The Write Bear (Highland Brothers 1) by Meredith Clarke, Ally Summers Read Free Book Online Page A

over the swell of her chest, along her hips. The touch was rough against the tenderness of her skin.
    “Open for me,” he ordered.
    Her eyes flashed to his. He was dominant and controlling, but she wanted to give him anything he wanted. The pull to him was undeniable.
    Slowly she widened her knees, hoping she could give him what he wanted.
    “More,” he urged.
    Her gaze fell between her legs as she spread her knees for him. She lay there, exposed, wet, and hot for him. He sat back on his heels, admiring his view.
    “God, you’re beautiful.” His fingers moved between her legs, blazing a path through the slick and tender skin.
    “You’re so wet all ready.” He smiled. “I can make you dripping wet for me.” His eyes hardened with lust. “You’re going to need it.”
    “Oh.” She moaned, as he slipped one finger inside her, making her forget her momentary worry about what his words meant. His thumb began to massage the nub in front of her opening. She writhed under his touch, warming from the inside out.
    Before she knew it, he spread her legs as far as they would reach, his head dipping suddenly, and then he plunged his tongue deep inside her.
    “Oh, God, Hudson,” she screamed reveling in the feel of his hot and wet tongue, flicking against her entrance, exploring her innermost sensitive spots.
    He forced it deeper inside. She coiled around it, wanting to keep him there, wrapped in the fire of her core. The scruff from his cheek brushed against her thighs, rubbing back and forth as he sucked and lapped at her folds.
    She had never let a man between her legs with his mouth. Never. It felt too intimate. Too embarrassing. But somehow Hudson managed to do it, and have her beg for more.
    She clenched when his tongue withdrew, and dotted a straight line over her supple nub, stopping for a moment to suck roughly before swirling circles over her navel. His eyes scorched a path over her chest, his chin nestled in the softness of her belly.
    “You taste like raw honey.”
    “Honey?” she whispered.
    “Sweeter than honey.” His eyes pinched together. “You were made for me. I can taste it. You are mine to lick and drink,” he growled. “And fuck. Fuck until we’re exhausted. Fuck until we’re starving. Fuck until we don’t think we can breathe another breath.”
    There was no way to stop her body from reacting to his words. Her honey was seeping between her legs, soaking his fingers. All the while, his fingers moved along her entrance, caressing, widening her until she was thrashing on the bed, her knees trying to close, but his forceful grasp keeping them open. His strokes slowed as she began to quiver.
    “No, Riley. You have to wait for me.”
    “I don’t think I can,” she whimpered. “What are you doing to me?” She thrust her hips forward, desperate for him to taste her again.
    “I’m taking you, baby like I promised I would.” His teeth gnashed in the air as he grinned.
    “I can’t stop it, Hudson.” She felt the tightness in her core begin to unravel.
    “You have to,” he said.
    His palm rested over her entrance, pressing firmly, calming the chaos building in her core. She thought it might give her a second to steady her breath and enjoy his enthusiastic exploration of her body.
    He kissed the inside of her thigh, and her head rocked back on the pillow. Wrong. She wasn’t going to be able to steady anything under his touches. As she heard his pants drop to the floor she sat forward to see the naked man in front of her. His arousal, rigid and wide, throbbing for her was thick with want.
    The sight of him was enough to make her come. She couldn’t explain what was happening to her body or to her senses. The sight of him. His sounds. The taste of his lips. The feel of his skin. It was as if he had tapped into her nerves and was pulling her like a puppet master on strings of sensation.
    She felt the tightening of her core weary from trying to hold off her orgasm. “I can’t wait, Hudson.