Gold Shimmer by P. T. Michelle Read Free Book Online

meant to break skin, but applied with careful and measured force. He’s marking his territory, laying a claim. On me. No…on Celeste. The tantalizing sensation of his body against mine, his tight hold on me, makes it hard to remember that I’m not the woman he wants. He makes me want to forget who I am completely and let him have free rein.
    While my brain fights every instinct for me to lean into him, he grips my ass tight and kisses the side of my throat once more, the pressure of his lips bone-meltingly intimate.
    Thunder rumbles and lightning flares in time to the rising bass of the rave music in the other room. The ramping sound goes straight to my rapidly beating heart and vaults my pulse even higher.
    With every short breath I take, his amazing smell draws me in deeper. I remind myself this won’t end well. I’m guaranteed to disappoint Calder. In so many ways.
    As I slide my hands to his chest, intending to push him back, he captures my chin and nips my jawline near my ear lightly, his voice a low, mesmerizing hum against my heated skin. “No flying away, Raven mine. I’m nowhere near done claiming every part of you.”
    My heart jerks when he clasps my waist and lifts me up onto the counter. Eyes wide, I stutter, “Wait, you’re going to…here?”
    “Where better to savor you than in the kitchen?”
    I bite my lip, excitement racing through me at the idea of him going down on me in a near public setting. Reaching up, I run my finger along the two dark points of ink peeking a quarter inch above his jacket’s stand up collar.
    “This could be anything: the point of a star…a letter. Some say that tattoos are scars worn on the outside. I think of them as the most intimate part of a person.”
    “Most intimate part?” He folds his fingers around my forearm, unknowingly touching my other tattoo underneath my shirt’s sleeve. Pulling me closer, his hooded gaze darkens with sexual hunger. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”
    I exhale of slow breath, my lips twitching. “Do you really think I have one?” I deftly avoid confirming his assumption as I pull free to reach for the first gilt gold button.
    He captures my wrist, stopping me from unbuttoning his collar. “I’d lay money on it.”
    I arch an eyebrow. “You’re not going to let me see yours?”
    “You’ll see all of me soon enough.” A grin, full of sensual promises, flickers. Stepping between my legs, he rests his warm hands on my thighs, skin to skin. “For now I want to hear you beg me for it.”
    He’s so freaking arrogant. “Good luck with that.” I pick up his hat and set it on my head, then salute him. It’s sad how honest that statement is, but I might as well enjoy the build up.
    “Smartass,” he mutters, tugging on the bill to bring my face close to his.
    His mouth is a breath away from mine as he flattens his palms along the marble on either side of my hips. His nearness fills the air with an electric charge that runs all the way to my toes. How did the fun banter shift to something much more intense so quickly? I need to keep this light, a bit of raunchy fun. “Strategizing, Mr. Navy?”
    A dark smile crooks. “Always,” he says right before he clasps the insides of my thighs. “Lay back.”
    I gasp at the cold transferred from the marble to his hands, but the chill on my skin only ramps the heat between us. Exhaling a calming breath, I lower myself down to the cool marble surface. I need some space from his heady magnetism. But my anticipation only rachets higher as he slowly slides me on the slick, glitter-covered surface until the back of my knees hit the island’s edge.
    As he grasps my thighs, his gaze slides leisurely over me. Lust flickers in their depths and his firm grip loosens. “I’m discovering a whole new appreciation for glitter.”
    I bite my lip while he begins to rub the golden flecks from his palms along the insides of my thighs, his movements methodic and sensual. When he reaches my