Give Me All Of You by Delka Beazer Read Free Book Online

he needed further encouragement.
    He suckled ravenously, scaling, rolling the turgid nipple into the depths of his mouth. She was delicious, hot flesh and amazing skin. He switched and she cried out at the mere escape of milliseconds which it took him to go from one nipple to the next. Her legs rustled again, caressing him, her back arched.
    Oh my, but she was hot. Sexy, tasty. He sucked her deep into his throat, caressed the underside of her silky breasts with his hard thumbs. She started shivering uncontrollably, her cries went underground, deep into her throat. It felt as if they were both going under and he couldn’t stop himself.
    He just had to have more. And then her legs pinned aga inst his started to part, to wrap around him. He came crashing back down to earth.
    He had to stop.
    The thought caused a sharp physical pain to clench his gut. He couldn’t do this to her, to Hermile, taking her against a tree at her own party where anyone could come across them.
    But he had to have one more taste. He released her nipple, ignored her hoarse cry of distress.
    He tilted his head back, her eyes were still closed, her face flushed and bright. He clasped her face in his palms, and she opened her eyes just as he descended. Swift, hungry stabbings of his tongue into the bruised softness of her mouth nearly threw him back under, body shuddering he summoned the strength to pull away back from her.
    He released her , and she went sliding back down his body, bumping one last time over the wedge in his pants. He sucked in a sharp, delicious breath and remained still.
    S he collapsed against him head bowed, he buried his nose into her soft curls, listened to her breath rasp in her throat, until it began to grow in volume. It dawned on him that she was … crying.
    The so und jarred him. Had he embarrassed her, hurt her?
    Desperate, h e tipped her chin up, her hazel eyes were brimming with hot tears which slid unremittingly down her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips were pinched together.
    Bitter r egret oozed from her narrowed lids, dousing the last remnants of his desire.
    She shuddered violently and he released her. She stumbled, righted her clothing.
    She refused to meet his gaze. “I … I hate you Hunter Roades,” her voice was toneless, then her eyes met his, and there was no further mistaking that her sentiment was true. “I hate you,” she snarled, her voice guttural with feeling.
    Hunter gritted his teeth. He’d had enough of her vile, little tongue.
    He pushed away from the tree, towered over her. “Hate me or not you’ll find that one way or another you’ll be my wife. Until then I hope your hate’s enough to warm your frozen, little heart.”
    Without giving her a chance to move he grasped her hand and she’d learned her lesson from earlier because she didn’t fight him.
    She tossed him a look that could’ve peeled the skin from his bones.
    He smiled bleakly down into her incensed face, and with more effort kept his gaze away from her swollen mouth. “Let’s rejoin your guests, shall we?”

Chapter f ive
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Mina floated in the warm, rolling waters and looked back at the glistening shoreline, several yards away.
    She’d bypassed her lunch and had gone swimming. She’d been at it for almost an hour and still she couldn’t let go of the seething anger and confusion which coiled inside her.
    Hunter had made her look like a fool yesterday. And she’d let him. He’d practically announced that they were together. Dragging her like a disobedient child back to her own picnic!
    A multitude of overtly curious eyes had followed them. Hermile had appeared from nowhere, his grin wide enough to split his face.
    All the laps in the world weren’t going to change the debacle that yesterday had turned into.
    Letting out a frustrated sound she headed back to the shore.
    Drying off on the deserted beach, she eyed the shoreline which ran out of sight in both directions.
    Jacobe Aisle was