Out Of Her League, An Erotic Romance by Ava Archer Payne Read Free Book Online Page A

attractive the woman he could enjoy. And like other men of means, James had not hesitated to avail himself of their abundant charms.
    So it wasn’t abstinence that caused Nurse Riley to spark such unparalleled hunger in him. Nor was it mere sexual curiosity. Something about his pretty little nurse struck a chord deep within him.
    He couldn’t get the taste of her lips out of his mind. Or the feel of her fingers entwined in his hair. Or her soft gasps and and whimpers as he nuzzled her neck and caressed her breasts—noises she hadn’t been aware she made, but had resonated inside him, fueling his desire.
    He wanted to tap the passion buried inside her, passion she likely wasn’t even aware she possessed. Such lovely, sensual curiosity hidden beneath her prim facade. He was amazed other men couldn’t see it as clearly as he could.
    Four days had passed since their impulsive intimacy in the morning room. Four maddening therapy sessions in which Nurse Riley had massaged his muscles, stretched his limbs, bathed his skin. Working beside Dr. Michaelson, she’d maintained a perfect professional distance and it had nearly driven him mad.
    Though she had avoided his eyes, it had been impossible for them to avoid physical contact altogether. James had been tortured by the delicate scent of her skin. He’d been mesmerized by the way her hips gently swayed as she moved, by the way her breasts rose and fell, by the rich, throaty tone of her voice. His thoughts focused not on Dr. Michaelson’s description of his treatment, but on imagining what provocative bit of finery his sweet, dutiful nurse wore beneath her gowns.
    Every day spent in her company became a sensual ordeal. And every night he went to bed in a painful state of arousal. There existed scores of bordellos in London. James could have sent his footman to any one of those establishments with directions to bring home a partner to slack his lust. He seriously considered it.
    The problem was, he wanted more than pure sexual release. Lust was a sloppy word, altogether too coarse and indiscriminate, like a clumsy shotgun that scattered pellets helter-skelter at whoever had the misfortune to cross its path. James’s need was rapier sharp. His desire was pinpointed, targeted on one particular sight.
    Katherine Riley.
    Rather than bed a poor imitation, he went to sleep alone and fantasized of taking Kate. He imagined thrusting his throbbing cock through the shadowy cleft of her cleavage. He imagined running his hands all over her luscious body. Resting the ripe plum tip of his penis on her lower lip. Burying his face in her breasts. Between her thighs.
    He dreamed of sucking her nipples until they grew as tight and hard as shimmering pink marbles. Kissing her belly, her sex. Probing her slick channel with his fingers, then his tongue. Watching her writhe and moan as she reached orgasm. Driving into her tight, hot sheath over and over until he came with an explosive force.
    Then, alone in his bed as his fantasies peaked, he would stroke his shaft until he came in earnest. That was his only means of temporarily purging from his mind the lewd visions of his proper little nurse. But his satisfaction had an edge. His physical release wasn’t complete. Not without her.
    It was all too depraved and embarrassing. Everything about the woman brimmed with untapped, untouched, erotic potential. He recalled the powerful effect it had had on him when she’d moistened her lips, closed her eyes, and tilted back her head to offer him a kiss. He harbored no doubt at all that she was a complete innocent.
    James was not a man naturally drawn to virgins. In fact, just the opposite was true. He preferred a bedmate fully schooled in the art of sexual pleasure. But Kate was different. Kate he wanted to personally teach. He wanted to—
    “James!” Vanessa’s shrill voice carried across the room, interrupting his thoughts.
    He turned. Bad form, that—fantasizing about one woman while in the room