Found (Assassin's Revenge Book 1) by Tara Crescent Read Free Book Online

withstand it anymore. I grabbed her hips, pounding her hard and I exploded.

Chapter 8
    Ellie / Rachel:
    It should have been awkward. He was a total stranger and I’d never been in this situation before.
    It wasn’t awkward at all.
    We drank more wine. We showered together. My hands roamed over every inch of his body. His eyes drank me in as if he were dying of thirst and I alone could quench his desire.
    My phone lay on the counter in the kitchen where I’d placed it. I ignored it. I had six hours and I was determined to enjoy every second of it.
    I teased him about the lack of food in his refrigerator. He shrugged. “I’m French, Rachel,” he pointed out with an amused curl of his lips. “I can guarantee wine and nothing else.”
    Was he French? He could have been except he didn’t have an accent when he spoke English. He concealed much, Marc, and though I should have been on edge about his lies, I didn’t let them intrude. The only thing that mattered was the way his body felt against mine, the feel of his lips touching me and the heat in his eyes when he looked at me. And the fact that I wasn’t afraid of him.
    He found a packet of condoms in the bathroom and held them up with triumph. I giggled at his expression and solemnly told him he was setting himself quite a goal. There were a dozen condoms in his hand. “Surely,” I joked, “that’s ambitious.”
    “Is it?” His blue eyes held my gaze. “Come prove me right, bright star.”
    So I pushed him down on the bed and climbed over him, lowering my pussy over his sheathed cock. And his hands closed around my breasts and his eyes wandered over my body as I bounced on him, chasing another climax.
    He flipped me around and positioned me on my hands and knees, entering me from behind with a thrust that caused as much pain as it did pleasure. I should have cringed away, but instead I curved into him and demanded more.
    And when we finally couldn’t keep our eyes open, I gave into his demand that I stay in his bed and I lay in his arms all night.
    ***
    When I woke, it was daylight and the smell of coffee wafted through the house. My clothes were on a chair in the bedroom but Marc himself was nowhere to be seen and I was somewhat relieved. I didn’t want to say goodbye. It would have been too hard.
    I dressed and made my way downstairs. My phone was still on the kitchen counter, still turned off. There was a note next to it. ‘Fetching breakfast,’ it said.
    It was the perfect opportunity to leave quietly, but I was weak. I was desperate for a few more minutes with him. I poured myself a cup of coffee and wandered once again to the backyard garden.
    Last night it had been too dark to notice much, but in the daylight the place was beautiful. Flowers bloomed everywhere. Tiny wild roses, large and showy poppies, bushes upon bushes of purple lavender. The garden was well-tended, but there was still an intentional wildness to it that fit the space.
    “Good morning Rachel.”
    I jumped, startled. I hadn’t noticed him come out. Not too many people could sneak up to me. “You scared me,” I accused.
    He flashed me a grin. “Sorry, bright star,” he said. He came up and snaked his fingers through my hair, pulling me into his body to kiss me, deeply, passionately. My heart was racing when he released me. “Breakfast?” He held up a paper bag. The aroma of croissants wafted out and I stifled my moan. I hadn’t eaten last night and I was starving. “ Pain au chocolat? ” he asked, digging into the bag. He offered me the pastry and I whimpered a little. Oh god chocolate. I adored chocolate. And the combination of chocolate and bread made the perfect food. Other people came to Paris for the Eiffel Tower. Me, I was a sucker for the boulengeries .
    My expression must have revealed naked want, because he chuckled. “Would you like a plate or would you prefer to tear into the bag?”
    I stuck my tongue out at him. “Are you going to talk or are you going to