How to Worship a Goddess by Stephanie Julian Read Free Book Online

barely fit about the base. Oh my.
    She’d known he was big from having him in her mouth, but seeing his hands demonstrate his size made her want to fall to her knees and sing his praises. Right before she crawled onto the bed and ravished him.
    Instead, she stood mesmerized as he used his hand to stroke his erection. He pumped from root to tip, slow and steady. She watched him handle his cock with a tight grip, so tight she thought it had to hurt. Then again, this man had his body slammed into the boards three and sometimes four nights a week. He obviously knew what his body could take.
    As he worked, she watched the ruddy red tip burn even darker as it appeared and disappeared in his fist. She took a step forward, then another, drawn by an erotic pull deep in her gut.
    She had to touch his skin, feel his heat. Moisture drenched her sex and began to seep out of her body. She could smell her own arousal, mixed with Brandon’s heat, and the combined scents made her body tense on the very tip of orgasm.
    Great Mother Goddess, she felt her body clench, wanting to fall into ecstasy but not wanting to go without him.
    By the time she reached the bed, Brandon had rolled onto his back, the motion of his hand increasing.
    She couldn’t decide if she wanted to watch him come all over himself or if she wanted him to release in her body.
    Brandon made the decision for her by grabbing her hand and pulling her onto the bed next to him. In the next second, he covered her body, spreading her legs with his knees and holding her hands outstretched.
    He held himself above her, the dominant position keeping his erection from touching her but pretty much enveloping her body with his.
    She felt caged, overpowered.
    And she loved it. Loved having the decision taken from her. Loved being conquered.
    So many people depended on her, so many decisions to make. So much—
    Brandon dropped his head and sealed his mouth over hers, his kiss wrenching her back into the moment. He made her sigh in relief even as her body tightened in anticipation. He tasted so good, so right . His tongue rough against hers, his lips demanded a response she wanted to withhold only so he’d continue to kiss her just like this.
    Her hands clenched into fists as she kissed him back with equal desire. His hands loosened on her wrists and she moaned, trying to tell him without words that she liked to be held down. He understood exactly what she wanted. He moved his hands onto hers, laced their fingers together and stretched her arms out straighter.
    She didn’t know how long he kissed her, but it built a charge between them.
    Lucy felt her arus , her magic, rise so close to the surface of her skin, goose bumps coated her arms. Her magic wanted to come out and play, to wind around him like a cat and rub against him until it exploded.
    But she couldn’t let it get away from her. He wouldn’t understand the intensity of her reaction. Didn’t want to frighten him with it.
    Then again, her hockey player didn’t scare easily.
    With his mouth still locked on hers, he drew her hands over her head and secured them in one of his. Then he drew his now-free hand down her body in a light caress. He grazed down her side, missing all the important parts, yet still managing to make her feel as if he had touched them.
    Her hips tilted up, trying to brush against his cock. She felt the heat of his erection but couldn’t quite touch him.
    He broke contact with her mouth but remained close enough that she could feel breath on her cheek. “Did you want something, Lucy?”
    She opened her eyes and looked directly into his. “Touch me.”
    His hand stroked along the curve of her hip. “Here?”
    â€œHigher.”
    He brushed just under her breast. “Here?”
    â€œMy breast. Touch my breast.”
    â€œOh, I’m not sure you’re ready for that yet.”
    His lips curved in a hard, masculine grin and he ran one finger