Hands On by Christina Crooks Read Free Book Online

toward her.
    He grinned. “I know.” With a quick movement, his fingers found and caressed between her legs, then withdrew. His smile widened at her cry of pleasure. “It’s not a leash, sweetheart. Let me have it back now.”
    She let go, uncertain. Suddenly anxious.
    He looked at her. “You’re worried,” he said softly. “Your face changed. Just in the last few seconds.” He reached to touch her head, but halted the movement before contact. “I won’t hurt you, Ginnie.”
    “I know.” She said it automatically, but her heart leapt into her throat, making her feel a strange prickly tension. He said he wouldn’t hurt her. Rick used to say that. But Harry made a wild hope beat in her breast, fueling her desire until she shifted uncomfortably. She wanted to straddle him. She wanted to keep being the wild new woman he brought out in her.
    Her body ached to jump on him, take him in. She also wanted to simply lean into his hand. Why hadn’t he taken her suggestion to move onto her, into her? His delay made her ache. It also made her increasingly nervous. How could he have such control? She could see how much he wanted her. “I just… I don’t know.”
    Harry stared at her, thoughtful. It didn’t make her at all self-conscious. Oddly, it made her hopeful.
    “Hmmm.” Harry let just the tips of his fingers brush the ends of her hair. Her scalp tingled pleasurably and her nipples tightened. “You like this, don’t you. And you like touching me. Yes?”
    She was already nodding, emphatic.
    “Then touch me.” When she hesitated, he gave her a small smile. He didn’t move against her suggestively, or otherwise direct her. He just waited, hard, magnificent…
    Ginnie groaned. Her insides felt on fire, and her mind was full of wonder. How did he have such exquisite control? She sure didn’t seem to, not with him.
    With a growl that sounded feral and aggressive to her own ears, she reached for him, first with her hands, then with her mouth.

    Harry drew in a shocked breath at the feel of her hot mouth on him. He’d asked her to touch him. But this—this threatened his already shaky control over himself.
    He saw the way her nipples had hardened and her breath came quicker at his suggestion she take charge.
    Control.
    It was the key to her.
    Another time, he might have been more curious about it.
    He let his breath go in a hard exhale. Very hard. How did she do that with her tongue…?
    Control! He had plenty over himself. His numbers. He’d be saved by the numbers. One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight…
    No. A countdown as if to ignition didn’t help his concentration. He was anticipating it way too much. Interest calculations instead. Four thousand three hundred forty-six rounded off to the…no, he never rounded. Rounding resulted in a number that was less precise.
    But easier and quicker to use.
    He wanted to use Ginnie. Quickly. Her fingers on him, sliding up his thighs to cup him, were not subtle. He liked that. What was this…? Was she tugging him as if it were a leash again?
    Harry laughed, a choking sound. She was.
    He fell onto his own bed. Felt her slide atop him.
    She needed to feel as if she were in control. That much was obvious.
    That was fine, for the moment. She was doing a fine job. Better than fine. A little too damn fine.
    But at some point, he would need to wrest that control back from her. He knew it, and knew some part of her knew it too.
    For now, he certainly wasn’t complaining.
    He gasped as the friction of her sliding body moved first up, then down him. She didn’t immediately seat herself atop him, though he wanted it desperately. Whatever past experience had put uncertainty in her movements and apprehension in her eyes wasn’t any part of her at the moment.
    Her teasing movements jerked a groan from him.
    Her hair, dry now, brushed against his shoulders. Strands trailed over his chest, a sensual caress where it touched the small hairs on his body. Ginnie’s quick little