The Trouble With Tomboys by Linda Kage Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Linda Kage
Tags: Romance
found the skin dry, she felt like bawling herself because he wouldn’t. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Instinctively, she put her arms around him and laid her cheek against his chest.
Her voice broke. “I’m so sorry.”
She felt terrible. He was probably reeling in guilt because he’d just cheated on his dead wife, and 42
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it was all her fault.
She sniffed like she was going to howl any
second. Then she awkwardly patted his hair and rubbed his back, having no idea how to help him, or comfort him, or stop this pain she’d caused.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, feeling pathetic and useless. For someone who usually choked on
apologies, this one gushed off her tongue like water from Niagara Falls. “Please. I’m so sorry.”
Lifting her face, she leaned in to kiss his cheek but missed and caught the corner his mouth instead.
In response, he turned...and not away from her.
Seeking her, his warm breath fell on her lips a split second before he kissed her hungrily, sucking from her nectar.
Unprepared for the hot torrent of his mouth, B.J. gasped; her body responded immediately. She forgot her worry and regret, and gurgled out an unexpected cry when his hands came up to feast on her breasts. Obviously irritated with her damp, tangled shirt in his way, he stripped it off and went about shedding her bra. All the while, he continued to kiss her, the contact morphing from greedy to curious and then to explorative.
Once she was entirely naked, he cupped her
bare breasts she’d unknowingly been pressing against him. A sob rose in his throat. He nudged her down onto to the floor right there by the door, kicking his pants and underwear off his ankles and keeping his mouth against hers the entire time.
Their lips became permanently fused as he finished unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugged it off.
He broke from her mouth to dip his face and kiss his way down the center of her body, starting in the hollow at the base of her throat and working his way south, not even pausing between her breasts or navel. But he did falter when his lips lowered to about four inches below her belly button. She tensed 43
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in expectation, waiting for him to move lower. But that was as far as he went, making her body burn for more.
Oh, God. Who would’ve known Grady Rawlings
would be such a tease?
His fingers followed the torture next, as he skimmed them over her clavicle and around her breasts, caressing close to her most sensitive points, but never providing direct contact. It had to be the most sensual moment of her life, and yet he seemed perfectly content to turn a little PG, driving her insane by exploring safe zones.
Pausing at her old snakebite a few inches under her arm, he bent and kissed the healed wound. It felt very intimate to reveal such a scar to Grady. He didn’t ask about it, only lavished it with loving attention and then moved to the next scar he found on her knee.
Then, damn it, the man turned cuddly. He
shuddered out a breath and lay on top of her, making sure every inch of his skin pressed against hers from their ankles to their necks. Sighing, he relaxed against her. His arms came around her as he rested his face by her shoulder, lying there quietly like he was soaking in the sensation.
He was...he was hugging her, she realized, and burying his face in her hair like he was hiding from the fact he needed such contact...such comfort. But this was definitely an embrace. She swallowed; tears pricked her eyes at the sweetness of the moment.
“Touch me back,” he whispered. Manually
taking her hand, he pressed her palm against the side of his ribcage. “Please.”
She did, uncertain at first while she ran her fingers up the back of his shoulders. Shuddering out his pleasure, he closed his eyes and let his head roll back, allowing her to explore him as he had her. She traced the sculpted plane of his stomach and abs, 44
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and he
Instinctively, she put her arms around him and laid her cheek against his chest.
Her voice broke. “I’m so sorry.”
She felt terrible. He was probably reeling in guilt because he’d just cheated on his dead wife, and 42
The Trouble with Tomboys
it was all her fault.
She sniffed like she was going to howl any
second. Then she awkwardly patted his hair and rubbed his back, having no idea how to help him, or comfort him, or stop this pain she’d caused.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, feeling pathetic and useless. For someone who usually choked on
apologies, this one gushed off her tongue like water from Niagara Falls. “Please. I’m so sorry.”
Lifting her face, she leaned in to kiss his cheek but missed and caught the corner his mouth instead.
In response, he turned...and not away from her.
Seeking her, his warm breath fell on her lips a split second before he kissed her hungrily, sucking from her nectar.
Unprepared for the hot torrent of his mouth, B.J. gasped; her body responded immediately. She forgot her worry and regret, and gurgled out an unexpected cry when his hands came up to feast on her breasts. Obviously irritated with her damp, tangled shirt in his way, he stripped it off and went about shedding her bra. All the while, he continued to kiss her, the contact morphing from greedy to curious and then to explorative.
Once she was entirely naked, he cupped her
bare breasts she’d unknowingly been pressing against him. A sob rose in his throat. He nudged her down onto to the floor right there by the door, kicking his pants and underwear off his ankles and keeping his mouth against hers the entire time.
Their lips became permanently fused as he finished unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugged it off.
He broke from her mouth to dip his face and kiss his way down the center of her body, starting in the hollow at the base of her throat and working his way south, not even pausing between her breasts or navel. But he did falter when his lips lowered to about four inches below her belly button. She tensed 43
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in expectation, waiting for him to move lower. But that was as far as he went, making her body burn for more.
Oh, God. Who would’ve known Grady Rawlings
would be such a tease?
His fingers followed the torture next, as he skimmed them over her clavicle and around her breasts, caressing close to her most sensitive points, but never providing direct contact. It had to be the most sensual moment of her life, and yet he seemed perfectly content to turn a little PG, driving her insane by exploring safe zones.
Pausing at her old snakebite a few inches under her arm, he bent and kissed the healed wound. It felt very intimate to reveal such a scar to Grady. He didn’t ask about it, only lavished it with loving attention and then moved to the next scar he found on her knee.
Then, damn it, the man turned cuddly. He
shuddered out a breath and lay on top of her, making sure every inch of his skin pressed against hers from their ankles to their necks. Sighing, he relaxed against her. His arms came around her as he rested his face by her shoulder, lying there quietly like he was soaking in the sensation.
He was...he was hugging her, she realized, and burying his face in her hair like he was hiding from the fact he needed such contact...such comfort. But this was definitely an embrace. She swallowed; tears pricked her eyes at the sweetness of the moment.
“Touch me back,” he whispered. Manually
taking her hand, he pressed her palm against the side of his ribcage. “Please.”
She did, uncertain at first while she ran her fingers up the back of his shoulders. Shuddering out his pleasure, he closed his eyes and let his head roll back, allowing her to explore him as he had her. She traced the sculpted plane of his stomach and abs, 44
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and he
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