Passion Over Time by KyAnn Waters, Natasha Blackthorne, Tarah Scott Read Free Book Online

fantasy brought to writhing, moaning life.
    It defied everything he thought he knew about women.
    Ladies would never do it. Mistresses might, if they were in a good humor—but in a practiced way, every move showing that they were play-acting.
    This was no performance. This was woman in her most sensual, intimate abandon.
    He approached the bed and stretched out alongside her. “Do you want it that much, Beth?”
    Her eyes glittered with stunning desire. “Can’t wait…please don’t make me wait.”
    “Christ.” His hand raced up her thigh as though guided by a force beyond himself. Her hand fell away as he reached the softness of her outer lips. Luscious lubrication seemed to be flowing over her inner folds. She was hot, impossibly wet. Irresistible.
    He slipped two fingers inside. Her mouth fell open and she uttered a high-pitched squeak. The sweetest sound to ever ring in his ears. He held her gaze, drowning in her blue depths as he carefully explored her forward wall, feeling along the slick velvet ridges until he reached that little swell. He pressed gently but firmly.
    Her eyes widened. She sucked in her breath loudly, and her whole body went rigid.
    “There, my darling?” He pressed again, firmer this time.
    “G-god.”
    His palm flat against her nether lips, his fingers stroked deeply.
    On a moan, she lay back and closed her eyes. Those honeyed walls hugged his fingers and she flattened her palms on the bed, pressing down. Her hips thrashed as moans tore from her throat, growing more and more strident with each passing moment.
    She moved so frantically, it was hard to stay on target. But his thumb circled her erect nub while his fingers moved inside her with steady firm motions.
    “You’re…a…”
    He redoubled his efforts.
    “Oh, God!” She caught her breath with a hitching note. Her body began to tremble, “God—”
    Her inner walls squeezed his fingers in frantic spasms and her body jerked off the bed. Her wetness drenched his hand. She screamed. His mouth came over hers, a moment too late. Her pleasure resounded in the chamber, still echoing in his ears as he lifted his mouth.
    They’d be lucky if someone didn’t call the watch.
    Cool, rain-scented air billowed the curtains and rushed in. Beth lay panting, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin, a rosy flush fading from her breasts. Sweat-glistened gooseflesh rose and her nipples were tight raspberry points. He bent and tasted of their salty sweetness. The scent of her arousal permeated his nostrils, the most tantalizing perfume. No woman smelled like her. So carnal, so feminine, so—A pang of lust throbbed in his cock, making it so hard the skin felt stretched, painful. Christ, he had to feel her delectable little body beneath his. Now. A crash of thunder brought him to his senses.
    Damn it, this wasn’t the way to take charge of the situation. He went and closed the window. Then he returned to her and laid a soft flannel blanket over her nakedness. His cock throbbed in aching protest. He ignored it.
    He rested his hand over her belly. Christ, it was so flat, so firm; he’d wagered he could bounce a coin off it. He caressed her, lingering over her satiny flesh. He imagined the slight, soft roundness her stomach would show in few years. The more womanly curves she would possess after she had borne a child or two.
    That would certainly be a gorgeous sight to see.
    He frowned. Where the devil had such a thought come from? He wanted to see her as his own spoiled mistress, not as someone else’s dutiful wife. He sought something to distract his mind. “I am a what?” he asked, recalling the last words she’d uttered before pleasure had consumed her.
    “A…genius at dexterity,” she said, breathlessly.
    He laughed. What would she do or say next? He daren’t guess. “Sit up.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I want to undo your hair.”
    She raised her brows. “Is it necessary?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “But it takes so long to fix.”
    He