Falling for the Guy Next Door by Claire Robyns Read Free Book Online Page A

she
decided, yes she could. He’d stripped her pride and left her
wanting, desperately wanting, and that’s what tonight was about. To
prove that he’d got it wrong and sate her body in the process.
She’d never wanted forever, she’d just wanted a little more. She
hadn’t intended to cage him, she’d only wondered when or if she’d
see him again. Apparently that was the death knell to a passionate
sex-affair. He hadn’t actually accused her of being pathetically
clingy, but his actions had left her feeling that and worse.
    Well, she
could do the not-a-single-string-attached night of passion without
a pang of emotion other than red-hot ecstasy.
    Jack’s Land
Rover was parked near the edge of the field, the last car before
the wooden fence. He’d beeped the remote to unlock it as they
approached, but still guided her around to the passenger side. When
his arm fell from her waist, Megan slid between him and his
intentions to open the door. She was done with waiting. She put her
back against the cool metal and fit her hands on his hips.
    He went still
beneath her touch.
    “Megan?” His
voice was raw and seemed to be both a question and a rebuke. “What
are you doing?”
    She tilted her
face up to him. Her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the starlight yet, but
she felt the intensity of his gaze.
    “Absolutely
anything you want.” She gave a playful tug that caught him unawares
and brought him one step closer. “Your game. Your rules.”
    “This is a
mistake,” he growled. Hands pressed to her shoulders, he pushed her
firmly back against the car door. “We are not going to do
this.”
    The problem
was, he’d come with, his body slanting over her and his breathing
ragged against her cheek. The muggy August evening air folded
around them, but it was the electrical charge humming between them
that heated her from the inside out. She hadn’t misread the
signals. He wanted her as desperately as she wanted him. Fire raced
through her veins, melting her in all the right places.
    Oh, we are
so going to do this and more. She dipped beneath the front of
his T-Shirt, her nails scraping lightly over bare skin and a
dusting of chest hair.
    “Aw, hell.”
The curse was a guttural groan of aching need. His hands came up,
his fingers threading through her hair, guiding her head back as
his mouth covered hers in a demanding kiss, parting her lips and
thrusting his tongue deep inside.
    He tasted of
pear and malt whiskey, a blend of pure erotica. She met his
plunging kiss, stroke for stroke, slipping her arms around him,
palms splayed over the rock-hard definition of his back as she
pushed onto her toes and slid up against his body. Her nipples
brushed the cool cotton of his T-Shirt and peaked with tingling
heat.
    He broke the
kiss to taste a line along her jaw. “You drive me crazy.” His
tongue flickered over a sensitive spot behind her earlobe that
evoked a moan from deep within her throat. “I can’t think straight
when you’re around.”
    I can’t
think straight when you’re not around. All those months, seven
to be exact, she’d thought she’d die happy if she never set eyes on
Jack Marlin ever again and that was clearly a load of crap. She
arched her neck to give him access as his lips trailed down her
throat and along the groove of her collarbone. “I want you…all of
you,” she whimpered, clawing at his back as the pressure of desire
swarmed in her veins. I never stopped wanting you. She knew
better than to let that nugget slip out. “Jack, please…”
    He didn’t
leave her begging. In one movement, he had her propped against the
car door with her legs wrapped around his waist and his erection
grinding heat straight through the layers of her cotton trousers
and his thick denim.
    His mouth
crashed down on hers once more and her hands pushed through his
hair, grabbing for purchase against the wave of lust swelling from
her core. He worked the top buttons of her shirt loose and slid the
lacy edge of her bra