More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) by Sierra Hill Read Free Book Online Page A

Sasha lifted her head, watching his every move behind hooded eyes, making no attempt to speak or stop him. The only outward expression was her tongue sweeping across her lower lip, and deep, steady breaths.
    His cock throbbed, in recognition of exactly what those lips felt like wrapped around his steely length.
    “You best not do what I think you’re about to do.” Her voice was sultry in both warning and needy desire.
    Jackson smiled, yanking her body down so her butt was at the edge of the bed, making room for him to step between her legs. If he bent down now, his erection would be nestled in the warmth of her core.
    “And what is it, exactly, that you think I plan on doing?”
    Her foot came up and pressed firmly into his hard-on, her bare toes wiggling tightly against his crotch, roughly rubbing his length underneath his shorts. Jackson grabbed hold of her ankle to keep her there, his dick throbbing against the arch of her foot. Or maybe subconsciously, he was protecting himself, in the event she planned on kicking him in the nuts. He wouldn’t put it past her.
    “It’s fairly obvious what’s on your mind, Rowdy,” she purred, rubbing her heel against his erection, eliciting a groan from him. “But we agreed we wouldn’t go there again. That was a one-time deal.”
    She moved out of his grasp quickly and pushed off the bed to stand. Although he took a slight step back, he hadn’t left much room to maneuver, so her body pressed flush against his.
    Sasha craned her neck up, as Jackson’s head bent down, their eyes met. His full of desire. Hers full of determination. He wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. He still wanted to taste her lips one more time. To see if it lived up to his memories.
    “But it was good, wasn’t it?”
    He couldn’t resist. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks, cupping the mounds of soft flesh with his fingers. He squeezed, jerking her into him, brushing his lips over hers.
    It started out soft, a ghost of a memory of the night they shared. Reminding them both of the spark. The heat. The chemistry that still brewed between them.
    Sasha’s lips parted with a sigh and he dove in with a searing kiss. His tongue searched hers out, finding her mouth hot and wet. She tasted of strawberries and beer, and he wanted to devour her. The kiss turned hard, frantic, as if trying to make up for lost time.
    Sasha arched against him, her breasts pushing up, nipples pebbling hard into his chest. His fingertips moved on their own volition, tracing the silky edge of her bikini bottoms. Back and forth. Dying to slip underneath, knowing that if he did, it could bring everything to a crashing halt.
    Jackson placed one of his hands at the nape of her neck, cradling her head, and the other remained on her ass, greedily digging into her flesh. She felt so good, so warm. Exactly how she felt the last time.
    “Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, her lips leaving his, much to his dismay. “It was too good, Jax. But that doesn’t mean we would be good together. We’d be a mess and you know it. And neither of us has the time for a complicated relationship.”
    Was that true? Were they so completely opposite that they could never fit together?
    Night and Day. Black and White. Hot and Cold.
    What if they just tried and see what happens? They might be opposites, but that’s what made them so combustible together. She thrilled him. Excited him. Turned him on like no one else had before. And yes, they both had very busy lives, his profession keeping him on the road constantly, locked in negotiations and board meetings. And hers, as an orthopedic surgeon, was stressful and time-consuming.
    Sasha pushed off his chest and moved around him, slowly inching herself toward the door. Dammit, he wanted her to stop. The last thing he wanted was her walking out that door.
    She was a beautiful sight. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession, as if he’d knocked the breath out of her. Jackson liked the