Torn - Part 1: The Torn Series by Ellen Callahan Read Free Book Online Page B

masculine, and more aggressive than any of the few guys I had known, but I loved it. I moaned as his tongue traced my bottom lip before sliding inside my mouth and exploring. My whole body bloomed with heat, opening like a flower in anticipation of the things he'd promised to do.
    He flicked the switch next to my head, bathing us in dim light. Breaking our kiss, he pushed my skirt up around my waist and looked down at my body. He groaned. "I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you." He tugged my panties down to my knees and I wiggled my legs so they dropped the rest of the way to the ground.
    "Last week?" I breathed, pressing my back against the door as his eyes drank me in.
    "Before that. When you were with that dweeb."
    I didn't want to laugh; I didn't want to ruin the mood. But who the hell said "dweeb" anymore?
    "Think I'm funny?" He let the plaid fabric drop back over his hands as his fingers traced up my inner thighs.
    "Sometimes." The closer he got to my throbbing center, the more I forgot what we were just talking about.
    "Think this is funny?" A finger brushed over my soft folds, making me jump and gasp. I was already wet and so damn sensitive - what was it about him? My panties were on the ground and I hadn't even gone through my litany of self-doubt yet. No thoughts of "too thin, too fat, too pale," nothing. He had a way of looking at me with such intense desire, how could I imagine he didn't like what he saw?
    “Maybe a little funny,” I breathed, biting my lip and grinning. He pressed his fingers inside me, slowly. I rose to my toes and threw my arms around his neck with a gasp.
    “Still funny?” He curved his fingers deep within, finding that sensitive spot and expertly stroking against it. Holy shit. I saw sparks. I tried to formulate a response but all that came out was a garbled croak as I moved with him and grasped him tighter. “No? Not laughing?” He tugged back my hair with his free hand, exposing my neck to his hot mouth.
    Not laughing. He removed his hand from where he held me inside and I whined, feeling bereft. He silenced me with a deep kiss. Moving with urgency, he pulled the straps from my shoulder and tugged the corset-style top down, exposing my breasts. Yes, I wore no bra. The top had built-in support so I didn’t need one. I was glad for it, then. One less article of clothing to fumble with.
    His head dipped and he drew his tongue across one of my nipples, rough and hot and wet. Then again, on the other. My hands found their way to his hair, drawing him closer as my fingers tightened around the short, light brown waves.
    I tugged on his shirt, hungry for skin-to-skin contact. He got the hint and ripped it over his head in one quick motion. I was much less smooth trying to get the zipper down on the back of mine, and he finally just grabbed the bottom and pulled it up over my head.
    “Fucking gorgeous,” he growled, taking a step back. When he said it like that, looked at me like that, I could nearly believe it. Holding his eyes with mine, I unzipped the back of my skirt and let it drop, pooling around my feet. That earned another low groan.
    He unzipped his jeans as he walked backwards towards the bed, a wicked glint in his eye. I followed as if hypnotized. I couldn’t bite back a gasp - he pulled his rigid member free and kicked the pants away as he sat on the edge of the mattress. “Come on over here, baby,” he said, patting the bed to either side of him. He gave himself one long, slow stroke. “This is all for you.”
    I couldn’t peel my eyes away. What have I gotten myself into? I was loathe to admit it but aside from Tyler I was worryingly inexperienced. And he’s way bigger. Oh, man.
    Mallet’s expression softened at my hesitation. “Here,” he said, reaching for my hand. I took it. He pulled me along the bed with him until we were both lying on our sides facing each other. Staring into his eyes like that was unexpectedly intimate. He traced my curves and