Love For Sale by Linda Nightingale Read Free Book Online Page B

Christian adopted by someone who wouldn’t love him the way she did.
    He slid his arm around her shoulders and bent to kiss her, this time tracing her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. He whispered a kiss to her neck, his lips like satin. A delicious shiver capered over her. Five senses fired at once, drowning her in sensation. He looked into her eyes, his so very blue. She couldn’t resist staring at him, her gaze worshiping him.
    “Will it embarrass you if I say I can’t wait to make love to you?” The English accent shaded his beautiful voice sensual.
    She studied his mouth, tasting the hot kiss they’d shared at Mayfair. Leaning into his embrace, she snuggled her face into the fresh scent of his hair, the silky texture a caress. Hooking his finger beneath her chin, he lifted her face and smiled.
    “Thank goodness you aren’t shy.” Her fingertip traced his chiseled jaw.
    He turned her into an embrace and kissed her, really kissed her, thrills chasing straight to her core. His kisses were expert yet innocent and totally delicious. She’d never longed for anything as much as she craved his touch in that moment.
    “Would you want me if I were?” He breathed into her, giving her sweet shivers again. “I’m only being myself. Stefan told me you didn’t ask for many changes other than the accent.”
    “I’ve always found accents exciting.” She pressed her lips to the firm softness of his mouth. “Yours is impeccable.”
    “Thank you, March. I rather like your accent.”
    “Texas, born and bred.”
    The limo’s heater whirred. She wasn’t cold, but she cuddled close to Christian, drinking in his maleness like a woman thirsting in a desert. As the city sped by, framed in the luxurious car’s window, he named streets and landmarks.
    She stroked his hand, trying to keep her composure as she imagined the silky smoothness of his skin against hers. “I thought Mayfair didn’t let their…you roam far from the site.”
    He hugged her. “My programming, you see. I’ve been given information about Houston and America in general since that’s where we’ll live. I’m anxious to see your home…and…” He darted a kiss to the tip of her nose. “To be alone with you.”
    She tilted her head, resisting a smile. “What will we do all alone?”
    “Fear not, I shall think of something.” He tossed his glorious hair, lifted her hand and breathed a kiss on her palm.
    She glanced at Christian’s zipper. Denim outlined a long, hard shaft. Her beautiful man wasn’t wearing underwear. She ran her hand up his thigh.
    He rested his head on the back of the seat, his eyes hooded, and said softly, “Touch me.”
    Desire knifed through her. March caressed the rigid length. His eyes drifted closed, a moan fluttering his too kissable lips. Her alpha bad boy absolutely knew how to dance as if no one was looking! She couldn’t do him in the back of a limousine. Or could she? He would. The hard evidence swelled tighter beneath her hand.

Chapter 4
    His hand glided beneath her skirt, skimmed up her thigh, and an electric current charged through March. A fingertip teased the hem of her lace panties. He stared into her eyes, smiling and tugged gently. Lace rasped her sensitized nub, firing her hotter. Her breath caught in her throat. Desperate for him to continue his exploration, wanting to feel him inside her, she closed her eyes, waiting.
    In another world, Ben cleared his throat. “Your hotel.”
    March jerked her hand away and sat back in the seat. His long fingers glided over her thigh in a slow retreat. She tugged her skirt down, swallowing embarrassment. As if they’d simply been discussing the weather, he sprang from the car, darted around the hood, and opened her door with a sexy, captivating smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes.
    Face flaming, March said, “Just for the record, Ben. You were one-hundred percent right.”
    The chauffeur glanced at Christian and smiled at March. “My very best