Spent - Part Two (Bad Boy Fighter Book 2) by Elise Holland Read Free Book Online Page B

I’m weightless. I sigh against his body as he cradles me against his chest.
    He carries me away towards the place I’ve been dying to be with him since we arrived at his apartment; his bedroom. I trace my fingers along his forearms as he holds me. Goosebumps follow along the trail that my fingers leave behind, bringing a soft smile to my face, knowing that I caused that to happen.
    I never focused on how well our bodies responded to one another when he and I were together before. Two weeks ago, the old Tasha just wanted sex and to suppress the strong feelings I was beginning to feel for him. Trying to get close to somebody, after having been abused the way I was by my father, has never been easy. Now I know that my past was a factor behind why I pushed Luke away, I’m not going to let that happen again, if I can help it.
    “I have one request,” Luke whispers, as he gently sets me down on his bed.
    “Yes?"
    I can barely see in the dimly lit room, but what little light is streaming in through Luke’s window washes over his face, even with the few bruises still settling from the fight, so undeniably handsome. The mischievous grin that slides with ease across his lips sends a thrill through my body.
    “Can I spank you until you cum?"  
    Without needing any more prompting, I hook my thumbs along the band of my leggings, “I don’t know Mr. Richards? Can you?”
    “All in good time, Natasha,” his voice is so deep and oh-so-sexy that my vagina begins to grow damper with desire.
    Luke’s hands grasp mine, guiding me as I ease my leggings and panties off of my body. I bite my bottom lip, anticipation welling up inside of me over what is to come. I’ve been longing for his touch ever since I left him, and right now, more than ever, my body needs him inside me.
    Rough fingers brush against the sensitive skin of my bare legs. I can barely see Luke in the dimly lit room, but I can tell that he’s memorizing my body through his touch alone. Taking in a deep breath, I savor the feeling his touch and attention is giving me.
    “You’re more beautiful than I remember,” he whispers against his breath, as he leans over to gently plant a kiss against my left inner thigh.
    I moan. I have no idea how to respond, other than to vocalize the primal urges he’s reverberating throughout my body with the delicate strokes of his fingertips. I’ve waited for this feeling for days. Hell, I’ve waited for this feeling my entire life. The realization that this is the first time I’ve ever really felt this kind of raw emotion before suddenly overwhelms me. Tears begin to well up in the corners of my eyes.
    I try to hide it, but even in the darkness Luke can feel my emotional release.
    “What’s wrong?” Concern is heavily laced through Luke’s voice as he quickly moves away from my body. My body immediately aches, begging for his return.
    “I don’t know,” my voice comes out cracked.
    I really can’t explain what it is that I’m feeling. No words can describe what this is, because it’s something I’ve never felt before, I’ve only dreamt of it. All I know is that I’m falling for the sexy muscle-bound man before me and I’m falling for him hard.
    “Did I hurt you?” Luke whispers.
    In that moment, all I want is for him to shut up and show me that I’m not the only one in this relationship that is being overwhelmed with the raw intensity of what I’m feeling. I lunge for him before he can react. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I force him down against the bed. Our bodies become intertwined as my lips madly search for his.
    My naked lower body brushes alongside Luke’s muscular legs. His gym shorts are the only thing keeping me from the part of him that I so desperately need. With our lips locked in a passionate embrace, my hands work to free him from the confines of sheer material that hinders us from copulating our desires.
    The eagerness emitting from my hands and lips provides sufficient fuel for Luke’s own