The Love Match (Entangled Scandalous) by Lily Maxton Read Free Book Online Page A

she couldn’t find the strength of will to untangle herself from him.
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    William knew what he was doing was a mistake. He knew he was slightly tipsy—not enough to make him do something rash in itself, but enough to make a bad idea sound better than it was.
    But still, he knew it was a bad idea
    But then he was pushing the dressing gown from her shoulders again. This time, she also let him pull off her chemise and expose her skin to the cool night air. Goosebumps swept over her naked flesh but didn’t remain for long. He pushed down his braces so he could tug his shirt over his head, then pulled her against him, warming her chest and stomach with his own torso.
    His cock pressed against her thigh, and her hips jerked forward as her hands twined in his hair. Shy Olivia wasn’t acting very shy at all, not with him, not in this. But she’d never been very shy with him in the first place.
    Now would be the time to end his transgression—before they’d done anything more than kiss. To change a huge mistake into a small one. But he couldn’t stop himself from touching her, reveling in her, adoring her innocent eagerness, the passion that she wasn’t frightened of but met head-on despite her inexperience.
    She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman.
    And he’d already told her marriage wasn’t for him. She’d had fair warning that wherever this might lead them, it wouldn’t be to the altar.
    Mimicking something he’d done earlier, Olivia captured his bottom lip between her teeth, nipping gently, and then soothed the spot she’d bitten him with her tongue.
    And that cut off his internal debate for good. Who was he fooling? He’d been past the point of no return since their first kiss.
    He groaned low in his throat, lifted her by the waist, and forced her to wrap her legs around him for support, the hot flesh between them tight against the flat plane of his stomach. He tumbled her to the settee while she was still wrapped around him like a living cloak.
    When she was reclining under him, he kissed down the elegant line of her throat before pulling back far enough to simply look at her. Her body was slender with long limbs and small, high breasts and gently flared hips. She was lovely.
    A flush slowly spread across her chest and throat. “I’d rather you didn’t look at me,” she muttered, raising her arms to cover herself.
    He caught her wrists and kissed them. “I think you’re perfect. Why shouldn’t I look at you?”
    Her arms hovered in the air when he released them, as though she wasn’t certain what to do with them. “That’s not empty flattery, is it?”
    “It’s the truth,” he said. He meant it.
    And she must have believed him. Her arms fell, giving him access to her body. He lowered his head to her breasts, cupping them in his hands while he nipped and sucked the tips. He didn’t rest until she was moaning and arching against him.
    As he captured her mouth once more, he let his hand trail down between her breasts, along her stomach, to between her legs. He felt her there, touching his thumb to her hidden peak and slowly pressing a finger inside her.
    She gasped, her eyes flying open.
    He paused. “Do you like it? Tell me the truth,” he warned. He nearly smiled when she glared at him.
    “I… It feels a little strange…but very nice.” She blushed.
    He tilted his head. “Nice?” he murmured wickedly. “I must be doing it wrong.”
    He began moving his thumb in small circles around her peak, gratified when her hips started moving in a primitive rhythm. He stretched her with another finger, loving the feel of her clenching around him.
    “Still nice?” He held her gaze. Challenged her.
    “Wonderful,” she breathed, straining against him.
    He withdrew just long enough to discard his trousers, and then he settled over her.
    For the next few minutes, he rocked against her below, slickening his cock on the damp between her thighs. And above, he kissed her lips and her throat and her