Hidden Fire: Fire, Book 2: Red Hot Weekend by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page B

see clearly. I knew Jackson would be jealous as hell. Jealous enough to make him act, finally. Jealous enough to make him break the pact. Because if he didn’t break it, you never would. If he didn’t free you from it, I could never have you.”
    Garreth was standing, marching towards her. He had no memory of even getting up, no memory of freeing himself from the rest of the ropes. He was too damn incensed.
    “I did it so you could be free to love me, openly, freely and as much as I love you. I did it for you. All of it. For you. And for me. For us.” By the time he stopped to take a breath he was stooped over her, his nose pressed to hers.
    “Y-you did?” Jenna stammered, the warmth of her uneven breath a caress on his cheeks. Her body shook, the tremors vibrating through him.
    “Yeah, Jenn, I did.” The words came out softy. He couldn’t have screamed then if he wanted to. The scent of apple and mint had filled his nose, her proximity a drug to the rest of his senses.
    He never could think straight when he stood this close to her. His brain overloaded, turned to mush. His body hardened—an instinctive response—and his breath deserted him. “So, what do you have to say about that?”
    “J-just one thing,” Jenna puffed. She inhaled loudly, let her breath out in a long hiss. “I love you too.”
    And with that, his ever-disciplined, ever-controlled Jenna crushed her mouth to his, kissing him with so much fervor, so much passion, Garreth was temporarily stumped.
    She kissed him in the exact same way he wanted to fuck her. Hard, insistent, determined, as though burning him with her mouth. Branding her taste on his lips, marking him as her own.
    It worked. He was hers. A million times over. Burned, branded and marked. But then he always had been. Since that first meeting.
    Her kiss was wild and uninhibited, as though she gave no thought to technique and merely gave in to her instinct to make him hers.
    Garreth let her. Let her lead him with her gluttony, consume him with her voracious appetite. Let her take forceful command of his mouth. His body, his senses, his soul. She was the one tied to the chair, yet he was the one who couldn’t move one damn muscle.
    Not while her lips took, demanded, plundered. Stole his very heart.
    He surrendered it willingly. Surrendered everything he was. To her.
    Her kiss was brutal, punishing, unexpected from a woman so petite. Garreth would have let her glorious assault continue for an eternity, if she hadn’t groaned deep in her throat. If she hadn’t torn her lips from his, stared straight into his eyes…and said it again.
    “I love you, Garreth.” Sincerity and love rang through her melodious voice.
    This time when their lips met, it was he who took control, he who molded his mouth to hers, caressing her lips, urging her to relax into the kiss, appreciate it, enjoy it. He whose tongue traced her plump bottom lip before seeking entry into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. He who nearly came when she parted that mouth for him, accepting his tongue, welcoming it, stroking it with her own.
    He sunk his hands into her hair, holding her head, angling it so he could deepen the kiss. He poured his heart and soul into the kiss, loved her fully with it, accepted nothing less than her complete surrender in return.
    Her body relaxed below him. She seemed to melt back into the chair.
    Oh, yeah. She was his.
    All neatly tied up for his entertainment.

Chapter Four
    Molten lava ran through her veins, burning her from the inside out. Or maybe the heat came from his touch, from the hands that moved from her hair, down her arms and up her stomach, skimming over the ropes that bound her and settling just below her breasts.
    Settling there. Not moving. Not an inch. Not one damn inch.
    She shoved her breasts outward, as far as she could, silently begging for his touch.
    Dear God. He’d done it for her. For them. Slept with Rachel to make Jackson jealous.
    Jenna had been so sure he’d done