One More Night with You by Lisa Marie Perry Read Free Book Online Page B

they’d captured, tortured and murdered his cousin eight years ago. The feds hadn’t gone out of their way to clean up his image, but what did it matter now? There was so much that Joey didn’t know. But she’d been a thread in a web that was bigger than DEA and even now it was necessary to lead her with lies.
    â€œThe kiss,” she said finally as fresh tears welled. “Don’t fight it.”
    There was something he didn’t altogether trust about her spurring him on, but as he’d said—he couldn’t fight it. Nor would he try. Giving her what she provoked, he let go of her hand to hold her head steady. She yielded, opening her mouth to bring him home.
    Her taste became his, the slick stroke of her tongue as necessary to him as oxygen. No borders had been settled, so he let himself roam. Parting the halves of her dress, he bared a pair of firm tits. Palming them, preparing them for his mouth, he grazed a nipple with his tongue before catching it in a sucking kiss.
    Zaf felt the pressure of her nails burrowing into the back of his neck, but when he started to retreat she pushed him closer. Gasping harshly as his teeth met her flesh, she said, “It doesn’t feel the same. Why doesn’t it feel the same?”
    We’re not the same. But he’d be damned if he let that defeat him.
    He unwrapped her hand from the cane and set the stick against the books beside them. Guided her to lean back. “Open your legs. Put...” He picked up her hand, selected the middle finger. “This one. Put it inside you.”
    â€œUh...”
    Zaf dove for her, touching his nose to hers before covering her mouth in a kiss. “Inside you, Jo.”
    Pulse hammering, he watched. When she slid her skirt up, exposing the slim thighs that had once straddled him, heat surged. When her hand disappeared beneath the fabric, he said something filthy that drew a private, sexy chuckle. “Are you wet?”
    She nodded.
    â€œSay it.”
    â€œAll right.” She flattened her lips, and her cheeks flushed an irresistible dusky color. Now who was shy? “I’m wet.”
    â€œShow me.”
    Joey withdrew her hand, held it up to him. The digit that had been inside her was glazed. As if she knew what he’d demand next, she ran her finger along his mouth. And when he parted his lips to take in the salty-sweet dampness, he gently snapped his teeth over her fingertip and coaxed it deeper before letting her pull out.
    â€œI want more of this,” he said.
    She shook her head, pushing his chest so she could have room to fix her dress. “I can’t. My body’s hot for you, but I can’t stand here half-naked—”
    â€œNow you’re modest?”
    â€œMaybe it’s not modesty. Maybe it’s decency.”
    â€œOh. So now, all of a sudden, you and I are decent people?”
    â€œI can’t pretend that sex will make everything all better. Can you?” Without allowing him the opportunity to approach the question, she tugged him forward to reverse their positions. Now his back was to the stacks and she was leaning against him for balance as she unfastened his belt. “Do you feel the way you felt when I touched you before?”
    Zaf was too riveted to comprehend what she was doing. He was staring at her determined frown and the tears collecting in her eyes. Then his pants were open and her fingers were sliding through his pubic hair to wrap around his dick. The first tug of her slim, soft-skinned hand had him bending his knees and groaning out loud.
    â€œQuiet, Zaf,” she whispered, establishing a slow-stroke pace and rocking with him. “We’re in a library.”
    â€œHold on—”
    â€œPrecisely what I’m doing.” Her smile was contradicted by the visceral hurt shadowing her face. She didn’t interrupt the tempo, but kept attentively working his cock. As fluid coated the tip, she made a satisfied