Sweeter Than Honey by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online Page A

for once. When this night was over, there wouldn’t be a craving she hadn’t tried to feed or a part of her body that didn’t know his touch.

Chapter Four
    Joe awoke slowly, drifting between clouds that sifted away one layer at a time, until at last he felt as though he lay trapped halfway between heaven and hell.
    The hell was his head hurt and his mouth was so dry it seemed stuffed with cotton balls. Worse, his wrists burned and his legs were wedged tight between something warm and soft.
    The heaven was the sensation engulfing his cock. A moist, humid heat surrounded and then deserted his sex, sucking relentlessly, wringing a dark delight that had his hips tensing as he attempted to lift them and follow the upward pulls rather than lose the warm, wet cocoon.
    A soft murmur—feminine, guttural—came from farther down his body and vibrated along his shaft. A woman then. A woman was pleasuring his cock.
    His eyes shot open and pain lanced through his head at the sight of the lantern hanging from a hook in the wooden ceiling. His gaze dropped to candles lining a dresser a short space away. Another quick glance around, and he realized he was either in a very small bedroom—or in the back of Honey Cafferty’s wagon. Despite the pain that lanced through his head, he lifted it to confirm the source of his torment.
    Light glinted gold on the cloud of red hair surrounding his loins, and Joe couldn’t help the leap of fierce joy that filled his chest, creating an aching warmth that left him deeply moved.
    Until he remembered all the reasons this woman was all wrong for him.
    He remembered the first day she’d stopped her colorful wooden wagon in front of the mercantile. He’d marveled at the design. It looked rather like a giant oak barrel on wheels, a completely enclosed living space, painted with primitive pictures of Indian villages, churches and saloons with a trail that stretched all along its length to tell the story of its travels.
    When Honey had stepped down from beneath the eave that kept the sun and rain from the wagon seat, she’d lowered the gate that stretched along one side of the wagon and quickly set out colorful bottles, their labels decorated with drawings of pyramids and castles.
    When she’d started to call to the people gawking at her odd conveyance, he’d stood in the shadows, smiling at how easily she’d drawn them in with her charm and radiant smiles. He’d been drawn as well, stepping off the walkway to stand at the edge of the gathering crowd just to listen to her voice, which was flavored with a hint of brogue and Texas twang. He’d been captivated like everyone else.
    Only when she’d come to purchase her license had he seen the hint of fire that simmered just beneath the prim clothing—much more in keeping with the eccentric wagon and her odd profession.
    Honey Cafferty was stardust and moonbeams—fleeting as the wanderlust in her blood. He needed a steady partner, someone who’d weather good times and bad.
    Another incredible pull of her lips and he gritted his teeth. Sweat broke on his forehead and upper lip. Peeking at her beneath his lashes, he watched while she drew off and stared, seeming to take pride in the erection she’d nurtured. She wrapped her hands around him, squeezing to see whether her fingers met. Then she twisted her hands and glided them up and down his shaft. She lapped at the crown, swallowing it and sliding down to meet her hands.
    He’d never known a woman so eager to experiment with a man’s cock—or one who’d found the knack for torturing him so sweetly. She didn’t seem to notice he’d woken up, and he considered pretending a little longer just to see what she’d do next, but he needed to move—needed to spear upward into her hot mouth. All her sucking, pulling and twisting had made his balls heavy and tight as stones and his cock so hard he could hammer a nail into solid wood. One good thrust and he’d spill his seed deep into her throat. And