The Best of Kristina Wright by Kristina Wright Read Free Book Online

of her – so warm and fresh – surrounded him. He was aroused, almost painfully so, but he wouldn’t move. Not until she wanted him to.
    She finally tilted her head up and looked at him. “Tell me if I’m making a horrible mistake.”
    He had no idea if she was making a mistake, but he had no intention of turning her away. “What do you need?”
    “I need . . . I need . . .” Her voice trailed off. “I don’t know. I just
need
.”
    Her voice broke, echoing the ache in his chest. He bent down and brushed his lips across hers, not waiting for permission. Soft at first, then harder. Hard enough to feel the press of her teeth behind her lips. He was torn between being gentle with her and being as rough as both of them could take, to erase everything they’d been through.
    She didn’t resist the kiss. If anything, she pulled him closer and kissed him harder. She shifted in his lap, straddling him, her thighs pinned between his legs and the arms of the chair. Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging, urgent. They kissed with a fierceness he’d never experienced, or at least didn’t remember. His tongue invaded her mouth and his cock throbbed, aching to enter her body.
    He slid his hands under her shirt, spanning her back, pulling her down on his crotch. She tensed for just a moment as his thumbs curled around her ribcage. One thumb grazed the velvet underside of her breast. The other thumb found only the ridge of scar tissue. It didn’t startle him, he never broke the kiss. He knew what she was hiding and it didn’t matter.
    She broke away after a moment, both of them breathless. She stared at him. Her eyes were green with flecks of brown and gold, her pupils dilated.
    “Is this – should we –”
    He put his fingers against her lips, still moist from his mouth. “Don’t ask that. Just don’t.”
    She hesitated a moment, then nodded. She climbed from his lap and he bit back a groan as her knee grazed his erection. She extended a hand to him and it seemed a gesture of trust, of vulnerability. He stood and took her hand, letting her lead him down the hall.
    He knew where they were going. His house was laid out just the same. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, the door open. Before they got there, they passed the other two bedrooms, each strewn with toys and clothes. She looked straight ahead, as if afraid to acknowledge the other pieces of her life.
    The bedroom was done in shades of blue and gray, much like the sky and ocean outside the large picture window.
    “Just tonight.” Her fingers skimmed down the front of his shirt as they stood in front of the bed. “This can’t happen again.”
    He smiled, wanting to lighten her mood. “Just tonight? You have the weekend, don’t you? Are you sure you want to give up
this
for the rest of the weekend?” he asked, thumping his chest.
    She blinked at him, as if unsure how to take his words. Then a slow, easy smile touched her lips. “You’re right. We’ll see how tonight goes then, huh?
    “Oh man, talk about pressure.”
    The rain pounded the roof, the deluge making the whole house vibrate. Kate climbed on the bed and knelt in front of him, her head level with his shoulders. She began to undress him, unbuttoning his shirt with slow, awkward movements.
    He put his hand over hers, stilling her. “It isn’t pretty,” he warned. “I can leave my shirt on, if you want.”
    She looked up at him. “Do you want me to leave my shirt on?”
    The vulnerability was there in her eyes. So powerful, he felt it in his bones. He shook his head. “No. I want you naked. I want to kiss every part of you.”
    She focused on his buttons, but there was a blush in her cheeks when she said, “Good.”
    Soon enough, his shirt was unbuttoned and she was spreading it open, much the way they’d spread his chest to give him a new heart. He waited for her to flinch. He hadn’t been with a woman since the surgery, but he knew what it looked like.
    She didn’t flinch. She