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

parted her lips, licked the swollen lower one, and inhaled. Her nostrils flared and her eyes blazed bright green. “You,” she said. “I want you.”
    Zach heard the passion in her voice, the desire in her sultry reply. He caressed her waist, dipped his hand lower over the swell of her hips, and cupped her bottom. He pulled her against his hardness.
    He’d waited days to get her to bend, to yield to his body. This time he wouldn’t make the mistake of letting her get away.
    He sealed her mouth with his, feasting, their tongues tangling and dueling in a frenzied dance. She tasted tangy and delicious. He was intoxicated by her kiss. She was like a drug, one he couldn’t get enough of, and he lost all sense of reality. He was bewitched and bedazzled by her mouth. He couldn’t think. He could only feel.
    His blood roared in his ears, thundered through his arteries, and pooled in his groin. He wanted her in ways he couldn’t articulate. Ways he refused to acknowledge. Ways he’d never confess to again.
    Not even to himself.
    His body remembered every nuance of hers, every way to bring her to the brink. She bent to his will on instinct, curving into him and molding against his chest, his hips, his thighs as if they’d never been apart.
    She yielded completely, perfectly, passionately.
    With remembered intimacy.
    Her mouth on his was like coming home, like cresting the top tier of the tallest roller coaster in the world and zooming down the tracks at a dizzying speed. A thrilling exhilaration with swoops and twirls and dips that took away all thought, all worries, all problems.
    He kissed her ear, the long column of her neck, caressed the swell of her breasts through the sheer fabric of her silver nightgown. Her nipples tightened beneath the pad of his thumb. Her answering pant excited him more.
    He could take her now, here, but he wanted to take her in his bed. Another emotion stirred, one that propelled his physical desire, his memory of the pleasure of taking her night after passionate night.
    An emotion that rushed with the love that had once bound them.
    Zach moved his hand down her torso, covered her flat abdomen where long ago she’d carried his child. She stilled.
    He wrenched his mouth from hers, stroked her face, her cheeks, her strong jaw. “Kennedy, sweet Kennedy,” he said. “God, how I’ve missed being with you.”
    A dark cloud cast a shadow over her passionate eyes. Her face drained of all color, paled into a translucent white. Even her dots of freckles had lost their coppery luster.
    “This has to stop. Now,” she said. “We can’t be together.”
    His chest constricted. The brittle lines marring her beautiful face—her stony voice—stirred his old wounds. His veins roared with the shock of how her kiss, her desire for him, had unwrapped his tightly held knots of resentment and left him vulnerable, exposing his heart.
    For a moment, as he held her, old emotions and feelings had spread like wildfire throughout his mind and body. His heart had opened for her—she’d cracked his tough shell. He’d wanted to let her inside.
    Anger bubbled like the hot springs he wanted to bring back to life. He’d almost made the mistake of telling her he wanted so much more than her body. He clenched his fists and willed his pulse to fill with ice.
    “You started this,” he said.
    She closed her eyes and shuttered her emotions. “I should never have stepped into the kitchen,” she said quietly. “We can’t go back to what we had in the past. No amount of sex can change the fact that there’s no love between us.”
    The atmosphere froze between them. “I don’t want love, Kennedy.” He leaned close. “I just want your body.”
    Kennedy’s cheeks scorched red. “My body is off-limits.”
    He looked her up and down, paused to take in her puckered nipples, the swell of her breasts, her kiss-swollen lips. “Your body disagrees with you.”
    She knelt and snatched her robe from the tiled floor. “Too