Quest (Shifter Island Book 4) by Carol Davis Read Free Book Online

back down.
    But sometimes, trying to move him was like trying to move two tons of rock. He remained solidly in place, a smile playing across his lips, using his hands to fend her off—but only for a minute. Then he moved close again and began to explore her sex with his fingers—first one, then two of them thrust up inside her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
    “Is that better?” he asked softly.
    “You’re a bad man,” she muttered. “Mean. Don’t stop .”
    The two fingers plunged deeper.
    Her breath was coming in little gulps. He’d always been so very, very good at this: sure of himself, hesitant only when he understood that she needed to wait for a moment for whatever reason. Now, he didn’t hesitate. His thrusting became more rapid, more forceful, his goal very clear.
    Distantly, she could hear the sound of a TV. Thin walls, she thought fleetingly, but it didn’t matter that people might be able to hear her. Guided by Luca’s very capable hands, she went soaring up to the edge and over, clutching at him, gripping his fingers inside her as she climaxed.
    For a minute, her vision swam.
    That too was familiar; there’d been a lot of times with him when she’d lost track of where she was, when she was aware only that she was with him. She let herself relax into the sensation: the heat of his body, the pressure of his hand, the sound of his voice as he crooned close to her ear. It was almost a song, melodic and ancient, something that spoke to the deepest part of her.
    When her breathing had evened out and she could focus again, she reached up to cup his cheek in her hand.
    “Your turn?” she suggested.
    His cheek twitched a little. “I would very much like a turn.”
    He began to move onto his knees, maneuvering himself into position. Then he paused again, and a shadow crossed his face.
    “This room smells like poison,” he said.
    “It’s bathroom cleanser.”
    He pressed his nose to her belly, and she could hear him inhaling deeply, feel the tickle of his breath on her skin. “That’s better,” he murmured, and he moved from there to her throat, the valley between her breasts, her armpits, her sex, taking a deep breath in each spot, his grin growing more and more satisfied. His tongue had made its own gentle exploration, a tiny taste of each bit of her skin.
    Then, finally, he knelt between her legs. He grasped himself for a moment, long fingers wrapped around his cock.
    “Don’t tease,” she whispered. “Not now. I need you.”
    She lifted her knees, spreading them apart to give him more room, and in a movement so swift she almost didn’t see it, he was inside her, filling her to the brim. They both gasped with the pleasure of it, a sound that turned to long gasps and groans, loud enough that the people in the neighboring rooms certainly heard them.
    Let them listen, Allison thought. Let them wish they had this.
    He dipped his head to kiss her again, his tongue matching the rhythm of his cock as he plunged deep inside her, deeper than she thought it was possible for him to go. Her hands moved up and down his back, caressing his shoulders and the dip just above his buttocks as her tongue danced with his.
    So good. So, so good.
    How in the world had she ever said goodbye to this? To him?
    As if he had heard that, he whispered, “We belong together.”
    She couldn’t find it in her to disagree. Certainly, not now.
     
    The sound of the TV had stopped. Her neighbors, whoever they were, had gone out to dinner, she supposed—which reminded her that she had promised to have dinner with Julie and the bridesmaids.
    She had to be catastrophically late for that now. They’d be wondering about her, maybe a little worried.
    There was a clock on the bedside table, but she couldn’t see it.
    And it was hard to care. About dinner, about Julie, about any part of real life. The only thing that seemed important was staying here with Luca, wrapped in the warmth of his arms.
    “You’re concerned