Treasured by Crystal Jordan Read Free Book Online

“Rebecca—”
    “Yes, James?” She licked the salty tang of him from her lips, going slow so he could watch and know just what she was doing.
    He groaned. “You’ll pay for that, woman.”
    “Yes. Please.”
    Releasing her hair, he stepped back and crooked a finger, motioning for her to rise. She obeyed, and her thighs brushed together as she did, the pearls rolling to settle between her breasts again. The lust that had never abated peaked to an exquisite pain.
    “On the bed. Kneeling.”
    She shuddered just thinking about all the things he might do to her in that position. A part of her was amazed he had so quickly turned her into such a wanton individual, but the chemistry between them was indisputable, undeniable, and she wanted it. She wanted to know what it was like to trust herself, her body, and her bedmate enough to let go of every inhibition. He’d pushed her into it last night. Now she went willingly, eager to see and taste and feel more. This place, wherever she was, sleeping, delusional, was such a mental leap from anything that was the Becca she knew herself to be. With no points of reference, she had to just feel her way along until the dream ended and she went back to her real life, the real Becca. For some reason she couldn’t explain, the thought depressed her. She pushed it aside and focused on treasuring the here and now. With James.
    Her long hair brushed her hips as she walked, and she felt his gaze upon her, caressing her from behind when she turned away. She bent her knee to place it on the bed and leaned forward to brace her hands on the mussed fur coverlet. Her fingers curled into the soft strands of fur. The pearls swung forward from her neck to slip across the mattress as she crawled farther up the bed.
    His broad, rough hands cupped her hips from behind as he knelt on the mattress behind her. She moaned at the contact. God, she wanted him inside her. Anticipation rose sharply within her and her body shook with need. They both panted, the harsh sound loud in the small cabin. She sighed as he honed in on her sex, brushing his long finger over the lips of her pussy.
    “I’m going to take you hard, Rebecca.”
    “Yes.” She breathed the word. Her heart pounded and hot blood rushed through her veins.
    He plunged deep inside her with one powerful stroke. Hard, just as he’d promised. She cried out, dropping down to open herself wider to his penetration. He pulled back, pulled out of her.
    “James. Please. I need you.” Like an addict after a fix, she needed him. Craved him. Jesus, how had he done this to her? Her hips moved, seeking him out of their own accord. Her body knew what she needed, even if her mind had doubts.
    “No. Not yet. Not yet.” He stroked his hands over her back and down to cup her ass. He spread her cheeks apart.
    Pinpricks of heat raced over her skin, and blood rushed to her face. Would he fuck her there again? She hoped so. Nothing had ever felt so good as when he touched her, held her, fucked her. And the care he’d shown afterwards was shocking from such a domineering alpha personality. Her anus puckered when his fingertips grazed her recessed flesh. Oh, God . Her arms quivered as they struggled to hold her upright.
    But he didn’t press into her. Instead he slipped his hands back up to curl around her rib cage, urging her up until her back pressed to his muscled chest. She arched back into him, reveling in the contact. She could feel the length of his hard cock against her back and she licked her lips again to taste the remaining essence of him. He stroked the undersides of her breasts lightly and she shuddered at the touch of his rough fingers so gentle on her sensitive skin. The contrast in sensations drove her wild, made her moan. Then he pinched her nipples hard and gave them a quick twist. She screamed and threw her head back to lie over his shoulder. His scent filled her nose—the combination of hard man and exotic oil. The same oil he’d used on her