'Tis the Season to Be Tempted by Aimee Carson Read Free Book Online

chest is beautiful.”
    And when she placed those soft lips on his pectoral muscle, desire skewered his groin so sharply, Wes couldn’t help it.
    He let out an agonized groan.
    Wes closed his eyes and concentrated on his harsh breaths as her mouth headed from one side of his chest to the other, trailing damp, openmouthed kisses along the way.
    Much more of this and he couldn’t be held accountable for his actions.
    “Evie,” he said. “You might get more than you bargained for.”
    Her lips on his skin twisted the achy pleasure higher, cranking his agonized need tighter.
    “I’m hoping I do.” Evie leaned back, sounding remarkably focused given the pulse bounding at her neck. “Though I still have the problem with your underwear.”
    With a determined light in her eye, she carefully slipped the tip of the blade beneath one leg of his briefs. He struggled to restrain the blunt curse, chest heaving as she lifted the knife. But instead of cutting, the fabric stretched, refusing to split as it strained against his aching shaft. Frustrated desire firmly gripped his groin. And all the blood left his brain and headed south, to support more urgently needy areas. He clenched his teeth, praying she wouldn’t find a way.
    Praying that she would .
    She reached around him, and the sound of a drawer opening barely registered in his brain.
    “I’ve changed my mind,” she said. And from her tone he knew he was in trouble. “I have gained an appreciation for the finer things in life.”
    Desire throbbed painfully through his body as he gazed down at her face, his voice rough. “How so?”
    With an innocently delivered Cheshire cat grin, Evie held up a small pair of scissors. “Your expensive penthouse suite comes fully equipped for a proper seduction.”
    Wes wasn’t sure, but he might have whimpered.
    Sweat beaded along his brow, and his chest heaved as she slid the open tip of scissors up one leg, the scrape of metal pricking goose bumps up his spine.
    With a few snips, one side of his briefs went slack.
    His erection screamed for release as his heart thundered erratically.
    Once more he tried to warn her, his voice almost a growl. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”
    Wide, decadent eyes held his as she switched the scissors to the other hand, the now inevitable promising slide of metal on his hip the most erotic sensation he’d ever felt.
    “Well,” she said, “you’re not me.”
    With one final snip, the briefs released his shaft and fell, and years of fantasies involving the delectable Evie came crashing down.
    With a crude curse, Wes crushed his lips to hers.

Chapter Four
    Wes’s mouth captured her gasp, and Evie’s heart rolled over and went a submissive belly-up as his lips consumed hers. The kiss was fierce. Raw. And Evie relished the arrival of the wild, primal man beneath the responsible, do-right exterior.
    All pretense of patience gone, Wes speared his fingers through her hair and forced her head back, taking more of her mouth, thrilling her with his actions. His tongue rasped against hers, demanding everything. As if he could merge his body with hers with his lips and strength of will alone. As if he’d never get enough. As if she was all he’d ever need again.
    Lost, Evie basked in a kiss that made her feel what she hadn’t in a very long time. Wanted. And what she’d never quite felt before.
    Irresistible .
    Wes pulled away.
    “Wes—”
    “Don’t.” His gaze burned into hers as he yanked at her Hello Kitty underwear and pushed the fabric to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her shirt and bra. “You’ve had your turn,” he said gruffly. “Now I’m going to engage in my favorite pastime.”
    Her lids stretched so wide he must have seen the question.
    His dark eyes bored into hers, his breathing harsh. “Telling you what to do,” he answered.
    She didn’t have time to laugh because, with a determined swipe, he swept the utensils from the marble bar, brushing aside her short-lived