Surrender to a Wicked Spy by Celeste Bradley Read Free Book Online

of his palms and fingers on her softer skin was exquisitely arousing.
    "Look down, my lady," he urged.
    She opened her eyes and gazed down to see. The sight of his darker hands covering her white breasts, the way her flesh welled between his fingers, the way her ruby nipples thrust eagerly outward as if awaiting something—
    He lowered his head to her, taking that waiting tip into his mouth—oh, dear heavens,
hot
!—his hot mouth, and suckled her deeply. Wicked, violent pleasure jolted through her like lightning and Olivia threw her head back, unable to watch, unable to do anything but try to breathe in sharp gasps as he drew on her.
    Her knees buckled and she clung to his shoulders as he followed her down, laying her to the mattress without letting up the suction for an instant. The bed—she'd forgotten the bed…
    His tongue flicked roughly across her nipple and she forgot the bed again as she shuddered at the new pleasure. He wrapped one big arm behind her back to lift her breasts to his mouth and slid the other hand down her body to her knee. He went from one nipple to the other, suckling and flicking and even—oh my—gently biting. Helpless under the wicked assault, Olivia was barely aware of his other, roving hand until she felt the heat of his palm crossing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
    Then he cupped her center and began rotating the heel of his hand gently, just where she wanted it the most, his fingers dipping lower to trace the crease of her. Then they slipped inside.
    She convulsed in his grasp, gasping and digging her fingers into the thick muscles of his shoulders. "Oh!
Oh
!" After that, there were no words. She was lost in the sea of new sensations washing over her, into her, through her…
    His hot, hungry mouth suckled and nibbled. His hand moved faster, sliding up and down now, his long fingers tracing through the dampness that she was much too far gone to be embarrassed by, slicking past and around her most sensitive place again and again and again—
    Something inside of her reached its highest point and then detonated. Piercing tremors racked her body and she was vaguely and indifferently aware that she was making the oddest noises, soft and gasping and not at all like her.
    "Shh." He held her close now, having pulled her into his lap with her head on his shoulder, almost rocking her in his iron-banded arms. "You're all right now."
    She became aware that she was gasping open-mouthed like a fish. She shut her mouth and swallowed drily. "Oh… my." She blinked her gaze back into focus. "Was… was that supposed to happen to me?"
    Dane nodded, his own mouth a bit dry at the moment. His own arousal thundered in his blood as he fought for control. This was unexpected. She was liquid heat in his hands, so responsive to every touch and so eager for every sensation. He'd thought it would take several nights to work a sheltered virgin into her first orgasm. It had taken Olivia less than an hour.
    That did bode well for his ultimate purpose, but it also played bloody hell with his self-restraint. Even now, as she lay limply and trustingly against his chest, he knew he could work her into another frenzy with his hands, for he could feel the tiny tremors still shimmering through her lower body, making her quiver slightly in his lap. Torture… and temptation. He wanted to release his throbbing erection, ached to lay her back down on the bed and push himself into her wetted body, her tight, slick, virginal opening—
    Impossible.
    He reached behind him to pull the coverlet down and released his hold on her, letting her slip down to the waiting sheets. She went softly and sleepily, apparently unaware that her nightdress still gaped and that her luscious breasts made him want to throw back his head and howl.
    He fought back that instinct with alarm. He wasn't an animal. It was only basic lust, male for female. It was because of the way his hands still smelt of her and his mouth still felt the rough