Playing for Keeps by Cherry Adair Read Free Book Online

parts of yours.”
    He raised a brow. “All of them?” he asked, kissing her palm.
    “Get naked and I’ll let you know which ones I want.”
    Jon smiled, a wolfish grin that had her heart doing the tango. “In a minute.” His hair fell over one eye as he stared down at her, and Danica pushed the strands back, letting her fingers linger to stroke the hard planes of his face. He needed a shave. “Now, pal. Right now.”
    “Whatever happened to foreplay?” He took a handful of sheer silk and slowly drew the fabric a few inches down her body.
    “Over—ah! Overrated.” Danica moaned at the sinuous slide of cool fabric against her sensitized skin. “Touch me,” she demanded, aching for him.
    “In a minute.” His eyes, hooded but intense, skimmed her torso. He touched a finger to a sore place just under her ribs. “Bruise.” He bent his head. The satiny strands of pooling hair were cool on her breasts, in contrast to the scrape of his stubbled jaw. He kissed the spot gently then lifted his head again to tug a few more inches of nightie down her body in a frustratingly slow glide.
    His hot hand followed cool silk. “I need both hands,” he told her hoarsely. “So you just keep yours right there.”
    Danica obeyed, curling her fingers around a pillow as he continued his maddeningly slow reveal.
    He kissed the bruises and bug bites all the way down her arched body with lips that made promises. He continued down the slope of her rib to her waist, around her navel, over her hipbone, first one, then the other. Danica flexed her fingers in protest, but didn’t break the invisible hold he put on her. He dragged the fabric down a few more maddening inches, but just before she had him where she wanted him, he shifted and started at the top again. How was it possible that her skin could have become even more sensitive?
    A rhythmic throbbing pulsed deep inside her as his lips followed his hands. Across the bridge of her collarbone, down the slope of her chest. . . Danica cried out as his mouth, hot, wet, eager, closed around her nipple. She arched, everything inside her tightening unbearably. She was on fire. Burning.
    Teeth scraped the overly sensitive bud, and she shuddered, sobbing his name, a curse, a plea as her body tightened another notch. “I. . .need. . .you,” she managed to gasp as the scalding wetness of his mouth worked its magic. “Now.”
    “Soon,” he promised. The single word came out in a rush of hot breath against her other breast.
    Powerfully impatient and wonderfully frustrated, Danica pressed her head back into the soft mound of pillows, hands balled into fists as the need he created consumed her. “Jon.” His name was an impassioned plea, spilling from her parted lips.
    “You’re so beautiful.” His voice was a husky whisper, more a breath than a sound. He moved up her body to kiss her mouth again.
    Hard. Hungry. Hers.
    Everything about Jon Raven was hard: his body, his erection, his head. Yep. That was almost as hard as his willpower.
    She’d fix that-
    As soon as she could move without shattering into a million pieces. “At. Least. Take. Off. Your shirt.” With barely a pause, he yanked it up and over his head, tossing it behind him onto the floor, then bent to run the slick heat of his tongue across her waist to dip into her navel. She curled a leg around the back of his knees and tried to pull him down to her.
    The vibration of his chuckle against her tummy sent ribbons of desire shooting through her at the speed of light. Forget keeping her hands restrained. Danica grabbed his shoulders, curling her nails into solid muscle. His skin was hot, blazing hot, damp, and smooth.
    She was breathing so fast she felt light-headed and giddy. She lost her train of thought as his mouth slid down her belly. She bit her lip he came close to the heart of her. Her body ached and burned. Hot, then hotter, then on fire. His open mouth trailed down her thigh, leaving her shaking and close to the edge.