HandsOn by Jaci Burton Read Free Book Online

walked
through an open doorway.
    Ah. Bedroom. He laid her on the bed, taking a moment to
admire the view of her long legs, gorgeous hips and breasts.
    But he knew with Lara he’d have to tamp down his urges a
bit. Throwing her dress up and plunging into her wouldn’t be a wise choice.
That might be exactly what he needed, but she needed much more. And he’d damn
well planned to give her everything she needed, and then some.
    He’d think about the whys of that later.
    Easing onto the bed next to her, he let his hands roam
freely over her body, not wanting her to change her mind at the last minute.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, burying his face in her
neck and nuzzling against her soft hair.
    “Am not,” she whispered.
    “Are too.” He slid his hands underneath her and pulled her
so they lay on their sides, facing each other. When he swept his palm over the
material covering one breast, she gasped.
    He caressed the distended bud through the thin material
covering it, rewarded with her whimpering moan. When he closed his mouth over
her breast, she cried out and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding
him closer.
    The taste of silk and woman was intoxicating. The taste of
Lara was intoxicating. More so than any woman he’d ever touched. He was in way
over his head with a woman like her. Eagerness and innocence made her lethal,
dangerous.
    Wherever he touched, she responded fervently. Her whimpers
and moans drove him crazy. His cock throbbed, insistent on having its way, and
he was finding it difficult to win out over his demanding libido.
    “Lara, look at me.”
    Her eyes tightly closed, she didn’t want to open them. The
sensations were indescribable, delicious and wicked, like her fantasies. She
didn’t want to open her eyes and find out none of this was real. But she did as
Mark asked, shocked to see his darkly aroused gaze. When he thrust his hips
against her, she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out in ecstasy.
    “I want you.”
    She wanted to ask him to say it again, she’d heard it so
infrequently in her lifetime. How did one respond to a statement like that?
“Thank you.”
    He laughed. “Thank you? How about you want me too?”
    “That’s kind of obvious, Mark. You can tell by my body’s
biological response to you.”
    He’d show her a biological response or two. He slipped the
thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and down her arms. Her bra followed
next, revealing her small breasts. She fought the urge to cover them with her
hands, but he pushed them away. Her tiny pink nipples were gorgeous. No way was
he going to allow her to cover them.
    “Your body’s biological response, huh? You mean, like these
hard nipples?” He petted one and it puckered and stood up as if reaching out to
him.
    “Yes.”
    “And are you wet for me, Lara?”
    Oh, God. She couldn’t answer that. “I…I…”
    His fingers seared her leg, then blazed a forest fire up to
her thigh. When he slipped his knee between her legs and ran his fingers
further upward, she couldn’t hold in the groan of pleasure.
    He made short work of sliding her panties off. She was on
fire, craving his touch, desperately needing his hands, his mouth, his body on
her.
    She thought it couldn’t get any better. But it did. Right
when he cupped her sex with the palm of his hand. She shuddered, her body
writhing against him.
    “Oh yeah, you’re wet all right.”
    Mortification mixed with excitement as he slowly moved his
hand over her aching clit. Sparks shot into her belly and she silently begged
him to send her over the edge. She was close, so very close.
    “I’ll bet if I pet you a little bit you’d come all over my
hand, wouldn’t you, wildcat?”
    He really was psychic. “Yes. No. I don’t know, maybe.”
    “Shh, quit talking. Just feel, Lara. Let me please you.”
    Please her? He was damn near killing her! But she bit her
lip to keep from saying anything more. Until he touched her again. Then she
couldn’t