Freedom in the Smokies by Becca Jameson Read Free Book Online Page A

her and sucked a nipple into his mouth, she grabbed the mattress behind her and squeezed. “Oh God,” she moaned, her mouth hanging open.
    His lips were exquisite. Her breasts ached, the tips reaching for him as he switched from one to the other. With his hands, he kneaded them as he sucked. His tongue flicked over her nipples until she writhed against the mattress.
    Each time he switched to the other breast, the abandoned one tightened further as cool air blew across the wet tip.
    While Micah continued to lick and kiss across her chest, his hands lowered to her pants. She barely noticed until he popped the button of her jeans and eased the zipper down. In moments, he pushed the denim over her hips and pulled her jeans over each foot without stopping the assault on her chest.
    Now she wore only her skimpy lace panties. The cool air of the room sent goose bumps over her body. Or maybe it was her nerves.
    Micah released her nipple, stood and lifted her under the shoulders to set her on the bed. He glided his fingers down her body, over her chest and across her abdomen, until he reached the elastic of her panties.
    “So sexy.” His voice was barely audible. “The white makes your pale skin look darker.”
    When he set a knee between her legs and climbed onto the bed, she scampered backward. He needs room, right? Or are you trying to escape his gaze, his hands, his mouth?
    Kaitlyn lay back against the sheets as Micah tugged the comforter out from under her. Silk. Cool against her burning skin.
    He didn’t give her time to consider anything. Which was probably for the best. If she overanalyzed, she’d be freaked out. Instead, he pulled her panties off and brushed them aside.
    “Spread your legs, baby. I want to see you. All of you.” His voice was firm, but soft.
    Kaitlyn let her knees fall open. “I’m underdressed here.”
    Micah glanced down and smiled. He whipped his T-shirt over his head and it fluttered away. “Is that better?”
    The field wasn’t even, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to take off his jeans. She wanted to see what lie beneath but feared it at the same time.
    His gaze returned to her spread legs, a renewed flush covering her body as he leaned into the V of her thighs. She braced her feet against the mattress, an attempt to keep her legs from shaking under his perusal.
    A war blazed inside her mind. Two sides fought for control of her physical body: anxiety over the unknown battling the need to be consumed by this man who was about to claim her.
     
    Micah took a long deep inhale, luxuriating in the scent of his mate. It took a strength he hadn’t known he was capable of to keep from yanking off his jeans and slamming into her moist heat.
    She’s a virgin. Give her time to adjust . And, Lord, he wanted to enjoy this first time. More importantly, he wanted Kait to enjoy it. He wanted her to writhe and squirm until she couldn’t breathe and the only sound in the room was her screaming his name as she came.
    And he intended to coax several orgasms from her body before he took her. The more she came, the more relaxed she would get, and the easier it would be to accommodate his girth.
    He wasn’t small. He knew that. He’d seen other men. And she was tiny compared to him.
    Micah settled deliberately between her legs and grasped her thighs with his hands, spreading her wider until she gasped.
    Her elbows went out from under her and she flattened onto the sheet.
    God, she smells fantastic . Her musk filled his nostrils as he lowered his face toward her pussy. He couldn’t wait another second to taste her.
    With the first pass of his tongue across her clit, she arched off the bed. She moaned—loud—and twisted her head to one side.
    Micah gripped her thighs at the top and held her down while he took a second lick across her swollen nub.
    His mate panted. “Micah…” Her head swiveled to the other side. Did she think she could hide her face?
    Her hands gripped the sheet.
    Micah