Mastering the Devil (Rush Series Book 4) by LR Potter Read Free Book Online Page A

how you got your nickname,” he murmured against her hair. With practiced skill, he tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her up gently to meet his lips. While his hands were gentle in deference to her physically abused body, his lips were rough and demanding. He nipped against her bottom lip until she opened up to him and he pushed his tongue into her mouth and slid it sensuously against hers, making her moan.
    It took every ounce of his control not to tighten his grip on her. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel the silky slide of her body surrounding the raging hard-on he had, which was currently begging to be set free from its confines. Pulling back while he still possessed some rationalization, he whispered darkly against her ear, “I can’t wait to be buried so deep in your body that you beg me to let you come.”
    Her body quivered underneath his hands at his words. “Yes, please.” As she once again brushed her lips against his body, the words she whispered, had him harder than he’d ever been.
    With an oath, he said, “Little Devil, you will be the death of me!”
    Grabbing her lips for another kiss, he plunged his tongue back into her mouth and slowly began stepping them backwards towards the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the bed’s edge, he softened the kiss and swallowed hard against his raging need. With hands that trembled slightly at the tight control he needed to maintain, he eased her jacket off her shoulder and down her arm.
    He hesitated. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t… you couldn’t.”
    It was then he realized she still had on a hospital gown, which was tucked into her pants. He grinned as he brushed his knuckles down over one breast, and it budded up under his brief touch. “Been a while, has it?”
    She closed her eyes and absorbed his touch. “Not since you.”
    His hands stilled at the fastening of her pants. “Why?” he finally asked, when she opened her eyes to his.
    She glanced away as feelings of vulnerability rushed over her and she swallowed hard, “I’ve never wanted anyone else,” she said softly.
    His face creased into a soft smile. “Oh Little Devil, the things you do to me. ” He traced a finger along her jawline before leaning in to place a soft, tender kiss against her lips. Pulling back, he unfastened her pants and slid them down her legs and bent to help her step out of them and removed her shoes at the same time. As he rose, he slowly ran his hands up her legs, noticing the cuts and abrasions. He made tssking sounds as he stood. “It seems you are banged up every time I see you,” he said with a grin. Bending to cup her bare bottom, he kneaded his hands gently into her soft flesh and murmured against her ear, “But I do like you commando.”
    She gasped at the feel of his fingers on her skin and waited with her heart hammering painfully against her chest for him to finish undressing her. He turned her around so he could get to the tie of the gown. The touch of his fingers brushing against her neck sent shivers down her spine and she trembled beneath his hands. It’d been so long. No one ever got to her the way Alex Masters did. She’d wanted him from nearly the first moment she’d seen him leaned against the bar the night they’d met.
    Unhurriedly, he allowed the gown to slip from her body and slowly turned her back to face him. He ran his hands across the silky skin of her shoulders and down one arm. While his touch was intoxicating, she knew from past experience, he was checking out her injuries. He ran a finger along the binding that kept the shoulder which had been dislocated, stationary.
    “Oh, Devon. What have you done to yourself?” he murmured, almost to himself.
    Wanting to get his mind off her injuries and back to her most pressing needs – and that being lust, want, and desire – she lifted a hand and pressed it against his erection which had lost some of its rigidity during his inspection. Her mouth became