Risk the Night by Anne Stuart Read Free Book Online

her tell this man to go away.   But Drake’s face vanished, as the straps reached her elbows, her breasts
half-spilling from the utilitarian bra.
    He sat back.   “You know,
I’m finding these quite erotic after all.”   One of his long fingers slid down her skin, from her parted
lips, down her jaw and neck to the round tops of her breasts.   He leaned forward, his rain-wet hair
brushing against her skin, and put his mouth where his fingers had been.   She could feel the rasp of his tongue
against the beaded swell, and then his teeth, as they caught the edge of the
bra and pulled it down further, so that her breasts spilled out completely, no
longer shielded by the scrap of cloth.
    She knew the bra straps weren’t restricting her arms, but she felt
oddly bound, unable to move as he dipped his head down further, and his teeth
surrounded one nipple, a tiny pain that was oddly arousing, and she gave a
little squeak of reaction as her legs shifted restlessly.
    “Ah, you’re a talker,”   he
murmured, lifting his head slightly to run his tongue over the puckered flesh,
and she stifled her instinctive moan.   “Are you a screamer as well?”
    She gritted her teeth as he blew on the damp skin, another level of
arousal.   She was so wet she could
feel it, hotter than she’d ever been for Drake, hotter than she’d ever felt
before.   She needed to open her
mouth, to tell him she wasn’t doing this, when he moved to her other breast,
and this time his bite was harder, and she squeaked again, though whether it
was in pain or pleasure she couldn’t tell.
    She wanted to lift her arms, to put them around his neck, but the bra
straps were just enough to stop her, trap her.   The room was suffocatingly warm,
and she was covered with a thin film of sweat.  
    “Do you want me to take the bra off you?”   he whispered.   “Or do you like bondage?   I’m certain I can find something to tie you up with if you want to
pretend you had no choice.”
    He’d lifted his head, and she met his gaze as steadily as she
could.   “Do I have a choice?”
    “Of course you do, ma belle .   But you already made your choice, when you kissed me
back.”   His warm, strong arms slid
around her, and she felt her bra come free, and she was no longer bound. He
leaned back, pulling it off her and tossing it to the floor along with the
other clothes.
    “Can I change my mind?”
    He gave a soft laugh.   “Impossible.   You won’t be
able to.   You have my permission to
say no, of course.   I’ve never
forced a woman in my life.   But I
really don’t you think you could.   Not when I do this.”   He put
both hands on her breasts, still damp from his tongue, his deft fingers
plucking at them, wickedly skillful, and she wanted his mouth, sucking at her,
pulling at her, and she knew it hadn’t been arrogance on his part, merely the
truth.   She was too far gone.   She couldn’t, wouldn’t stop.
    He had to have felt the last of her resistance vanish, because his
smile was full of erotic promise.   “That’s my girl,”   he said
in his soft French.    He
pushed her back on the pillows with surprising gentleness.   “Now let’s get rid of these absurd
panties.”
    She let him slide the cotton down and off, and then he pushed her legs
apart, exposing her to his liquid gaze.   Again, that shiver of fear danced across her, as he touched her, fingers
parting her delicately.   She was
about to protest when he leaned forward and put his mouth between her legs, his
tongue swirling, touching and tasting, his teeth, oh my god, his teeth, biting
her again, a sharp little pain that made her cry out in pleasure.
    He made her climax, too easily, her hands fisted tight in her sheets
as she tried to catch her breath, tight shudders rippling through her.
    He raised his head, and in the shadows she could only see his eyes,
gleaming in the darkness.   “Not
good enough,”   he murmured, and put
his mouth against her