Touched (Second Sight) by Hazel Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B

sure if she’d even remember what a kiss felt like. Most guys were turned off by the word psychic right from the start. But for the few who stuck around, her ability to read them, especially when they made love, was a deal breaker. While lots of people said they wanted truth in their relationships, few were actually ready for the reality of it.
    But she had already read Mac, if only accidentally, and the passion in his kiss began to match the profound emotion that she’d discovered.
    His rounded shoulders bunched under her forearms as his embrace tightened. Like bands of steel, his arms closed around her. And as his mouth engulfed hers, the intensity there became all-consuming. His lips urged hers on, as though they were no longer hers to control. He suckled her lower lip again and then the upper, moving faster and pressing harder. His nose pressed into her cheek before he quickly tilted his head the other way. Her lips followed his, clinging to them, desperate not to be parted from them for a single instant.
     The rough stubble of his chin rubbed against hers. Her gloved hands ran down over the broad shoulders. Though her lungs began to burn, her lips never left his as she dragged in air through her nose. Though her heart beat in her ears and her chest wanted to burst, she could not lose contact. The feel of his mouth blotted out everything else. The images of the day fell away as pent-up desire rose to take their place. Mindless oblivion was approaching and yet just out of reach.
    His tongue probed her then, the rhythm of his absorbing kiss broken, urging her mouth to open. As her lips parted in response, she felt his arms tighten and he leaned forward. Her body curved against him, luxuriating in the press of the hard slabs of muscle. But as the jab of his arousal pushed into her abdomen, she gasped and he kissed her deeply.
     
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    The more Isabelle opened herself to him, the more Mac wanted. The curve of her, the press of her hips, her breasts, the sweetness of her mouth–she was irresistible. His tongue swept inside her with a carnal desire that made him lean even further forward. Even though they stood where they’d started, he pursued her. He felt the lithe movement of her body against his and he wanted more. His mouth engulfed hers, capturing the soft, pink lips that had fascinated him during the day, tasting them, and feeding from them as though he were a starving man–and he wanted more.
    And her skin?
    Was it just as delicious?
    He had to find out. 
    With a small smacking sound, he suddenly released her mouth and immediately ducked under her chin. She gasped, inhaling deeply, and he felt her diaphragm flex against his abs. He held her close and leaned forward yet again. Her back arched to accommodate him and, as her head tilted back, he covered her throat with fevered kisses. He lapped at her with his tongue, nibbled her with his lips, and savored the fresh taste of her silky skin. Her hands clung to his shoulders as he tilted her back even further and his mouth covered the dip between her collar bones.
    Her gasps had turned to rasping breaths that moved in time with his steady progression across and down her skin. Though he tried not to hurry, it was as though his mouth knew what waited just below. But of course it did. He hadn’t been immune to the sight of her figure. His lips and tongue traced a sucking and nibbling line directly to the top of her dress. 
    Isabelle quietly moaned in response, arching her back even further. He held her weight completely in his arms and her hands moved into the hair at the back of his head. Both of them breathed quickly now, their lungs heaving for air. His tongue darted under the dress and between the softly curved swell of her breasts. His lips bit gently into her, savoring the creamy flesh, his nose filled with the fragrant smell of her. Lower he went, as his chin nudged the dress down, kneading his mouth into the plump mounds as she moaned