The Maverick's Red Hot Reunion (Entangled Indulgence) by Christine Glover Read Free Book Online Page A

and tears pricked the back of her eyes. She laced her fingers through his and rested her head on his shoulder.
    “I want him back, too. He’s our friend.” And he’d once agreed to be Zach’s best man. “Maybe the clinical trial’s drugs will work, and he’ll live longer than we expect.”
    “Two to five years,” Zach said. “It’s not enough time.”
    The kitchen equipment hummed, subdued, muted. “He could live a lot longer. And research might buy him more quality time,” she said softly. “Have faith.”
    “I lost my faith five years ago,” Zach said, his voice cracking.
    His desolation echoed hers. She couldn’t bear the agony pulsing between them, the sadness sweeping through her soul. And through his. No longer able to keep her distance, Kennedy brought Zach’s hand to her mouth and brushed her lips against his cool fingers, wanting to comfort him. And wanting to comfort herself, if only for a moment.
    “Kennedy.” He closed his hand around hers, drawing it away ever so slightly. “I warned you not to tempt me.”
    His pupils were piercingly black against his caramel irises. Eyes with a savage desperation sparking in them. Eyes with a wicked gleam, wild and filled with dark desires and heat.
    Heat and desire she could no longer refuse.
    Her heart thrummed in her ears, faster and faster, as her blood raced through her veins. Her skin goose-bumped and her breasts firmed. Her nipples peaked into tight points.
    She pressed her free hand against his chest, felt his strong pulse pumping. The intensity of his emotions scorched her, branded her as his to claim. She’d surrender, but in no way would it bring closure to the intensity of their attraction. And then what would happen to her fragile heart?
    The answer was lost in the resurgence of her reawakened desire.
    He raked his fingers through her hair and anchored her head, then slowly tugged her toward him. His intoxicating scent wove its way into her senses like a drug. She could hear the pounding of his heart in his chest, his ragged breathing, and feel his need in his arousal.
    Kennedy wrapped her arms around him and explored the broad expanse of his muscular back. Rippling tension corded through him as she stroked and held on to him.
    He slanted his mouth over hers and she lost herself in his kiss.
    Over and over he plunged his tongue into her mouth, dancing intimately with hers. She felt the storm surging through Zach’s body, the crushing pressure of his muscles tightening as he held her.
    He pinned her against the counter and stroked her arms, the tender skin above her neckline. He kissed her cheeks, her neck, her chest where it was bared by her nightgown. She grasped his hair, twisted it in her hands and held him against her, and raised her breasts to him.
    Flames flicked down her thighs and heat spiraled in her belly, low and deep. She wanted so much more. “Zach, please.”
    He grasped her hand and held it above her head, stroked the tender length of her arm. “Tell me,” he whispered.
    Heat flashed through her nerves and fired longing to all her pulse points. Her breasts grew heavy, her nipples pebbled, her clitoris tightened. Every part of her body responded to his touch, his mouth, his hands, as if they’d only been separated for days, not years.
    She lifted her hips and moved against his rigid length. Wanting relief from the pressure building. Relief that only Zach could give. “I want,” she said.
    She wanted more than this. More than her hands in his hair, his mouth on hers. She wanted to strip herself bare and lie with him. Feel him move in her.
    “Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want, Kennedy.”
    …
    Zach slipped Kennedy’s robe off her shoulders. It fell soundlessly to the kitchen floor. Her nightgown, shimmery and sexy and short, concealed very little. His groin tightened.
    He licked a line along her exposed skin and kissed her neck. “Tell me what you want,” he asked again when he felt her tremble.
    She