The One That Got Away by Kerrianne Coombes Read Free Book Online

her skin.
    “ Will.
Please…”
    He
didn’t listen; he just continued to taste her with heavy,
sensual kisses. Instead of trying to verbalize her need, Cammy lifted
her hands and gripped his wrists—not to pull him away, but just
to feel a little in control of what he saw. He slid one of his hands
into her hair and he cupped her nape. A little gasp of surprise
slipped from her mouth when he jerked her head back. His mouth
descended on her scars again and Cammy felt the responding heat
between her legs replace any fear she had felt.
    He
was so demanding and strong, so completely in control, and Cammy was
melting in his arms. Suddenly she became desperate to be closer to
him, to touch him as he was touching her. For years she had pined for
this man, yearned to see him again so she could show him what he
meant to her. And now, as she lifted her trembling hands to undo his
shirt, she finally felt as if she had come home.

    *
* * *

    Will
watched Cammy’s hands as they worked his shirt buttons loose.
The slow but purposeful strokes of her fingers inside his shirt had
his insides bunching, coiling for more. She was shaking, clearly
nervous, but the determination on her face showed him she wanted him.
    “ Cammy—you
don’t…”
    She
cut off his words by leaning forward and kissing his bared chest. The
moment her hot lips met his skin his thoughts of offering her a
chance to back out scattered. Her cool hungry hands swept over his
heated skin, leaving ripples of goose-bumps in their wake. He stroked
her hair to the side and watched as she licked and sucked at his
body. The image was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. She
stared up at him with hooded dark eyes as she tasted him—licked
him.
    His
cock twitched as if remembering the last time her mouth had been on
him.
    With
a deep growl, Will dug his hands back into her hair. He pulled her
face up to his and kissed her. His tongue found hers with hungry
impatience. She sighed into his hold and Will could wait no more. He
walked her backwards to the floral decorated wall and pressed her
against the flat surface and ground his stiff cock against her. She
gasped and lifted her head. Their eyes met, and bolts of electricity
shot down Will’s spine right to his balls.
    She
wanted him; that much was clear. She panted and gasped as their
bodies wound higher and higher. Her little hands were back inside his
shirt, stroking and teasing his skin. Her seeking fingers swept all
over his chest and down his sides, and now her greedy hands were
tugging at the top of his jeans.
    Hell,
yeah!
    “ Can
I take off your top?” he panted, well aware he hadn’t
seen the extent of her scars on her body. The way she had reacted
when she thought he might see them had told him the damage didn’t
end just on her throat. She had looked at him with more than fear;
his Cammy was terrified of what he would think, and for some reason
that made him bristle. He could never think less of her; she was
perfect.
    Her
breathing hitched, but bravely she nodded and swallowed.
    Will
tucked his fingers in the bottom of her sweater held her stare and
lifted the material slowly over her head. He didn’t miss the
apprehension in her eyes, the sudden hitch in her breathing when her
skin was bared. And when she dropped her gaze and closed her eyes,
Will took the chance to actually look at the pinkened flesh that
marked the savage damage some bastard had done to her.
    The
bastard hadn’t just stopped at her throat, he had carved
criss-crossed lines all over her chest with whatever weapon he’d
used. Questions surged into Will’s mind, curses and anger
filled his mouth. But when he looked up and found her watching him
with agonizing scrutiny, he could do no more than drop his mouth down
and claim her lips.
    She
went stiff in his arms at first, but when Will gripped her hair and
tipped her head back she sighed and sank into his touch. His cock
burned and throbbed, and his heart hammered. He pressed closer to
her,