The Bare Facts by Karen Anders Read Free Book Online

buried in her hair. His fingers kneaded her scalp as he cried out sharply when she went to his other nipple and bit the tip hard. The raspberries were like an aphrodisiac on her tongue, the sweetness of the berry and the hot wild flavor of Dylan mixing into an overwhelming taste.
    He twisted, pushing his chest hard against her mouth and she suckled him, using her tongue against his rigid nipple.
    She reached for his underwear, but again Dylan caught her wrist.
    Hoarsely, he said, “Don’t. I will be lost.”
    â€œI never knew…” Haley couldn’t finish the sentence. She was stunned that making love with Dylan would be this wild, this erotic.
    The tantalizing smell of raspberries filled the air, the fire crackled in the hearth and threw heat onto their bodies. They reclined against the plump cushions, tossed haphazardly on the rug.
    He closed his eyes when she leaned forward, her scent a tantalizing mix of fragrant flowers, woman and sin. She brushed her fingertips over his nipple. He groaned softly, waves of sensation running like liquid heat from there to his groin.
    â€œOh. I knew,” he growled. “I used to sit behind you in English class and imagine.” He opened his eyes and pulled her across his lap as he reclined against the throw pillows. With a slow seductive slide, he pushed her hair back and exposed the nape of her neck. “I’d wonder what kind of sound you’d make when I kissed you there.” When his mouth touched the soft skin at the back of her neck, she gasped. The sound shocked him in return.
    â€œWhat else did you wonder?” she whispered breathlessly as she moved against him.
    â€œI thought about peeling you out of those tight sweaters, wondering what kind of underwear you had on. Would it be sexy black lace or pretty white cotton?”
    â€œWhat did you think, then?”
    â€œThen? Pretty white cotton.” He pulled her even closer, sending his hands through her unruly hair, cupping her angelic face.
    Settling his mouth firmly over hers, he felt as if he’d come home. Their mouths parted. Dylan was so shocked by his reaction he just stared at her. She smiled and traced his lips with her thumb. He captured her hand and tenderly kissed her palm, then her wrist. Returning to her mouth, he kissed her again, rubbing his lips across hers, reveling in the tartness of the raspberry and the sweetness of her mouth. Haley caught his full lower lip gently in her teeth and worried it with her tongue. By mutual decision they stopped their tentative play and kissed in earnest, lips opening, tongues meshing, bodies straining together.
    â€œWhat do you think I’m wearing now?” Her voice was thick with desire.
    â€œSexy black lace,” he said as he started to pull the tight-fitting black turtleneck over her head, his voice ragged and tight. When she was free of the garment, one word rushed out. “Wow.” His eyes flew to hers and there was mischief there, erotic dreams and fantasies. “Damn,” he swore softly. “Was I ever wrong. You’re wearing red. Hot, fiery red. You are full of surprises.
    â€œI used to wonder how the lace would cup your breasts. I used to think about sliding each piece of clothing off your body and kissing every inch.”
    â€œThis is our fantasy, Dylan. You can do anything you want.” Haley stabbed her fingers into his hair until she reached his nape, her touch electric and arousing.
    â€œYeah. Right.” He slipped his finger inside the lace of the bra with a slow, teasing touch. Haley closed her eyes, her breath hitching, her hands clutching his shoulders.
    He pushed the bra up over her beautiful rose-tipped breasts and higher. She lay back and stretched her arms above her head. He pushed the scrap of red lace to her wrists and held it there, pinning her to the soft pillows and luxurious rug. His eyes locked on hers as he kneed her legs apart and settled his hips against her. Her