Touch Me by Tamara Hogan Read Free Book Online

there then gone. “It was my mother's.” He ducked back into the bathroom. “From what my father calls her unfortunate velvet phase,” he called, his voice bouncing off the tiles. “I have the red one in my studio.”
    As water filled a glass with a subtle upward slide, she recalled that Rafe’s mother, Dasha Sebastiani, had died when he and his siblings were young children.
    Rafe came out of the bathroom carrying a dripping glass in one hand and a sliver of a tablet in the other. “Sit up,” he said briskly as he sat beside her—like they hadn't been plastered together, gulping each other's air, just minutes ago. Like his rock-hard cock wasn’t ruining the elegant drape of his pants.
    She stared at it— stared at him—and then laid her hand on his thigh.
    “ Bailey.” He hesitated slightly before brushing her hand away. “Right now you’re so hungry for touch that anyone would do.”
    She shook her head and laughed. He couldn’t know how picky she was about who touched her body, and right now, he was the only man who’d do. “I'm a grown woman who owns her own sexuality.”
    He stilled, watching her carefully, like she was a bomb he had to defuse. “Yes, but—”
    “ I can sleep with whoever I choose. I can have an orgasm whenever I want, with whomever I want.” She tossed her head. “ Two orgasms!”
    “ Right,” he bit out, extending the water glass and the pill. “Here. Take this.”
    Every tiny hair on her body stood at attention . “How long does it take to work?” How long could she possibly wait?
    “ Jack said it takes effect almost immediately.”
    Nervous anticipation danced like champagne bubbles as she grabbed onto her courage with both hands. “If I still want you after I take the pill—if I consent—are you willing to continue this?”
    His jaw worked and his nostrils flared. But he didn't speak.
    He didn’t say yes.
    Heat rushed to her cheeks as realization set in. He was as affected by pheromones as she was. That outrageous erection he sported wasn’t for her. What had he just said? Anyone would do.
    Mortified, s he snatched her hand back. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry.” She grabbed the yellowish tablet, tossed it in her mouth, and swallowed it with a gulp of water. She had to get out of here. “I’ll stop bothering you—”
    “ Bailey, no—”
    She ’d pushed so hard, thrown herself at him with such reckless abandon, that she'd given him no choice but to come right out and say it. Setting the glass down, she swiped blindly for her boots, lying on the floor next to the couch. The pill was hitting already—her skin wasn’t nearly as hypersensitive as it had been downstairs—but it wasn’t doing a damn thing to tamp down this outrageous desire. If anything, the medicine was cleaving her frenzied need to elemental bone, honing it with scalpel precision. Focusing it like a laser.
    On him .
    She pressed a hand below her belt, where a bonfire licked and swirled. She was going up in flames, and the blowback was a bitch—
    “ Bailey.” Grasping her upper arms, he yanked her upright so they sat face to face. The boot she’d grabbed fell to the floor with a soft rattle of buckle.
    H is face stark and taut. His nostrils were working overtime, and his eyes, oh his eyes…they were positively molten. A bolt of sexual power slammed into her, streaked down her spine. The air felt…combustible.
    A ll it needed was a spark.
    She shook her arms free. Crossing them, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, whipped it over her head, and threw it across the room. Bare-breasted, hands on hips, she glared at him.
    Dared him.
    He crashed his lips to hers, jamming his fingers through her hair. His momentum bore her back onto the couch, crushing her into the soft cushions, pinning her down with his heavy, perfect weight. His hips nestled in the cradle of her thighs, the hard swell of his cock separated from her empty, needy core by maddening layers of fabric. His eyes blazed as he devoured her