Passion And Fire (Passion #4) by J. A Melville Read Free Book Online

big and my body responded with a rush of moisture to my already over eager pussy.
    Damn him, he was robbing me of my self-control and I had to reluctantly concede I wanted the arrogant, demanding bastard. With my back wedged up against the edge of the desk and Damien pressing into me from the front, I had nowhere to go. Our lips continued to tease and nibble at one another, his hands moved restlessly up and down my back and I clutched frantically at his hair, holding onto it like my life depended on it.
    He groaned again, his hips shifting against me as his own desire grew. His movements increased and he thrust, dry humping me, pushing that impressive cock of his against me.
    I sighed into his mouth feeling myself getting wetter, my need for him greater, and with a shaking hand, I lowered it between us, cupping his impressive bulge, grasping him through the denim and rubbing my palm against him.
    Damien suddenly ripped his lips from mine and I gasped, dragging air into my tortured lungs. As I struggled for air, I felt him grind himself against me, his lips nuzzling into my neck, and his teeth grazing my sensitive skin.
    “I want you.” He whispered as he kissed a trail down towards my collar bone, causing me to shiver. I felt my heart leap and yet another flood of moisture soaked my panties at his huskily spoken words. Fuck this man was too much. He was sensory overload.
    When I felt his hand cup my breast, finally common sense prevailed and it was as effective as a bucket of icy cold water thrown over me. I pushed back hard, taking him by surprise which caused him to release me, giving me time to scramble past him where I rushed for the door.
    “Flame?” He called my name and I hesitated, turning back to look into his frustrated eyes. They were burning with the depth of his desire for me and yet I saw the question in them, the confusion over my sudden need to flee. His body was stiff, the tension radiating off him and that damn erection of his, that huge bulge of his cock through his jeans, taunted me and tempted me, but all I did was stare at it before reluctantly meeting his eyes.
    “I’m sorry but I can’t do this.” I told him and rushed out the door.
    “I told you, you weren’t gay.” He called but I didn’t stop. I hurried up the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door, throwing myself on the bed, feeling the frantic thumping of my heart beat as I lay there, trying to get myself back under control. I struggled with it and in a fit of frustration, the tissue box on my bedside table hurtled through the air, slamming against the wall before crashing to the plush carpet, landing with a soft thump.
     
    Damien
     
    Damien stood for a while in the study after Flame had rushed out and left him about as desperate with the need to fuck as she could have left him. What just happened? Why had she run from him like that? She said she didn’t get involved with men but she’d been aroused, he could tell, she definitely wasn’t gay, so what the fuck was wrong with her?
    He wanted to go after her and demand to know what her problem was but two things held him back, no make that three. Chloe and Cassie were out there and probably busting to know what was going on with him and Flame, and the other thing was his cock. He reached down to cup the poor thing and winced at the pain. That bloody woman had him all tied up in knots, and he’d been hard for fucking hours. If he didn’t get some relief soon he was going to explode, or strangle his poor fucking balls until they fell off. He’d been close to his cock and balls for a hell of a lot of years now and no little cock teaser woman was going to put them in jeopardy.
    Gingerly he adjusted himself in his jeans and walked out of the study, aiming for a nonchalant look despite the agony going on in his pants. Chloe and Cassie were still sprawled out on their respective lounges and they barely looked at him when he entered the room. He wasn’t fooled though. The hint of