Seducing the Innkeeper (At First Sight Book 3) by Janet Lane-Walters Read Free Book Online Page B

crooning sound of her voice made him ready to burst. When she rubbed the head he nearly lost control. “Christa.”
    She knelt and took him into her mouth centimeter by centimeter. Her tongue rolled over the surface.
    Mark growled. “Enough.”
    She opened her lids. Her blue eyes held glints of mischief. She slowly released him, rose and unfastened her jeans. She wiggled them over her hips. When she tossed them aside the sight of a sheer lace thong nearly undid him. He took a deep breath. He would give her what she’d given him.
    He ran his hands from her shoulders to her groin. He knelt and slid his thumbs beneath the edge of the thing and slid the swatch of lace down. He touched her clit with his fingers, leaned forward and flicked her with his tongue.
    She gasped. He slid his hand between her legs and stroked.
    “Enough, I need you.”
    “Inside.”
    “Yes, oh, yes.”
    He rose and stepped behind her. “Come to the bed.”
    As a unit they crossed the room. When they reached the bed she sprawled face down. He knelt between her legs and ran his hand over her rear. She rose to her knees. “Mark, now.”
    He thrust into her. “Now indeed. You please me completely.” He slid a hand around her body and found her clit. As he plunged and retreated he stroked. Her body jerked as though struck by lightning.
    Mark stroked faster and harder. He grasped her hips and pulled her tight against him. Harder and harder he thrust. Sounds poured and rolled around him. He wasn’t sure which were hers and which his. He reached the explosion point. Her inner muscles tightened.
    “Christa. Mine.”
    “Yours.” She collapsed.
    He stretched beside her and fought to catch his breath. He stroked her back. Finally his breathing slowed to normal. He pulled her into an embrace. “You okay?”
    “Yes.” She gazed into his eyes.
    He brushed his lips over hers. Sleep beckoned. For the first time in years he felt no tension. She kissed him and slipped from his embrace. He reached for her hand. “Don’t leave.”
    She gathered her clothes and slipped into the bathroom. “I can’t stay. Davy’s waiting.” The door closed with a click.
    He heard water running. “I could join you.”
    Moments later she emerged. “You could but not this evening.”
    “Why not?” His body responded to her nearness.
    “Davy said tomorrow. I think he has questions and I need to set the ground rules. He needs to know you’re not going to buy him everything he thinks he wants.” She brushed a kiss on his lips. “Weekends are my time with him. I need to come to grips with sharing.”
    Mark wanted to protest. For nine years she’d had every day with their son. Could she share? He had to let her choose how this would play. “Tomorrow then. What time?”
    “Around eleven when chores are finished. We’ll go to lunch.”
    He followed her to the door. “Why not find a sitter for tomorrow evening. We can go to dinner and discuss how we’re going to share our son. There are places I want to show him and people I want him to meet.”
    She laughed. “Don’t rush. Perhaps Sunday we can have the talk.” She opened the door and stepped outside. He followed. “Mark!” She pushed him back. “Good thing there aren’t a dozen guests out strolling.”
    Mark chuckled and stepped behind the partially open door. As she walked away he had an idea. Last evening the waitress had said Christa and Davy ate their evening meal in the restaurant before the room became crowded. At five thirty he would head there for dinner. Maybe, just maybe the boy would invite him to their table. He closed the door and walked to the bedroom.
     
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    Christa hurried along the walk through the garden. She chuckled. Mark had almost followed her. Certainly would have shocked people to see a naked man in pursuit of the innkeeper. She checked the porch of her house and paused at the front door. He had really wanted to join Davy and her this evening. Their son had said tomorrow and she