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

amusement in exchange for a roaring desire. And, as the gadgets clanged against the floor, he gripped her hips and hauled her up on the counter.
    His first order came out brusque. “Take off your shirt.”
    Fingers fumbling, she jerked the fabric over her head. His teeth nipped her lower lip as she dropped the tee, before taking her mouth again and leaving her head spinning. For a moment all she could manage was to keep up with another soul-searing, devastating kiss that threatened to devour her.
    “Bra,” he rasped.
    Evie released the clasp and chucked the undergarment aside. Pulling back, his gaze fiercely appreciative of the view, he lowered his head. When his mouth closed around a nipple, her throat clamped tight, the thrill cutting off her breath.
    And liquid heat pooled between her legs.
    Frantic, desperate, she clutched the cabinet door handles behind her head as his lips, teeth, and tongue worshipped her breasts with such a single-minded determination she couldn’t tell who enjoyed it more—her…or him.
    The ache between her legs grew acute. Wes was just what she craved. A man she could trust, who was dependable. The kind of guy who watched over her when she was at her most vulnerable, but who burned with a passion so powerful it slayed all thoughts of treating her with kid gloves. He took her to places she’d never been before. Pushed her to very edge of her limits. Protective when he had to be protective.
    Fierce when she needed him to be fierce.
    From her breast, his third command rumbled against her sensitized skin. “My shirt.”
    His mouth still working its magic, she complied. Her hands slipped under the fabric and slid down hot, hard shoulders, his muscles bulging and lengthening beneath her palms as he shifted to help push his shirt to the floor.
    Once freed, his hands moved to her legs, his fingers stroking the inside of her thigh. Evie bit her lip.
    “Wes, please,” she breathed, arching her back.
    “Not yet,” he said. He flicked his tongue across a nipple as he brushed a thumb across her slick center.
    She whimpered, the sound alien as she held her legs open, desperate for him to end the agony that held her tightly in its grip. As he continued to drive her mad with want, his thumb on her nub, mouth relentless on her breasts, strangled sounds came from her throat. Her mind went blank, numb with pleasure.
    “Evie,” Wes said, his voice barely penetrating her consciousness. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” As if realizing that her brain was too far gone to function, he gripped her butt more securely, his voice firm. “ Evie .”
    Acting on instinct and one hundred percent desperation, she did as told, locking her ankles behind his back.
    His sure swift thrust sent her pleasure skyrocketing. There was no time to think. To react. To breathe.
    Clearly he burned as brightly as she did.
    And all she could do was feel . The focus of his raw power between her legs driving her higher. The faint smell of cologne, heated by his body and tinged with sweat. His shoulders damp beneath her fingers, the muscles hard beneath her nails as she urged him on. One hand at her hips, his other fisted in her hair, positioning her mouth to be consumed by his as surely as his body did the rest of her.
    With power.
    And with absolute authority.
    As if he’d humored her by allowing her to seduce him, but now was hell-bent on showing her who was in control.
    The gathering sensory storm raged on as their hips arched in a rhythm that built in intensity, and a small cry escaped her mouth, absorbed by his hard lips. Pleasure clogged her throat—the promise of an orgasm so significant, the potential was almost frightening. Hungry, eager, she began to writhe against him, pleading for completion.
    And, as if he’d been waiting for her to beg, hand still in her hair, he raised his lips from hers. Thick lashes heavy, his eyes dark, he pumped his hips hard, forcing her off the cliff. Sending her free-falling into a climax so