Lonesome Rider and Wilde Imaginings by Heather Graham Read Free Book Online Page B

back, seizing her lips with his own. He felt her trembling beneath him. Her hands fell upon his chest.…
    Her lips parted beneath his. Sweet. A taste of honey, he thought. He plundered her mouth deeply, ravished it. She clung to him, accepting the onslaught, her heart thundering as his lips came from hers at last, touched upon her throat, her shoulder, down to her naked breast. She was beautiful, perfect, her breasts hard and firm, the nipples an exquisite rose shade, puckered now, and hardening against the harsh lave of his tongue. Her breath caught. Another gasp escaped her. Her fingers curled into his dark hair, into his shoulders. She stood trembling still, damn her, not fighting him yet. He pushed himself against her, touching her flesh, savoring it with his fingertips, with his lips, with his tongue.
    His heart hammered. His loins ached, his desire soared, and the hunger, the thunder, the beat within him was unbearable. Fight me, damn you! he longed to cry to her.
    But she just stood, trembling, her fingertips on him seemed so erotic, her scent filling him, her incredible ivory-skinned body an aphrodisiac that threatened to engulf him. He saw the darkness of his hands against the pale cream of her body. Fight me, he thought again. Dammit, make me stop this before I find myself damned.…
    But she didn’t fight him. And from that point, it didn’t matter. He bent down until his face lay against the warm silk of her belly, his lips touched and tasted, and his hands curled around her buttocks. Then he was rising, sweeping her into his arms and striding across the room. He laid her on the bed, the blue bed, with its clean sheets and soft plump comforter and feather pillows. Her hair spread across the sheets like gold against a blue sky, pure fire and elegant softness. Her eyes had fallen, but they didn’t meet his. Still, she didn’t move, and the beat of her heart seemed to thunder within her chest, her frantic pulse visible at her throat.
    The length of her stretched before him. She didn’t reach for the covers, didn’t turn, just lay there as his eyes raked over her, her elegantly slim throat, the fine bones of her shoulders and collarbones, her breasts, firm and erect, the slimness of her waist, the curve of her hip, the long, shapely length of her legs, the soft, blazing gold enticement between them.…
    His boots hit the floor first. His shirt and pants quickly followed. She heard him strip, heard his clothing hit the floor, and still her eyes didn’t open. But she knew what she was getting. She had seen him before.
    Naked, he came down beside her. He felt the heat of her body with the length of his own. Desire erupted, hard and searing within him. Longing, aching. He straddled her, found her lips, and kissed her with a strength that was far more hunger than force. He found her tongue and filled her mouth. Dropping his head lower, Blade caressed and tasted her breasts once more, stroking her belly with the flat of his palm, threading his fingers into the down of her triangle, lower, touching her, stroking her …
    A sound emitted from her. She moved, just shifting, gasps catching in her throat, her body trembling against his touch. She seemed exquisite. He eased himself down the length of her, forcing her thighs apart with the weight of his body. He touched her with the wet heat of his tongue, stroked, delved.
    Another sound escaped her, one that caused her to twist violently, burying her face in the pillow lest her cry be heard. She trembled wildly as he held her, stroked her, caressed her.
    He rose above her, cooling the fire that swept through him with a soaring need. Her eyes remained closed. She trembled wildly, but when he took her lips they parted swiftly at his touch, answering the hunger within them. He stroked down the length of her body with his thumb, parting her. Then he entered her, taking her with a hard, swift movement.
    She uttered a cry that she could not