Too Hot to Hold by Stephanie Tyler Read Free Book Online Page B

fitting for what she suspected would be a quick escape route for him once the sex was over.
    She broke the kiss, yanked away from him and stared into the incredible green eyes that continued to watch her intently.
    “You want to go for a ride?” he asked.
    “You’re going to let me drive your car again?”
    “I wasn’t talking about cars.” His thumb brushed her cheek, moved down to trace her jaw.
    His touch was like a truth serum. “I told you that I was seeing someone.”
    “Yeah, you mentioned that. Do you want me to go, Kaylee? Because you should tell me that now. Right now.”
    “I’m not seeing him anymore.”
    “That was fast.”
    “Things have been happening that way for me lately.”
    “That’s not always a bad thing.”
    Her hands were on his chest. “Happened after I met you. Time for a new start.”
    “Sounds impulsive. Like stealing my car.”
    Yes, it was. She hadn’t managed her personal life that way for a very long time. Not since she’d married Aaron on the spur of the moment. She’d gone for a much different kind of man after him. Non-military. Law-abiding. No troubled past.
    She hadn’t wanted another military man in her life, but here he was, in her apartment. Breaking and entering in order to see her. Kissing her.
    She could feel the sheer strength in his body, pulsing in waves while still giving a sense that he could stay like this, silent, steady, powerful, for hours.
    His training would have added to that skill, but this was a man cut out for the job since forever, rough and ready enough to make her heart pound crazily from the second she’d opened the door to find him there, sitting in her favorite chair, in the dark. As if he belonged.
    She wanted him to belong here, while at the same time she wondered if Nick could or would ever allow himself to belong to anyone.
    Could she? She’d always told herself that she’d do anything in order to find the right man.
    There was no reason to play coy—she knew what he wanted. More so, she knew what she wanted. The fact that he was here told her what she needed, and she didn’t want him here for Aaron, would’ve been disappointed if he’d been here for anything but her.
    “I wanted to kiss you last night,” she murmured, feeling incredibly bold. “Wanted to lay you back on the hood and take off your clothes and just take you, right there…”
    “Why didn’t you?”
    Good question. As she mused, he began unbuttoning her shirt, easing the fabric aside as he worked. He pushed it off her shoulders and undid the front clasp of her bra with one finger—and oh, God, what a skill that was. Her nipples, already hard from his touch, grew taut when the air hit them, and as he worked down her pants and thong, Nick studied her, a small smile of appreciation breaking across his typically reserved features as he gazed at her body.
    She expected him to say something, to give her some kind of compliment, but he didn’t. Not with words anyway, but he held her hips and put his mouth down on one nipple and it was all over.
    Before she knew it, her clothes were in a puddle on the floor and she was naked in his arms, her bare body rubbing his fully clothed one while he kissed her again. It felt so dirty, so right, with her nipples taut from the delicious friction of his leather jacket and cotton T-shirt.
    She responded by kissing him back, then losing herself in the way his mouth took possession of her taut nub, his tongue stroking and sucking, and God, she wanted that tongue everywhere.
    She clawed at his shoulders, managed to yank off his jacket and began to pull his shirt up as well. He took his mouth off her nipple only long enough to let her pull the shirt over his head before he was teasing her again. In that brief space of time, she’d taken careful note of the bruises and scratches that ran along his chest—they hadn’t been there last night. And although they didn’t appear to bother him, she still tread more lightly as she stroked her