Sinful Attraction by Ann Christopher Read Free Book Online Page B

Adults After Dark.
    That looked cheesy but promising.
    He ran a hand over his erection, which was sprinting past semi and heading for concrete. Porn had never really been his thing, not since college, anyway, but he needed some relief because his balls were blue and his brain was in serious danger of blowing out of his skull. Thanks, Claudia, he thought. So, yeah, that was what he’d do: he’d watch Harlem Harem, jack himself off and relieve enough tension to be able to lie quietly in bed, if not actually sleep.
    Great. He had a plan.
    A humiliating plan, true, but a plan at least.
    Hang on—had he bolted the door when he came in?
    Probably not. It wasn’t as though he’d been clearheaded at the time.
    Muttering to himself, he got off the bed, padded to the door and reached for the brass lock.
    Something made him hesitate, hand raised.
    He cocked his head and heard nothing.
    But he held his breath and opened the door anyway.
    Claudia was standing there. Realizing that she’d come, after all, was the biggest surprise of his life and yet, simultaneously, no surprise at all.
    Inevitable, as he’d said.
    Her gaze was alight with something so soft and warm that it made him ache in a way that had nothing to do with the physical. A remote corner of his brain tried to warn him that he might be biting off more than he could chew with this one, but that seemed like an insignificant consideration compared to the way he felt—the deliriously alive way he felt—when he was talking to her, or looking at her, or standing quietly with her, just like this.
    “I’m trusting you,” she warned.
    “Good. I won’t abuse it.”
    “See that you don’t.”
    He didn’t want to fall on her and devour her like a kid going for candy, but his self-control was at such a low ebb that that was pretty much what happened. Pausing only to take her hand and pull her into his room, he kicked the door closed and helped himself to everything about her.
    His hands went first to her head, tilting it way back so he could have full access to her minty-slick mouth. She gave her mouth with a delicious mewl, opening for him with an absolute surrender that drove him wild. He tasted her in thrusting sweeps and nibbling bites, frantic in his determination not to leave one inch of her lush lips unexplored. They laughed, playing with each other as they fit their lips together in every combination he could manage, and her throaty delight spurred him on.
    He kissed her deeper, making sounds that were as unabashed as they were animalistic. He backed her into the nearest wall, swept her cottony top over her head and filled his hands with her warm skin. Underneath, she wore a sheer black bra that revealed the perfect heavy ovals of breasts tipped with engorged dark nipples that demanded some serious attention. Off went the bra. Palming her breasts, he stooped just enough to lick the first tight bead and then move to the other, sucking it deep into his mouth.
    She responded with a sharp, breathless cry that thrilled him so much he’d probably be hearing it in his dreams for the rest of his life. Then she arched her back and he squeezed her breasts together, pressing his face into that soft valley and breathing her in. Another husky laugh distracted him, making him look up, and from that angle he could appreciate the way her gold chain sparkled against the smooth column of her neck. What else could he do but lick his way up that thrilling flesh, back to her mouth?
    Everything he did seemed to trigger another round of enthusiastic coos and hitches in her breath, and these responses made him want to do everything to and with her, and do it now. She was as aggressive as he was, wrapping him in her tight grip and raking her nails across his bare shoulders, up his nape and into his scalp. And then her hands ran back down again, gripping his ass and anchoring him against her thrusting hips. Rubbing against her yielding core, naturally, made him harder. Concrete hard.