Trouble in the Making by Lissa Matthews Read Free Book Online

go there at all this time, it won’t be with anything more than my finger.”
    She tried to relax at those words. She really did, but the thought of him invading her bottom like that… She shifted and he took that opportunity to slide his fingers back inside her, deep and all at once. Had it not been for the fact he gripped her hip when she started to lose her balance, the force of his thrusting might have toppled her over.
    He was there, though, holding her steady as he explored her depths. The pads of his fingers scraped over her G-spot, and not for the first time, she was so glad for a very responsive and sensitive pussy. She loved the feel of being invaded, of being filled and fucked. She wasn’t a prude by any stretch, and the more he touched her, the more he aroused and fondled her, the more she forgot about her shyness outside the bedroom.
    She didn’t care if it was fingers, tongue, cock or toys. She loved it all, and it had been a really long time.
    Add to it that it was Johnny Trouble touching her…
    Wiggling her ass, she silently asked for more, unable to find her voice among the maelstrom of sensations flooding her. She was overwhelmed with it all; overwhelmed with the way things had shifted from the coffee shop to the second he’d opened his hotel room door. He’d gone from sweet and kind to…to… She wasn’t even sure what to think of him as now. Hot? Sexual? Her every fantasy come to life?
    His fingers pushed inside her, fucked her with certain force, certain power. “You can’t hide from me. You can’t hide from this. You can’t beat around the bush about why we’re both here. And you can’t get off without me.”
    Maybe it was all the blood rushing to her head, but she was ready for another orgasm and this one would be as strong and powerful as the first one. Every word he said was punctuated with a pointed, sure thrust. He wanted to make sure she understood, that she faced the truth.
    “Johnny,” she panted, pressing back into his thrusting hand.
    “Go on, Liz. Come again.”
    He teased that spot inside her, focusing on it, giving it his full attention, and she exploded. She gripped her ankles tightly and bent her knees only a little and he just kept rubbing his fingers over that incredibly sensitive bit of tissue on the front wall of her pussy. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t do more than rock forward on the balls of her feet and dig her toes into the plush hotel room carpet.
    He wouldn’t let her fall and she knew it, and though her balance was usually top notch, with this, with him, she had none, physically or mentally. She had to depend on him to keep her steady and that was something she hadn’t had to or wanted to do in more years that she could count. She hadn’t leaned on anyone not since college, not since her parents’ marriage had fallen apart several months after she graduated and she was left as the collateral damage, not since her own marriage had fallen apart a year before she’d seen Johnny again in person for the first time since high school.
    But leaning on him? She’d like to try that.
    Johnny wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed himself against her ass, the leather of his pants soft against her skin. He helped her to stand, then held her firmly, her back to his chest, with his chin resting on top of her head.
     
    “I believe you’re already up, rock star.”
    For moments, they stood in silence, and it wasn’t the uncomfortable silence she’d expected, but rather a peaceful one, calm, sated. He was rock hard against her behind, but he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding. He just held her naked flesh against his leather-clad body. And if she wasn’t experiencing it herself right then, she’d have sworn it was impossible for her to become aroused again so soon, but damn…
    “What are you thinking about?” he whispered as he lowered one hand down the front of her body to rest on her lower belly. He let the other hand drift upward to her