Just Want Somebody to Love (Bella Warren Book 1) by Keri Ford Read Free Book Online Page A

He’d gotten his hands in her hair, and he hadn’t wanted to get them back out. The times he’d let the strands go were to get his hands on her body. He itched to do that again.
    Her eyes were tired, but her lips tipped in that way that kept dragging him back to this bed every time he started to leave. Not this time, though.
    Three AM. So much for celebrating with Brandon tonight. They’d have that talk in the morning. Knowing he had that coming was the only reason he pushed off the bed. Biggest day of their lives, and he didn’t want his brother to look back and remember Justin giving the news half-asleep.
    The muscles in his legs pulled as he stood. Holy hell, was he going to be sore from sex? He rubbed over his face again. Not possible. He caught sight of her, and the images of the night flashed through his mind. Holding her, bending her over. The cramps he’d caught but ignored, then forgot about.
    Okay. Maybe sore was possible. Worth it. “I have to go.”
    “I know. You’ve been saying that for about two hours.”
    He managed to get his jeans pulled up even though the sheet she wore served her on a silver platter. The rest of her—hell, all of her—tempted him to take those jeans right back off for round four. No wait. That would be number five. He cleared his throat and buttoned his pants. “You’re hard to leave.”
    She patted the space next to her. “Still warm.”
    He leaned over—didn’t risk sitting—and gave her another one of those body bending, forceful kisses. By the time it was over with, she was breathless. Her mouth was wet from his, and her dreamy eyes filled with a hundred more positions he’d like to bend her into.
    He stood once again and let out a heavy sigh. Damn. He never dreaded leaving a woman before so much in his life. If she just wouldn’t pout her lips like that. Or maybe she should just put a sack over her head until he got out of there. As if a paper bag could hide her from his imagination.
    He shook his head. He had made arrangements to be here through Monday. No sense in packing all this in one night. Not that he wouldn’t try that again if he got the chance. “Are you free tomorrow around lunch?”
    “I can be.” She moaned and hugged a pillow as she rolled to her side. The sheet fell along the sweep of her curves, dipping for her waist and rising over her hips, only to trail along the length of her thighs. “My mom is coming in town sometime in the afternoon, though, so I can’t lie around in my bedroom all day.”
    He frowned. “There went my idea.”
    She searched him, and damn it. He had to get out of here before he ended up back in the sheets she looked to be strangling. She wadded the sheet another turn around her hands, dipping it lower down her chest until the light shade of her pink nipples started to show. “You did want to see how well I could remember my way through the trails in the woods. I know of a couple places we could disappear to for a while. I have a big blanket.”
    He scrubbed over his face, and there was no erasing the immediate image of her naked under the sun and waiting to do whatever they could dream up. “I like the sound of that.”
    “Do you know where The Curve is?”
    “I can find out. Noon?”
    “Noon sounds good.”
    “I have to go. By any luck, Brandon hasn’t locked me out.”
    She loosened her grip on the sheet, letting it dip. “If he has, it won’t take long to warm a spot in the bed back up.”
    Another five minutes here and he could justify staying. It was time to go. Celebrating had to end so he could spill the news with his brother and begin the celebration all over again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    “I’ll walk you out.” She stood off the bed, leaving the sheet behind, and encouraged his dick to get a rash on his zipper. He looked away and made the mistake of staring at the torn apart bed. Sex good enough that the sheets weren’t even on the bed anymore? That about described their night. He faced her