Follow My Lead by Lisa Renée Jones Read Free Book Online

tugged it over his head and before he even tossed it away, her mouth was on his chest, her teeth grazing his nipple, her fingers working the button on his jeans. Had any woman ever felt this good? Every inch of his body was aware of her. He wondered what she was thinking, what she was feeling beyond desire.
    “No, sweetheart,” he groaned, capturing her hand before she worked the zipper down. “Not yet. I want you way too much to rush this, and I’ll be damned if I let you get away from me without making sure you remember tonight.” And that she would give him a chance for another night, which he was pretty damn sure wasn’t going to come easy and he already knew he wanted. She might justify their bedroom adventure as here and gone, but he wouldn’t be here if that’s what this was, if there wasn’t more to this. She pushed to her toes and kissed him, and the instant her tongue touched his, he was a goner. He lost himself in the honey-sweet taste of her, the feel of her skin against his. Quickly, she unzipped his jeans and pressed her hand inside his boxers, her slender fingers wrapping around his shaft. Blake moaned and pulled away from her, squatting to help her take off her boots. He had to slow things down, otherwise it would be a “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” experience that he was certain as Sunday would haunt him the rest of his life.
    “Now, where were we?” he said, her boots gone now, and his, too. He ran his hands up her legs as he stood, to settle on her hips. “Oh, yeah. We were talking about how you’d agreed that I’m in control so you can just relax and let me take you away.”
    “We didn’t agree to anything of the sort,” she said, swallowing hard as he worked the front of her jeans.
    “Pretend.” He tugged her jeans down and noticed the blond triangle of neatly trimmed curls that came into view. He glanced down and then up, and playfully tried to put her at ease. “No underwear?”
    “I don’t like panty lines,” she said, stepping out of her pants without hesitation.
    “Of course,” he said, wrapping his arm around her to comfort her. “I hate panty lines.” He gently tweaked her nipples, then soothed them with his thumbs.
    “Aren’t you the funny man?” There was a breathless quality to her voice that told him he was getting to her, and he liked it. He liked it a lot.
    “It’s not my intention to be funny,” he assured her, kicking her jeans aside. “In fact, why don’t I show you just how seriously I’m taking your pleasure right now?” He dropped to one knee, settling his hands on her hips. “Do I seem like I’m trying to be funny?”
    She wet her lips. “No. Funny isn’t the word that comes to mind.”
    He pressed his lips to her stomach. “Then what word comes to mind?” He kissed her again then ran his tongue around her belly button. Her belly quivered. The vulnerability it showed made his chest expand, tighten. She was like a delicate flower, and a sense of protectiveness toward her surprised him. He didn’t want to keep her at a distance, which defied everything he’d taught himself about self-preservation. He glanced up at her, aware she’d yet to reply. “What are you thinking?”
    “Am I supposed to be thinking right now?”
    He smiled against her stomach, pleased with that answer. If she wasn’t thinking, she was letting go; she was trusting. “Not if I can help it.” He slid his fingers into the slick heat of her sex, his cock pulsing at the intimate touch.
    She made a soft sound, squeezing her thighs around his hand. “We really should move to the bed before I fall down.”
    “I won’t let you fall,” he promised, his lips traveling over her soft, silky skin, his teeth grazing her sexy hip bone, the curve of her waist.
    “If you keep doing what you’re doing,” she whispered, “I’m not sure you can stop me.”
    His fingers delved past the slick folds of her sex. He sought the sweet spot he knew would drive her wild. And he