Playing for Keeps: Harford Scarlet Series by Toria Lyons Read Free Book Online Page B

posting the ones you’ve done.’
    ‘H – how did you know where I lived?’ she stammered.
    ‘Your address is on the club contacts list.’
    ‘Oh, of course.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Thank you for dropping them off.’ She went to seize the box from his hands.
    ‘Haven’t you also forgotten what happened last time you put your hands on this box? I’ll carry it in for you.’ He stepped into the flat, heading towards her.
    Sarah flushed and backed away from him, coming up against the kitchen worktop. He continued in her direction, dropping the box on the surface beside her. He took a deep breath then placed a hand on either side of her.
    ‘So, what is making you so wary of me? What have I done since arriving at Harford Park to make you run away from me or ignore me?’
    He towered above her, his scent filling her nostrils, her lungs. She stared at his chest as her legs weakened, moving her gaze up to his strong neck and his firm jaw. She noticed a small white scar on his darkly stubbled chin and felt an almost irresistible urge to lick it better.
    ‘Well, Sarah? Look at me.’ He raised a hand in front of her face to get her attention.
    ‘I am looking,’ she replied huskily, finally meeting his eyes.
    She saw his pupils suddenly widen then his mouth crashed down on hers, his muscled arms wrapping around her as hers went around him. He pressed her back against the counter, reached to her waist and yanked her top off. He pulled back to stare at her heaving breasts, barely contained in a sexy, cream lace bra, then his large, scarred hands came round to cup them. Her nipples protruded against the lace, begging for attention. He caught them between his fingers, pinching slightly, and she gasped.
    ‘Do you want to stop?’ he dragged out. ‘Sarah, do we have to stop? Otherwise I need to have you; I’m burning to have you. And we can’t stop this time.’
    Sarah breathed, ‘Please … please … oh …’ She scrabbled at his waist and he helped her strip off his top. His chest was lightly furred in a diamond shape. She ran her fingers over the smooth skin covering his powerful shoulders and down to his toned, ripped waist. He stripped off her bra and unfastened her jeans, pushing them down to her knees and then off. He lifted her out of them, and while she was held up, rubbed his face on her breasts then sucked each nipple deep into his mouth, alternating between them.
    Lightning shot from her breasts to between her legs. Sarah sobbed and writhed, suspended in the air, only able to reach his massive shoulders with her hands. He let her down slowly, rubbing each inch of his body against her, squashing his chest against her breasts until they ached for more attention, more heat, more damp.
    ‘I was dying to do this earlier. How I kept my hands off you, I’ve no idea.’
    ‘You didn’t.’ Sarah panted. ‘And if you don’t get your hands on me now, the frustration will kill me.’
    She grabbed at his firm, jeans-covered buttocks, pulling the huge bulge into her demanding pelvis. They strained together, both moaning until they realised it wasn’t enough. He slid one hand between them, pressing at her mound as he unfastened the buttons. He moved away just enough to strip off his boxers and jeans in one move and let her pull him in again.
    She cried out and he swore as hard met soft and hot met wet. She was soaking through her knickers and writhing out of control. Tom ripped the seams on her hips and pulled the remaining fabric away, making her gasp at the friction on her swollen places. A rough finger pressed inside her and Sarah squeezed him, almost coming. She ate at his mouth and, as his fingers thrust inside her, clasped her own breasts, whimpering.
    ‘Down,’ he panted. ‘Floor. Must get …’
    She let him pull her down to the tiled floor and mewled as his hands left her for a moment to dig in his discarded jeans. There was a rustling of cellophane and she sighed as they returned to her. Her