No Strings Attached by Jaci Burton Read Free Book Online

did she start to feel those nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
     She’d been with only one man her entire life. What if she really didn’t know how to…do
     this? What if she was lousy at it? What if after they had sex Clay found her lacking?
     She’d be mortified.
    But all thoughts of uncertainty fled when Clay began to unbutton his shirt, revealing
     a wide expanse of beautiful chest and flat, ridged stomach. He shrugged off the shirt
     and let his pants fall to the floor. He was so different from James—muscular where
     James had been lean and wiry. She hated that James kept entering her mind, but he’d
     been the only man in her life. Visions of him still swam in her head.
    Until Clay tugged his boxers down his hips. His erection bobbed, thick and rigid,
     impossible for her to ignore. She felt heat and moisture between her legs, as well
     as the urge to rub the swelling throb of her clit.
    But tonight she wouldn’t have to touch herself, wouldn’t have to imagine a man between
     her legs satisfying all her desires. Tonight there’d be reality instead of fantasy.
    Tonight there was Clay.
    She drank in the sight of him, so incredibly beautiful from his dark hair to his muscular
     legs to his erect cock that made her mouth water. He bore scars on his arms, some
     she remembered him getting on the job because they often worked side by side on shared
     projects. He’d blow off most cuts and gouges and scrapes no matter how deep. He was
     tough.
    He sat on the bed. “Come here, Ella.”
    She moved forward on shaky legs and stopped in front of him, her breasts level with
     his face. Her nipples puckered and he apparently noticed that, because his lips curled
     up.
    He reached out and traced his finger around each nipple. Her breath caught, her body
     shuddering all over at the contact. It had been so long. So damn long. Tears rushed
     to her eyes and she blinked them back.
    This is just sex. Quit making such a big damn deal out of it. It doesn’t mean anything.
    He slid his thumb over her nipple, a soft back-and-forth action. Her sex quivered
     with delicious sensation. For the first time in years, she felt her body swelling,
     coming to life, arching toward a man’s touch. It felt achingly familiar and yet oh,
     so different.
    He widened his legs and pulled her between them. His thighs were warm pressed against
     hers. He moved his hands from her thighs to her hips, ignoring the panties she still
     wore, sweeping his touch over her waist as if he were memorizing every inch of her
     skin. This slow exploration made her pulse skitter, her body temperature rise.
    “You have a beautiful body, Ella. It’s a shame no one’s touched it in so long.”
    He swept his hands around her back and drew her toward him. She braced her hands on
     his shoulders as he fit one nipple into his mouth. Slow, easy, teasing her as his
     tongue snaked out to lick around the areola, tantalizing her with his warm, wet tongue
     until she couldn’t take it any longer. She dipped farther in, sliding her breast against
     his tongue. His low hum of approval melted inside her, made her tingle in anticipation.
    He fit his mouth over the bud, sucked gently and rolled his tongue over her nipple.
     She tilted her head back and moaned at the nearly unbearable pleasure of it. With
     each tender suck her pussy quaked. She had no idea that connection could be made.
     Had it just been so long that she didn’t remember?
    That had to be it. She’d felt pleasure with James. Sex had been good with him. Really
     good.
    Stop. Thinking. About. James.
    Not now, not when the pleasure was so great, when it was only Clay she wanted to think
     about. She wouldn’t compare one man tothe other, wouldn’t think about being in bed with Clay and what it meant. It meant
     nothing.
    It meant everything. It would be the first time she was going to be with another man
     besides James.
    Clay leaned back. “Something on your mind?”
    She was panting, her body