Guilty Pleasures by Cathy Yardley Read Free Book Online Page B

realize.” She didn’t wait for him to reply, just tugged him down on top of her, pressing her into the soft cushions of her couch. Her jeans-clad legs wrapped around his waist, relishing the weight that was pressing against her.
    She could feel his laughter, hot breath against her skin. “I’d think less of you if it could,” he answered. Then he stopped speaking. He was moving his hips against hers, mimicking sex, as he pressed suckling kisses against her neck. When he nibbled on her ear-lobe, she gasped as sensations trembled through her.
    Her leg climbed higher on his hip, desperate for contact with him where she most needed it. “Nick,” she breathed. “I want you.”
    â€œI’ve wanted you since I saw you,” he said in between hard kisses. “You have no idea.”
    â€œI think I’ve got a pretty good idea.” She pushed him away for a second, to tug her shirt over her head.
    He stared at her breasts, cupped in the lacy bra that she’d pulled out this morning. She hadn’t planned this, but since she’d kissed him, she had to admit that she’d felt sexier…and the lingerie she pulled out of her drawer on a whim suddenly made sense. Still, he didn’t do anything, just looked.
    She finally started to squirm under his rapt attention. “I haven’t shocked you, have I?” she asked, embarrassment causing the heat of a blush to start from her toes and work its way up. “I don’t usually do this, I swear. I just…”
    â€œYou’re beautiful,” he said. “I…you’re sure, right?”
    She looked into his eyes, and for the first time since she’d met him, she saw the uncertainty in his usually confident eyes.
    Instead of answering him, she reached up, cupping his face. Then tugged him down for a slow, warm, lingering kiss.
    He must have believed her, she thought dreamily as he moved down from her mouth to the hollow of her throat, then lower. She almost cried when he sucked on her, dampening the silky cloth of her bra and teasing her breasts with feather-light strokes of his fingers. She was trembling, actually shivering. Her panties had to be soaked.
    She wanted to be naked, twined around this man, she realized. Now.
    â€œMari,” he whispered against her skin, leaning up to taste her mouth again. And reached for the fly of her jeans.
    She shivered her way out of her jeans, smiling as his eyes widened at the high French-cut bikini panties that matched the bra.
    â€œYour turn,” she murmured, tugging off his shirt. Then she stopped. She had to.
    The guy was magnificent. She gaped at the smooth, muscular perfection of his torso.
    His eyes were like bonfires as he reached for her, tracing the lacy edges of her panties. “I’ve thought about what you were hiding under those clothes of yours,” he said. “But I see my imagination didn’t do you justice.”
    â€œLikewise,” she said, fingering his corded muscles with the pads of her fingers. “All this, and you can cook, too.”
    His smirk was dark, mysterious. “And that’s not all.”
    With that, she felt one of his strong fingers push the panties out of the way, stroking her clitoris with a firm, sure stroke. She gasped.
    â€œTell me what you like,” he murmured, continuing to lick at her breasts as his finger continued its maddening exploration of her sex. A second finger pressed in deeper, past her clit, enveloped by her damp heat.
    â€œOh, yes,” she breathed, her hips arching. “Please…”
    His tongue worked against her nipple as his hands pressed between her legs. She was trembling all over, the feelings of the roughness of his fingers against her dampness and the velvet heat of his mouth against her breasts combining in a state of sensual overload.
    She felt the tremors start before she recognized what they were…and by the time she did realize what was