Kismet: A Serendipity Novella by Carly Phillips Read Free Book Online

her
body accommodate him, the strain of holding back showing in his
face.
    So did the play of emotions in his
expression telling her he felt it too—the fusing of their bodies
with no barrier between them. He was marking her and she feared
she’d never be the same.
    “I’m good,” she said, concentrating on
feeling, not thinking. And he felt incredible, hot and thick inside
her. “You won’t hurt me.” To encourage him, she lifted her head and
pulled his earlobe into her mouth, teasing and tugging with her
teeth.
    With a groan, he released the hold he’d been
keeping and began a steady thrust inside her. Her mind fogged. Her
body pulsed, a wave of pleasure rose inside her and she reached out
to grab it, to meet and match his rhythm, but the shoes and their
spiked heels held her back, preventing her from digging her feet
into the mattress for purchase.
    She moaned in frustration, her body in
desperate need of more than the delicious glide of his hard
erection deep into her. She needed to feel him slam into her, to
make her his.
    As if he knew and understood, he changed his
position slightly and adjusted his motion, twisting his hips each
time his body connected with hers. That did it. Every thrust
brought his pubic bone down hard against just the right spot and he
took her higher with each successive plunge deeper inside her.
Braced on his arms, he stared into her eyes, watching her as he
possessed her—body, mind, and soul.
    Frantic to hold onto some semblance of self,
to hold something back from him, she closed her eyes and—the
delicious movement ceased.
    He stopped moving completely.
    Lissa cried out, digging her nails into his
shoulders, urging him on.
    “Not until you look at me,” he said, his
tone harsh.
    She forced her eyelids open and met his
dark, sexy gaze. “I hate you,” she muttered.
    “No, you just wish you did.” And then he
began to make love to her once more.
    He played her body as though he knew it
intimately, taking her higher as he grew impossibly bigger and
harder, powering into her with deep, heavy thrusts. She was wet,
she was needy, and he satisfied every craving she had, the waves of
desire rising higher in her body.
    Yeah, she’d had self-induced orgasms over
the years, but they paled in comparison to having this man in
control. He slowed when she neared completion, letting her body
wind down only to hammer home harder again, building her need and
promising a spectacular climax he kept just out of reach.
    She whimpered, raising her hips, clenching
him tighter inside her, holding onto him until the slick moisture
of their connection sounded in the room, an erotic accompaniment to
the music they were already making together.
    Warmth, heat, and a sweet bombardment of
sensations swept through her at lightning speed, growing in
intensity, the ultimate prize almost within reach.
    “Come, sweetheart, because I sure as hell
am.” With that, he thrust deep and up high, twisting his hips and
taking her exactly where she wanted to be.
    Lissa came right then, her body so in tune
with him she exploded on command. She screamed, bucking against him
as the most amazing sensations rocked her world. Suddenly, he
tensed above her and shouted her name, his muscles clenching, his
hips continuing a pump and grind that sent her body into another
round of mini detonations that seemed never to end.
    He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard,
and she savored his weight and the warmth of his damp skin. “I may
never recover,” she said, only half joking.
    “Me neither.” With a grunt, he rolled over
and she felt the loss of contact too keenly. He leaned over and
pressed a quick kiss on her lips before rising and heading into the
bathroom.
    She rid herself of her sandals just as he
returned, not giving her a chance to decide whether to dress and
get out quickly or succumb to the urge to wrap herself in his arms
and fall asleep.
    Still naked, he climbed in beside her and
pulled her into his embrace. That