Masked Attraction by Mary Hughes Read Free Book Online

to her breast. Warm, silky smooth naked flesh met his fingers. Zoe’s pure skin felt like a dream. He clasped the globe, squeezed gently. She rewarded him with a purr.
    Fine. He was going down, but he was taking her with him. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he laved the tip and slid his hand around her hip, into the open back of her dress—into her panties. He cupped her creamy flesh, caressed the downy hair on the sweet spot at the base of her spine.
    She moaned her pleasure. Her knees rose, feet running up his calves to his thighs. Her hemline rose, too, coming within reach of his hand. Leaving the panties, he winched the skirt up until the dress was bunched around her waist.
    Until only a wisp of silk was between his fingers and her precious sex.
    He kissed her breast more gently now, tongue swirling along the tight tip, teeth gently nipping. Her slender, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, a fulcrum for her hips rocking against him.
    “Daniel,” she panted. “I want you to…” She arched her hips toward him.
    With any other woman it would be an unmistakable request. With Zoe, it became his imperative.
    He slid a finger under the inset of her panties, directly onto her sex. She hissed through clenched teeth and arched, hard, driving his finger inside. He groaned. She was swollen, drenched, and so hot. She answered with a long, low moan and a wiggle.
    Deep inside her scorching heat as she found her pleasure—exactly where he wanted to be. He began to caress her, long and slow. She rocked against his hand, seeking more. He responded with a second finger, stroking more firmly, faster, beginning to thrust and withdraw in rocking waves as old as the sea.
    Under him, her skin began to dew. Her face flushed, and her ruby mouth parted, panting her rising excitement. A flush rose up her pretty round breasts, too, like thousands of blooming flowers. Her scent filled his nostrils, woodsy and hot, fiercer and wilder than any human…
    Woodsy. Wild. The idea had almost intruded before, but then he was taking as much as he was giving. Now he was focused on giving alone, focused on her—and the thought broke through, arresting his fingers midstroke. Wild. Animal. Magic.
    It couldn’t be.
    Of course it could. He wouldn’t have known the signs in high school. But he knew now, from his arcane classes at Nostradamus University. He opened his third eye on her, a brief glimpse on the ethereal. Sure enough, wild magic was in her aura. He clamped his ethereal eye shut.
    Damn it, Zoe Blackwood was a shifter .
    She howled her dismay. “Why’d you stop? You can’t stop.”
    “Sorry.” Fortunately, while witches could recognize shifters, they couldn’t identify witches. She wouldn’t know he was a wizard. He started again, pushing the knowledge and implications from his mind, determined to give this woman who’d haunted his dreams an orgasm she’d never forget.
    Since it would be the last time he could.

Chapter Four
    Daniel thrust his fingers harder, plunged deeper. When Zoe moaned, he groaned at the sound. She responded so beautifully to him, he never wanted it to stop.
    But he’d have to.
    Frustration made his strokes almost brutal. Made him nip her naked exposed flesh, earlobes, neck and breasts, suck at her nipple like a wild animal.
    She responded by clutching him to her so hard his ribs creaked. She took everything he had to give, and she liked it .
    Lush, primitive heat filled him, power and strength and a sense of electrifying virility. With a snarl, he claimed her mouth and rode her sex with his hand until her eyes scrunched shut, her body trembling on the cusp of climax.
    “You,” she panted. “You, too.”
    “You first.”
    He drove his tongue into her mouth and claimed her like a beast. She thrust both hands in his hair and came with a guttural cry.
    Daniel stroked her savagely through it. Zoe whimpered, and her hips gave involuntary jerks as he reinforced the hard contractions with thrusts of his hand.