Ray of Love (Lifestyle by Design Book 3) by Miranda P. Charles Read Free Book Online Page B

thumbed a pebbled nipple through the material.
    Faye tried to stifle a moan. "Mmphhh … those who've had it have sworn it's the best they've had," she panted.
    He pulled her dress farther down and stared open-mouthed for a few glorious seconds at the perfect rosy peaks he uncovered. Damn. He captured one between his lips and moaned with pleasure as he tasted it with his eager tongue.
    "Ahh, Ray!"
    Faye's cry of pleasure inflamed him even further.
    He had wanted to win their fun little game, had intended to tease her before stopping and saying he was now ready for a piece of her cherry cheesecake but he found himself pleading instead. "Can I have you now, Faye? Please?"
    She smiled at him sweetly, her eyes hooded with desire. "Since you asked so nicely … yes. Please."

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    Faye blinked in confusion when Ray raised himself up from the couch. Didn't I just say yes?
    "Come on up, baby," he said, extending a hand to her. "Not here. Bed."
    "Oh." She scrambled to her feet as she righted her clothes and led him to her bedroom. Once there, she switched on the light and faced him.
    Slowly, she shimmied off her dress, watching the play of desire on Ray's handsome face as his darkened eyes followed her every movement.
    "You're so beautiful," he whispered reverently as she stood before him with just her G-string on.
    Wordlessly, she took two steps towards him and reached for his shirt buttons. She could feel his heart galloping in his chest as she undressed him, her breath hitching at the sight of his muscular frame.
    Whoa, he is mega-hot.
    She ran her fingers on his pectorals and down towards his abs. A thrill ran through her as his muscles tightened in response to her touch. "How do you maintain these?"
    "Gym. You like?"
    She smiled seductively. "Oh, yeah."
    Her heartbeat accelerated as her attention focused on the huge bulge inside his pants. She couldn't wait to see all of him. Her fingers made short work of his belt. When she grazed his erection as she started on his pants, he hissed and grabbed her hand.
    "Sweetheart, I better do that," he said in a strangled voice.
    Gingerly, he unzipped his fly. Before getting out of them, he retrieved a condom packet from his pocket.
    Faye knew what she wanted to ask him next. Ray wasn't just anyone. He was a decent guy. She cupped his face. "Do you trust me?"
    He stilled. "Of course."
    "I'm clean and I'm on the pill. Can I trust you?"
    "Yes, you can," he responded with certainty.
    "Then we won't need this." She took the condom from him and slid it back in his pocket.
    The guttural sound that escaped Ray was in contrast to the sheer tenderness of the kiss he bestowed on her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead … Oh, it was so sweet. But she needed more. Much, much more. She was burning for him and needed his attention on certain parts of her body.
    "Ray, please." The need in her voice was unmistakable.
    He groaned. Her words seemed to snap him out of his self-control. In one swift movement, he was out of his remaining clothing and was guiding her towards the bed. She was on her back so quickly she didn't get the chance to admire his fully naked body. Later, she promised herself.
    He reared on top of her and kissed her with such passion it took her breath away. His hand moved to cup her breast, kneading gently, as his lips trailed downwards from her mouth to her neck and her shoulders before hungrily suckling on a taut nipple.
    She let out a lusty moan.
    "Baby, you drive me crazy," he rasped before laving the other peak with his tongue … and heading southward.
    "I need to taste you." He slid her panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor. Spreading her legs apart, he settled himself in between them.
    She panted in anticipation, hungry for his touch and his kisses on her area of greatest need.
    "Fuck," he croaked. "You're soaking."
    "Ray," she whimpered. When his tongue flicked her clitoris, she cried out loud. Her hips moved involuntarily, swaying uncontrollably against