His Taste of Temptation: In the Line of Duty, Book 3 by Cathryn Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

lush body, and making her cry out his name as he made her come for him. Jesus, the things he’d do to make her come…if only she were his.
    With his body hot and needy he rolled to his side to find the object of his dreams beside him, her long hair sprawled across the pillow. He growled low in his throat, his cock throbbing for him to take her. A riot of emotions overcame him and he cursed, knowing he had to still be dreaming, because there was no way Madison would be in his bed with him.
    “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath.
    He closed his eyes, his cock throbbing, begging for release, but when he opened them again she was still there. He shifted closer and even in his semi-sleep state he could smell cherry, and something else, something that smelled like him. Christ, he really had to be sleeping because no way would his scent be all over her, not when he hadn’t put it there. He filled his lungs with her aroma and his body came alive, prickling with want as she saturated his sheet with her perfumed skin.
    She angled her head to the side, exposing the long, silky column of her neck. A groan crawled out of his throat as his mind shifted through all the things he wanted to do to her. He reached out and ran his finger along the sexy length of her throat, his raging hard-on pushing through his boxers—demanding attention.
    His touch roused her, and she blinked. With her lids barely open, and her eyes hardly focused she groggily asked, “Is this a dream?”
    “Yeah, baby. This is a dream.”
    She stretched out and he moved closer, running his hands along her soft, voluptuous curves. He dragged his fingers over her thighs until he reached the hem of her nightshirt. He gripped it and pushed it up to expose her body. When he glimpsed her bare pussy, he shook from head to toe, knowing for sure this was a dream, because in his fantasy world, Madison never wore panties. Ever.
    He closed his palm over one breast, and squeezed, kneading her flesh between his fingers like it was pliable dough. She writhed and placed one hand over his while the other went to her bare breasts, to give it the attention it craved. She plucked her nipple, and as he watched the pale pink bud stiffen he damn near sobbed with pleasure.
    “So good,” she murmured, and he didn’t miss the raw ache of lust in her voice.
    Brad licked his parched lips, pleasure forking through him. Jesus, her body was hot, so fucking hot for him. He climbed on top of her, pinning her beneath him as he buried his face in her neck. He caressed the long hollow of her throat with his lips, then lifted his head and practically howled as he reveled in the candied taste of her skin. He licked her flesh, trailing lower until he reached her full breasts. He drew an engorged nipple into his mouth and sucked as his hands crushed her hair. Unable to get enough of her in his mouth, he nibbled and bit, until their moans mingled.
    He shifted slightly and reached between her legs to find her pussy hot, ready, her curls damp with passion. Sweet mother of God! Hunger driving him, he forcefully pushed open her legs, barreling his way in. He knew he was being rough, overly demanding, but this was his dream, goddammit, and he’d wanted her for so fucking long now there was nothing he could do to slow himself down.
    Without waiting for an invitation, he inserted a finger into her slick folds. So soft. So goddamn fucking soft. He swirled his finger in her heat and he salivated as she bucked against him. The need to taste her had his body shaking, his blood burning hot.
    Pressure built inside him and his heart rate doubled as he slid down her body. Carnal desire swept over him. He pulled in air yet couldn’t seem to fill his lungs. His cock throbbed, a red-hot rod desperate to drive inside her tight, fluttering walls. Desperate to fuck the hell right out of her, he grabbed her legs and spread them impossibly wider, then shoved his face between her thighs. She made a noise—a hot, sexy bedroom