The Charmer by Autumn Dawn Read Free Book Online

jaw.
Ever so slowly it moved down her throat, her breastbone, and all
the way down the stripe of skin exposed by her unfastened clothes.
It circled her pretty navel and dipped slightly below the first
button of her pants.
    She shuddered, and it wasn’t with fright.
    He grinned with wicked delight.
    With one hand he grasped the white bandeau
where it crossed her back and slowly pulled it away to bare her
breasts. She gasped as her nipples were exposed, visibly struggling
to control her breathing. It didn’t work, and her lovely breasts
thrust forward with every inhalation, begging for his attention.
The nipples tightened under his gaze. He met her eyes with a look
hotter than molten gold. “Very nice,” he approved hoarsely, and she
shut her eyes and writhed against her constraints. He unfastened
the buttons on her pants and heard her breath catch in
anticipation.
    He was killing her.
    With excruciatingly erotic, nerve wracking
slowness she felt the soft slide of heavy silk as he lowered her
pants just enough to be able to trace the top line of silk he
revealed. Another hot tremor seized her, and she sucked in a
breath. To cover it, she snapped, “Enjoying yourself?”
    His eyes were full of sultry promise. “Oh,
yes, but not nearly as much as you’re about to.” He smiled when her
hips jerked in randy enthusiasm at his words.
    She swore, furious at the sexual control he
had over her body. So I want him, so what? she thought angrily.
It’s just hormones. He was too arrogant, and he delighted in trying
to scare her. Why should she give him even that much without a
fight?
    Unfortunately, to fight him was to fight her
body, and it was showing signs of surrender under his tender
assault that even a blind man couldn’t miss.
    Keilor wasn’t blind. He flashed her a wicked
smile that made a sheen of sweat break out all over her body. He
lightly ran his nails over her hips, up her sensitive sides to cup
her tender breasts. She cried out and her body surged forward,
begging for more.
    “With pleasure,” he whispered, and rolled her
nipples between his thumbs and fingers. She tried to hide her face
against her arm, but could do nothing about her pleasured cries. He
kept his touch light; just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy,
and her body jerked as she tried to restrain it from thrashing. His
hands trailed downward over her flushed skin, pushing her pants
down just enough to bare the scandalous panties.
    With his hands spanning her hips, his thumbs
lightly stroked along the very edges. In a low, dangerous voice, he
asked her, “Will you be toying with me again?” He didn’t need to be
more specific; they both knew he referred to her attempted escape,
and now she knew he took it personally. Very personally.
    She grit her teeth, unwilling to give him the
words, knowing he already understood she wouldn’t lightly defy him
again. Her hips twisted once under his caressing hands and she let
out a strangled sound of frustration and rage. Boldly, he reached
down and lightly touched her erotic nerve center—once. Even braced
for it, a scream tore loose from her sensitized body.
    He removed his hand, but still she thrashed,
fighting against losing all dignity and begging him for more. He
waited until she regained some shreds of control and opened
desperate, glittering eyes. Holding her gaze, he slowly pulled up
her pants, savoring each uncontrolled jerk that told him how much
her body fought the deprivation of his touch.
    Pain, her body cried. Pain from needing it.
His eyes told her he understood, and at the slightest word from her
he’d ease the hurting, but that he knew better than to expect such
a request from such a proud woman.
    He dressed her as leisurely as he’d undressed
her and set her loose. Without a word she turned on her heel and
headed back the way she’d come.
    He didn’t try to talk, and he seemed content
to let her set the pace. It wasn’t much, as gallantry went, but
she’d take what she could get.