.” She reached up, covered his hands with hers, and stilled their motion.
    “Carmen, please,” he pleaded, bent his head, and kissed his way across the line of her jaw. “I need to taste you. I’ve dreamed of this,” he said.
    His words undid what little of her resolve remained. She eased off her T-shirt and cradled his head, brushing kisses along his brow as he bent his head even more, took one nipple into his mouth. The fabric of her suit did nothing to keep the wet and heat of his mouth away. The sweet tug of his mouth, strong and certain, jumbled her senses.
    Paul reached up, slipped down the straps of her bathing suit to bare the swell of her breasts. Then slowly, reverently, he eased down the top. Her breasts were full, with large, caramel-colored nipples that were tight and begging for his mouth again.
    He took one nipple into his mouth, teased the other nipple with his hand and her body grew lax against him, fluid. “You are so sweet,” he stopped to murmur, ran his thumb and forefinger around the nipple wet with the moistness from his mouth.
    Carmen knew her body wasn’t her own anymore. All she wanted was his touch. His mouth on her and the weight of his body against hers. The heat of it blazing against the warmth of her own. She slipped off his lap and lay down on the bench of the pickup.
    Paul started to follow her, but stopped short and cursed.
    Carmen sat up slightly. It had grown dark and she struggled to see what was going on. All she could see was Paul bent over, fighting with something down on the floor of the pickup. “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m stuck,” he said in frustration. “I forgot to take off the runaway strap on the board and it’s in the door, I