Letting Go by Erosa Knowles Read Free Book Online Page B

presented the proper way to ask. “I mean, I would love to taste you right now. You smell so good. Can I taste you?”
    She frowned.
    What the hell did he say? His mouth needed to take a break and allow his mind to lead for a few minutes. Except, his cock had kidnapped his brain. Everything entering and leaving his thoughts revolved around him being balls deep inside her tight channel.
    “I’m falling.”
    He snapped out of his lust filled reverie. “What?” He hefted her upward. “There, better?”
    She nodded but didn’t meet his gaze.
    He walked to the sofa and released her. He sat and pulled her on his lap. If they never had sex he didn’t want her to turn away and not look him in the eye. With other women, it didn’t matter. But it seemed alien for her not to meet his gaze.
    “We don’t have to do anything, Kelly. Can I just hold you? We fit and I like touching you.” He ran his palms down her arms while his eyes flitted between her face and her breasts. She caught him staring at her breast and he smiled. What else could he do?
    She nodded and joined him. He pulled her close and stroked her outer thigh, each time his hand went higher until it lay beneath her dress on her ass. She didn’t object and he wouldn’t ask again.
    His other hand rested on the curve of her breast. She eyed him. He grinned again. “These are beautiful, you can’t blame me.” He squeezed the full globe with gentle pressure, pleased when soft moans escaped her mouth. He loved her responsiveness. One hand on her tits, the other on her ass, he should have been happy. But he wanted more.
    “What do you have on down here?” His questing hand outlined what had to be a tiny thong. He groaned as his imagination went into overdrive. “You’re trying to kill me. Admit it. You don’t like me and rather than admit it, you’re going to leave me with the worst case of blue balls in history.” He pulled the strap of the thong and released it, pleased with the snapping sound.
    “Hey, that’s not nice.” She pouted.
    His brow rose. “Not nice is wearing it and not allowing me to see.” He lifted the hem up, and craned his neck over her to see better. “I see your thigh and the top of your ass. Come on baby, stand and pull up the dress so I can see.” He continued rubbing her thigh, repeating his request.
    Then it hit him. What the hell am I doing ? Begging? For pussy? His hand stopped, and he placed it on the sofa.
    She looked at him.
    He met her stare. He never begged. Either she would or wouldn’t, her choice, but damned if he’d ask again. She pushed against his chest and stood. His heart dropped. She’d leave now. He’d just have to deal with the fallout, but he wouldn’t keep pushing.
    Grant looked up, tracked her backward steps and wished he could see through the material. He imagined the back of the thong nestled between her firm ass and the front showing just enough of her mound to keep him awake all night. Damn, why’d he like this stubborn woman?
    Enough already. He pushed against the sofa to stand and walk her downstairs. He’d return and take matters into his own hands for relief. It took a minute to realize her dress inched upward as if pulled by a hidden drawstring. His gaze locked onto the hem until the palest lavender thong showed.
    He swallowed hard and leaned back. The sight of her smooth pussy left him speechless. She didn’t stop at the top of the thong. No, she decided to ruin his night and his entire week by showing her slender waist and the bottom of her heavy breasts.
    “Damn, Kelly.” He hadn’t realized he spoke, or that he'd moved from the sofa until he saw her breasts in the palm of his hand. Swatches of lavender material covered the heavy globes. He unsnapped the back and the round, heavy globes filled his palm. “Take off the dress.” She held it high on her chest. He didn’t wait for her to comply. He leaned forward and kissed her nipples. Before the dress hit the ground, he had one tasty