Gunnin' for You (Rolling Thunder series Book 4) by Pj Fiala Read Free Book Online Page B

slide his tongue inside. As soon as she opened, he deepened the kiss and as his hand slid to hold the back of her head, he slanted his to fit perfectly to her mouth and kissed her like he hoped she had never been kissed. He wanted to leave an imprint on her mind that no other person in the world would ever be able to replace. When she closed her eyes tonight, he wanted her to see him, feel his mouth on hers, smell him and be consumed by him. He wanted her to want him with every fiber of her being. He wanted her to need to be with him and only him.
    Emma was surprised by the way Gunnar grabbed her and pulled her to him, and kissed her. She was even more surprised by how quickly her body responded to him and right now, at this moment, she couldn’t get her brain to work for anything. There was nothing in it but Gunnar. The way he felt pulling her to his body, the heat he radiated, the strength he had in those arms of his and the desire he ignited in her was so potent and immediate, she didn’t have the power to resist. Her breasts felt heavy and needy, her nipples beaded to sharp points with an ache threatening to take her breath away if he didn’t touch them. Emma slid her arms up and around Gunnar’s neck and shoulders to push her breasts into his chest. A moan slipped between her lips and she immediately felt Gunnar’s muscles bunch under her arms. Powerful—so powerful and sexy.

Chapter Eight
    Gunnar slipped a hand between them to touch Emma’s breast. He found her nipple and pinched it softly between his thumb and forefinger, causing her breath to catch. Jesus. Gunnar reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Emma’s. He laid his forehead against hers and concentrated on regulating his breathing. If he continued at this pace, he would completely lose control. She started to pull away, but he held her tight, loathed to let her go.  
    Emma lowered herself as she realized she was up on her toes and had pulled her arms tightly around Gunnar’s shoulders in an effort to ease the tension in her breasts. She was embarrassed at her behavior. So much for making him think ‘she wasn’t doing men’ right now. But holy shit, she had never, ever been kissed like that before. She shivered as she thought about it.  
    “You cold?”
    Emma blinked and pulled her head back just an inch to look into Gunnar’s eyes. He lifted his head slightly and watched her face. Her beautiful, sweet face.
    “No. I’m fine.”
    “You shivered; that means you’re cold.”
    Emma was thrilled that it was dark out, because she could feel the heat in her cheeks. God, she was so in way over her head here.  
    Gunnar watched her face for a moment more, nodded once and turned them toward his truck. He opened the passenger door and grinned at the look on her face. “Between stalker Janie and stalker picture guy, we keep getting interrupted. Let’s sit in here so you can tell me what you need to tell me.”
    Nodding her head, Emma stepped on the running board and scooted into the passenger seat. He closed the door and walked around the front of the truck, affording Emma a small amount of time to gather her thoughts.
    After climbing in, Gunnar turned towards her, resting his wrist on the back of her seat. With his free hand he smoothed her cheek with the back of his forefinger, staring into her eyes. She smiled and caught her bottom lip with her perfect white teeth and his nostrils flared as his heart began beating out a rhythm a rock band would be jealous of.
    Emma swallowed the lump in her throat and let out a long, slow breath. “Okay. Gunnar, if you change your mind about tomorrow after I tell you…I’ll understand. Okay?”
    Gunnar smirked. “Spit it out, babe.”
    “Okay. Six and a half years ago, I killed a…a biker.” Emma looked deeply into his eyes to gauge his reaction. He waited patiently for her to continue. Greg never, ever waited patiently for anything.
    Swallowing again and fidgeting with a loose string in the seam of her