Game On (The Bod Squad Series Book 1) by Gabra Zackman Read Free Book Online

grabbed her hair and pulled, surprising her. “Oh, I love that,” she moaned. “Please pull my hair. And tease me, Chas. . . . I do so love to be teased.”
    He pulled her hair again, and nibbled on her ear, whispering, “It will be a pleasure, my lady. I do so love to tease.”
    He turned her away from him, deftly unzipped her dress, and pulled her close again. She could feel the staunch hardness of his biceps as he caressed her, the softness of his lips as they ran down the length of her spine, and the ever-present reminder of his desire burning a hole in the back of her leg. She was wet all over at this point, the whole night careening forward like something out of a dream. Every detail about this man made her more and more intrigued—and more and more turned on. Though they had only scratched the surface, she was dying to know more. Something long dormant in her had been awakened, and she was ready to let herself go.
    He found his way underneath the gown and trailed a finger up her leg, tracing delicate patterns on her calves as he tongued his way down her back. His hand reached up above her knee, and he found her garter. Sharply drawing in a breath, he murmured, “I had forgotten. I want to see.”
    He stopped what he was doing to light a beautiful candelabra on the wall opposite the bed; it was mounted over a fireplace that Susannah hadn’t even been aware of. The candelabra was silver with gold filigree and was clearly handcrafted: it was a tree, with votives nestled in the leaves. Turning back to her—she was still lying on the bed—he saw the mist in her eyes and said, “Pull the dress up, Susannah. Slowly. So I can see you.”
    Happy to oblige, and dying to remove every scrap of separation between them, she slowly pulled up her hem, stopping when she got to the line of her garter. His breathing hitched as he strained to see what he desired. Suddenly he was distracted—a small silver pistol glimmered on her left thigh. He smiled. “A gift for me?”
    She winked. “It’s a flask. I thought you’d appreciate it, given your love of guns. And it has a treat in it. Absinthe.”
    “Ooh,” he exhaled, “I like the way you think.” Slowly approaching the bed, he bent over and licked a trail from her heel to her thigh. She moaned in pleasure. He removed the flask and offered it to her. “Taste?”
    “I’d love a taste,” she said seductively, taking a swig and then pulling him to her, engaging him in a passionate kiss. This kiss was astounding, filled with need, longing, and heat. And he gave it to her twice as hard, meeting each thrust of her tongue with his own. Then he pulled back.
    “I’d also love a taste,” he said, interest burning in his eyes. He took the flask and enjoyed a large swig before delicately pouring a few drops all the way up her leg. Then he took his time kissing, nibbling, making his way up to the very center of her. And then he began to tease. He ran his tongue on the inside of her thighs and used his hands to stroke her legs. She writhed in pleasure, clearly wanting more with each passing moment. He brought his hands up, moving over the dress, over every inch of her. Then he took a finger and softly ran it under the rim of her panties, feeling how soaked they already were. He cursed, and ripped her panties off, leaving the garters on. Then he stood up and looked at her.
    She was unbelievably beautiful. Her hair fanned out beneath her, and her eyes were hooded and unfocused. The skirt pooled around her waist, framing her signature long legs, splayed wide, as her body buzzed with need, waiting for what he’d do next. He gazed at the center of her, dripping wet and swollen, begging for his touch. He didn’t know if he could last long enough to pleasure her, but he was damn well going to try. He thought at this point he had teased her—and himself—enough. He wanted her fiercely and needed to taste her immediately.
    He didn’t hesitate, but settled himself between her legs,