Skye Morrison Vampire 2 Sins of the Father by J.L. McCoy Read Free Book Online

and the bridge of my nose. I felt
a sudden jolt of butterflies in my stomach and became intensely
aware of his intoxicating smell. He smelled like leather and a
cool, crisp manly aftershave.
    I took a deep breath in as I lifted my head
another few inches and allowed him to gently kiss a trail across my
cheek and to my jaw. God, he smells so good. I felt my
breasts tighten with sudden arousal and I ran my hand up the ridges
of his chiseled chest to cup his face as he kissed the line of my
jaw. This feels so right. HE feels so right. God, I want him. I
NEED him. “I need you.” The words slipped out in a breathy
whisper.
    He slightly pulled back when he reached the
corner of my mouth and hesitated. “Skye,” he rumbled seductively,
almost as if asking my permission to continue.
    I looked up into his iridescent light green
eyes and didn’t waver a second. I closed the two inch gap between
us and softly touched my full lips to his. His touch felt right,
his lips felt like home. I momentarily forgot all about the hurt
his brother had caused me as our tongues slid together in a
sensual, sweet dance.
    I couldn’t control the moan that escaped from
my lips, and, as if driven by it, Jameson lifted me in his lap and
turned my body to face his as I placed my legs on either side of
his hips and wrapped them tightly around his waist. I wrapped my
arms around his neck and fused my entire body to his.
    Jameson’s kiss was deep, slow, soft,
and…absolutely perfect. I felt my lower abdomen tingle with need
and I involuntarily ground my lap against his. Our kisses grew
deeper and more frantic as our hands explored each other’s
bodies.
    “Forgive me, Jameson,” I begged against his
mouth. “Please, please forgive me. I was so stupid. I’m so
sorry.”
    Jameson growled against my mouth, quickly
leaned forward and eased our bodies onto the cold, polished cement
floor. He stopped kissing me long enough to look me deep in the
eyes, gently caress my cheek and say, “I forgave you the night it
happened, love.” A small sound of relief escaped my lips before he
immediately replaced it with his mouth.
    Our hands grew needier as our kissing
intensified. All I wanted to do was fuse myself to this sweet,
sexy, kind, and thoughtful man for the rest of the night. I reached
down to his waist, grabbed ahold of his black shirt and pulled it
over his head. I gently pushed him off of me and we both rose to
our knees.
    I looked passionately into his eyes as I
slowly ran my soft, wet tongue over his rock hard, ripped chest. I
took my time tasting every ripple, every inch. He threw his head
back, shivered, and growled gutturally before looking back down at
me and bringing his head to the mounds of my chest. I leaned my
head back and let him have his turn on me. He licked and gently bit
each mound before undoing the top two buckles of my bustier and
freeing my needy, aching breasts.
    Jameson lifted his head a moment and looked
deeply into my eyes. “ Tá mo chroí istigh ionat , Skye. A-chaoidh .” he whispered. Raw honestly and passion painted
his beautiful words. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand
them, I understood their intensity immediately. They caressed my
heart like a lover’s hand and wrapped it in warm joy and promise. I
reached up and gently grasped his face between each of my hands and
pulled him down for a soft, slow, deep kiss.
    I poured my sorrow and bliss, my life’s
breath and my tears, my very being into that kiss. I kissed Jameson
with every word I wanted to say and didn’t; with every word I
wanted to say and couldn’t. I kissed him so completely that it
brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to make love to him right this
very moment. I wanted to show him how much he meant to me. I wanted
to lose myself in this beautiful, perfect, caring man’s arms and
never come back.
    He briefly pulled away, gently laid me back
down on the ground, and looked me deep in the eyes. His eyes full
of the passion and heat we were both