Johnny Blue by Azure Boone Read Free Book Online Page B

his tone. I normally didn't respond well to demands from any man. But this man... there was something in that voice that said I'd regret not liste n ing. But the missed opportunity kind of regret. Like that ride to the moon .
    I eyed the high counter, wondering how I'd get up without making a fool of m y self. His hands were suddenly around my waist and he lifted me, solving my problem.
    I meant to thank him till I looked in his eyes. The look there was different. More determined and confident . And maybe... powerful. I swallowed my pulse and asked the first stupid question that came to my mind. “Like this?”
    His eyes lowered to my breasts and he locked them in his gaze while he placed his hands on my closed knees.
    Shit, why was I so nervous?
    He applied pressure that said open . But for some reason, I resisted. I didn't mean to.
    He paused and raised his eyes to mine. I wasn't sure what he saw, I tried to fix my face right but what should that be?  He held my gaze with such intensity, until I was breathless from it.
    He shoved my knees open so fast, I could only gasp. His gaze remained locked on my shocked one for several seconds. “You trust me?”
    Heart slamming my ribs, I swallowed the unusual anxiety, considering. I finally nodded .
    His fingers were the only thing that seemed to respond to my answer . They so f tened and glided slowly along my inner thighs. His eyes still he ld mine with certain challenge, daring me to deny him, deny myself. If I could.
    My heart had relocated to where his fingers now headed. I gripped the edge of the counter top tightly . His large hands latched to the juncture at my thighs and his thumbs swept soft circles over my throbbing lips . “You're so wet.”
    I could only whimper at that velvety voice, thick with knowing. Knowing just what he was doing to me . His liquid sapphire gaze lowered to my breasts while his thumbs rotated over the ache . My body took over, pushing my hips toward the pre s sure, needing more . His eyes rolled back up to mine and stole my breath .
    “Open wide for me. ” No sign of a beg this time .
    I wet my lips and did it. He looked at my breasts again then back into my eyes . His thumbs continued in those maddening soft circles , dipping barely in, but enough for me to hear how wet I was. I pumped my hips more, reaching for it. His lips parted with a long breath. Like I'd touched him back. He drew his fingers away a little, making me work harder .
    “Johnny, please.”
    He looked down between my legs. “Please what.” He slowly sliced his eyes back up to mine.
    “Please... touch me.”
    “I am touching you.”
    God, what did he want?  “More. Please . ” I squirmed .
    He glided his hands over my outer thighs , abandoning my ache entirely then turned away from the counter and went to the sink. I watched him get the coffee pot.
    “I was thinking chicken fraccasse , ” he said, “ I got the recipe from a cool little diner downtown.”
    What? Chicken....
    He put the coffee pot on the stove, turned it on, then faced me with a casual lean on the counter. “How's that sound?”
    I stared at him in my dripping wet panties trying to decide how to respond. Laugh, cry, get angry? What would get him to finish what he started?  Begging was on my tongue but I refused it, I wasn't all out of pride. Yet.
    “Sounds nice. ” The words actually sounded just as casual and it gave me a little confidence to play his game. Whatever it was. Hard to get? “Did you ask me to get on this counter for a reason?”
    His sexy mouth broke into a slow grin. “To look at you.” His eyes dropped to the breast visible to him. “While I cook.”
    Oh that scrumptious god of a man. “ Well let me give you a better view.”
    I swiveled so that my body faced the stove . “Are you sure you don't want my panties off?” I studied his oh so blank features carefully, looking for cracks in the f a cade.
    “I'm sure.”
    Ohhh Mister coolio huh? My clit tingled, evidently liking