Her Knight in Black Leather by J. M. Stewart Read Free Book Online Page B

with me tonight.”
    His words, the way they seeped inside and wrapped around her heart, stunned her to her toes. The bad boy had a vulnerable side, and he’d just laid it at her feet.
    How was it possible to feel such a connection to a man she’d met barely two hours ago? Like she could look into his eyes and tell him anything.
    She only knew that she did. Looking up into his eyes, heavy-lidded and glimmering with need, they spoke to her, told her everything she needed to know.
    “As long as we’re making confessions, I have one of my own.” She slid her trembling hands up and down his back, let them play over the warm, solid muscle. “My whole life people have watched me, expected me to turn out like my mother. Here it got to be too much. I always felt I lived under a microscope. I left, too, just after high school. I came back about three years ago when my stepmother got sick. I didn’t want it to start all over again, so I’ve been keeping to myself. I’ve been suffocating, trying to be someone I’m not.”
    Locked in a prison of her own making with no windows, no air.
    “And tonight?”
    “Tonight I want to escape.” Hands on his hips, fingers hooked into his belt loops, she lifted onto her toes and nipped at his bottom lip. “I need you.”
    His arms tightened around her, pulled her so close she felt his every heartbeat, drew every breath with him.
    He leaned down, brushed his mouth over hers, his kiss light electrifying.
    “Ditto.” He murmured against her lips, and Cat melted into him.
    She leaned up on her tiptoes and slanted her mouth over his.
    A quiet groan rumbled out of him, a sound of acquiescence, and his tongue flicked into her mouth as he devoured her, feasted on her.
    The man made her head spin. The heady taste of his warm mouth, the supple feel of his lips against hers. He might look tall, dark, and dangerous, but she felt safe with him. His kisses promised heaven and made her knees quiver. Made her forget everything but the need to feel the soft heat of his skin against hers.
    He turned and slowly walked them out of the water, his mouth never once leaving hers, then tumbled her onto the blanket. He rolled her over and pulled her to lie on top of him, and she lost herself in the overwhelming sense of the man. The heat and solidness of his body beneath her, the thick, hardened length of his arousal pressing into her soft belly. Despite the fierceness of his kiss, he had a gentle touch. His hands caressed over her, teasing, setting fire to her nerve endings.
    Tiny tremors wracked her body, as her hands sought him out, trembling with the need to touch him everywhere, to feel every part of him. She slid them up his chest and over his broad shoulders before tangling her fingers in his thick, damp locks and holding on for dear life.
    At the first touch of his hands on her skin as they slid beneath her top, she sucked back a hissing breath. They were so warm and smooth, so much more exquisite than she’d anticipated, and she shuddered with the simple force of the sensation. She could stay like this forever, lost in his heady taste, letting his hands ply her body at will.
    When he pulled them away again, she whimpered with disappointment. The emotion became a memory as he slid those glorious hands down her backside and inched her skirt up above her knees. He pushed upright then, forcing her to straddle his thighs, and they both froze. A tremor ran through her as the very heat of her brushed the bulge in his jeans.
    His breathing as harsh as her own, he took hold of the hem of her top, his eyes never once leaving hers as he yanked it off over her head. As he flung her top back over his shoulder, one corner of his mouth lifted higher than the other. It landed with a soft
shush
in the grass somewhere behind him, and a quiet giggle escaped her. That bad boy side of him she craved so much. He set her free.
    The wind blew across her still damp skin, and she shivered. The chill contrasted with the fire