This Girl Stripped by Dawn Robertson Read Free Book Online Page A

and begin to fist his hair. Each minute that passes, I become more brave with my actions.
    Everything about this is freeing. I feel in control. I feel wanted, and desired. I feel like I can stop this at any minute if that is exactly what I wanted to happen. The feeling is exhilarating and scary all at the same time. I needed this. I needed to move on from all the demons holding me back. But is this the right way to go about it?
    In the back of my mind, I wish it was River bringing me to this level. I just can’t take his constant hot and cold anymore. He is too complicated for me. I need uncomplicated. I need simple. I need someone like Diesel. Fuck, did I just say I need a biker? Dammit!
    Our lips part and I’m damn near panting. His beautifully dark eyes are warm, and welcoming. I feel comfortable with him. Shit. What now? Before I can speak, his fingers lace between mine, and the intimate connection warms my body.
    “Wanna come upstairs?” I don’t know why I ask. Maybe for more privacy. Maybe to test my own boundaries. Maybe I just don’t want anyone to catch us. He doesn’t answer with words, his lips just meet my cheek, and he pulls me to my feet. We slip past the crowd in the front room still decorating the Christmas tree. River is nowhere to be found, he probably left and went back to his house. I shouldn’t care or think about him right now, and I am going to do my damndest not to.
    The alcohol is flowing, and the Christmas carols are loud as hell. No one notices us as we slip up the stairs, hands still connected. Once we hit the landing, his arms wrap around me. My back presses up against my bedroom door, and our mouths meet once again. We are even more hungry now. I want to lose myself in him. Good or bad. Train wreck or not, this is what I need. I keep telling myself that, at least.
    He tastes like beer and some kind of spearmint gum. It’s refreshing. Nothing like the nasty cigarette ridden breath of Zane. Every step of the way, I find myself comparing the two. I don’t know if I am doing it on purpose or if my mind automatically wants to pick out the good of this - push Zane further out of my mind. In a way it’s working.
    Diesel’s hand turns the doorknob. As we push through the doorway he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. The spiked heels of my shoes dig into his denim covered ass. He lets out a growl into my mouth and I push the door closed. Our limbs tangle together as my body hits the bed. His strong body covers me, and instead of panicking, I find myself pushing back against him while sucking on his tongue.
    His hand pushes up my shirt, past my bra and right to my bare breast. I can’t help but moan. Diesel’s touch is beyond anything I could have imagined. His thumb traces my nipple and my body trembles under his touch. The pleasure I feel from such simple contact is amazing. I’ve never had anything like this.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he says, as his kisses start trailing down my body. His fingers move to the button of my pants, and I don’t stop him. I let go of all the thoughts flooding through my mind. I let him. I give myself to him. I just feel his touch. Listen to his sweet words. Heal under his hands.
    “Oh God, Diesel.” I call out in between moans of pleasure. That’s when I feel his fingers graze my pussy. Gently pushing my underwear to the side, and pushing his finger slowly into my cunt. His thumb caresses my clit and I can feel my body starting to build toward the first orgasm I’ve had at the hands of another.
    One hand fists the sheets, and my other goes searching for the button of his jeans. Finally finding it, I unbutton and unzip, and dive my hand in to fist his cock. It’s thick as hell. I can’t help but think he would break me in half with that thing. But it feels so smooth in my soft hands. He lets out a deep moan.
    “Shit, Paisley.” His words encourage me. He likes what I’m doing. I lay back and enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me while I