Love's Rhythm by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online

Make her remember what it was like. Make her cry your name. Make her plead for more. Make her love you again.
    He tore away from the kiss, hooked his hands under the hemline of her shirt and yanked it up over her head before she could utter a sound. Her breasts jiggled with the force of his disrobing, her nipples hard points—one still trapped by the cup of her bra, one revealed to his gaze. With a growl, he ripped the skimpy undergarment apart, Lauren’s squeal making his cock jerk in his jeans.
    He captured first one nipple and then the other with his mouth, suckling with ravenous want. She moaned and twisted beneath him, her fingers scraping at his shoulders. With another growl, he snatched her wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her as he thoroughly sucked on her breasts. She made sounds, sweet sounds, wordless sounds, her legs wrapping around his thighs, pulling him harder to her sex.
    Nick’s heart punched faster, driving eager blood into his shaft. His pulse thumped in his ears, a rapid beat echoed by the throb in his groin. He dragged his mouth over her smooth flesh, nipping at the under swell of her breasts with increasing urgency before sliding his tongue and lips down the line of her belly to the indent of her navel.
    As she always did, she hissed in a sharp breath. Lauren’s belly button was an erogenous zone and Nick wasted no time lashing it with feverish attention. He circled its circumference with the tip of his tongue, painted its shallow depths with broad strokes. She bucked each time, a hiccupping, “oh, yes, yes,” accompanying each physical reaction to his tongue’s caress.
    When he felt the muscles in her thighs begin to quiver, when he felt a tremble work through her body, he moved lower. How could he not when he pulled Lauren’s scent into his being with every breath he took? He could taste her pleasure, her need on the air, a perfume so familiar to him that for a dizzying moment he almost believed he’d never been without it.
    His chin nudged the waistline of her trousers. He released her wrists and fumbled with her fly, lifting his head from her belly only long enough to watch his hands slide her snug charcoal pants down over her hips.
    His heart slammed into his throat. His mouth went dry. “Oh, babe…”
    She lay before him, nothing covering her from his gaze but a pair of tiny red lace knickers.
    Lace of her heat, slips into my soul, keeps her from me forever and I grow
    The lyrics from a song he’d written a decade ago whispered through his mind, a song about a woman called “Heartbreak”. A tormented song. A tortured song.
    He didn’t want to listen to them, think about them. He wanted…
    “To taste your honey on my tongue,” he murmured, a second before he pressed his palms to Lauren’s inner thighs, spread her legs wide and lowered his head to her pussy.
    “Oh, Nick!”
    She moaned his name as his tongue stroked her folds through the lace of her undies, her hips thrusting upward to meet his touch. She sucked in a ragged breath, shoving her hips higher as he flicked at her clitoris.
    The lace rubbed at his tongue and he growled, snagging the crotch of her knickers with a finger and yanking it aside. The scent of her pleasure filled his breath instantly. His cock swelled harder at the subtle musk. “You taste as good as I remember, babe.” He spoke against her inner thigh, his lips brushing her skin as he ran the pad of his thumb over her wet seam. “I want more.”
    He slipped his thumb into her pussy, lapping at her clit as she bucked into his penetration. She called out his name, louder this time, her hands grabbing at the bed’s duvet. He wriggled his thumb deeper, sucking the nub of her clit into his mouth, laving it over and over again with his tongue.
    “Nick.” Lauren’s gasps turned his name to a breathless pant. “Nick, I…I’m…”
    “Come for me, baby,” he urged against her sex, withdrawing his thumb long enough to dip his tongue inside her damp