Holding Her Close (Bits and Bytes, Book 0) (Bits & Bytes) by Allyson Lindt Read Free Book Online Page B

hard nub through her dress, pressure increasing as her moans grew louder.
    She clenched her skirt when she couldn’t find anything else to grab onto. His free hand moved down her bare arm, rested on her fist, and then continued lower. He inched the fabric up until his fingers brushed the outside of her thigh.
    “You have no idea—” He pushed her skirt higher, nails raking lightly up her skin. “—how hard it was to concentrate at dinner, knowing this was waiting for me.”
    It took focus to form words, but she managed to find her voice. “I have a little bit of an idea.”
    He reached her waist. The air brushed her now -exposed leg, and she shivered at the contrast with his hot touch. He squeezed her tit, the hint of pain mingled with pleasure and a moan tore from her throat. His fingers sought out her mound, rubbing through her panties.
    She shifted her weight to bring herself closer. He kissed along the back of her neck. “Is this what you want?” He pushed the thin, cotton crotch aside. His groan mingled with her gasp when he brushed her slit. “God, you wax? I love these surprises.”
    She didn’t have a reply. All her attention was on his hands, and her breathing was growing shallow.
    His fingers dipped between her folds. “And you’re so wet.”
    Her back arched when he brushed her clit.
    “There?” He placed a finger on either side of the swollen button.
    She nodded. Speaking was the last thing on her mind. His hands worked in rhythm tweaking her nipple and stroking her sex. She wrapped a hand around his left arm, nails digging in the faster he rubbed.
    Her hips bucked against the attention, orgasm tearing through her and stealing her breath.
    She was only vaguely aware of her own cries as she came. She rocked in time with him, pulling away when the touch became too much. He slowed his attentions and then stopped.
    She spun to face him, breathing still heavy, and draped her arms around his neck. Her voice was breathy. “Bedroom?”
    He grinned and brushed his lips over hers. “Damn straight.”
    He slid his fingers up her arms, raising goose bumps, and then grabbed her hands and tugged her toward the doors at the far end of the living room. “Right or left?”
    She veered away from the guest bedroom. “Left.”
    They stopped just short of the bed, and he whirled her back to face him. She loosened his tie, pulled it over his head, and moved to drape it on a nearby chair.
    He grabbed her wrist loosely. “Not so fast. What if we need that?”
    “ For..?” She trailed off as his meaning sank in, and a new rush of heat flooded her cheeks. Surrendering that kind of control to him opened up an entirely new wave of doubt. “Oh.”
    He took it from her and set it on the edge of her desk. “Maybe not tonight.” He winked.
    The teasing was enough to make her fumble over the buttons on his shirt, but she managed to undo them without too much trouble. Seconds later he stood in front of her shirtless.
    Damn he looked good. How did someone who spent all their time in an office and on the road have that kind of wiry definition in their chest? She traced her fingers along the muscle, memorizing each line.
    He inhaled sharply and grabbed her wrist. He tugged her closer and moved his other hand to her back, holding her tight.
    She kissed along his skin, a new wave of desire coursing through her when he growled. He brushed her shoulder blade above the line of her dress, and then she felt the fabric pull away when he tugged down the zipper.
    He pushed the straps off her shoulders and the dress dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet. She kicked it aside. Warmth mingled with self -consciousness when he held her at arms-length, gaze devouring her as she stood in front of him in nothing but a hot-pink bra and white, high-cut bikini briefs.
    “ Definitely enjoying the view.” His voice was low and heavy. He dipped his head, and his mouth glided along her collarbone.
    She sank back into the moment. Turning her