Twisted Affair Vol. 3 by M. S. Parker Read Free Book Online

“You're being quiet, my Kat.”
    My heart did a flip. I liked that he called me his. More than I should have. He'd used that same endearment the first time we'd slept together – well, actually the third time, but it had been the first time he'd known it was me.
    “Just enjoying being here with you,” I said. That was the truth, if not all of it. “Knowing we have all night and do not have to worry about being interrupted.”
    His smile widened. “That’s crossed my mind.” He released my hand and cupped my cheek. “What do you say we move this into the bedroom?”
    I stood and took his champagne glass, setting both of them on the coffee table. I held out my hand, shivering as his palm slid across mine. We walked into the bedroom, but were barely through the doorway before he pulled me against him and claiming my mouth.
    I parted my lips eagerly, reaching up to bury my fingers in his hair as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. I moaned, curling my tongue around his. His fingers were busy at my back, searching for the zipper. I felt his fingers brush against my bare back as he lowered the zipper and goosebumps broke out across my flesh. If my eyes hadn't already been closed, I would've closed them then and enjoyed the touch of his hand as he splayed his fingers across my back.
    I swore softly as he released my mouth, his lips moving across my jaw and down to my throat. Flames burned across my skin, following his mouth as it trailed down to my collarbone. I felt my dress slide off and pool at my feet, but it was a secondary thought. Every fiber of my being was focused on the places Blayne was touching me. My bra joined the dress and then his hands were on my breasts, cupping and caressing. Fingers teasing my nipples even as he eased me back onto the bed.
    At some point, he must have removed his clothes because when he stretched out on top of me to take my mouth again, skin slid against overheated skin. My hardened nipples rubbed against his chest and I raked my nails lightly down his back. His body shuddered and I felt his cock press against me, only the thin layer of his boxer-briefs and my panties kept us apart.
    “I need these off.” I tore my mouth away from his and tugged at the waistband of his underwear. “Please.”
    He grinned at me. “Impatient, aren't we?” He pushed himself up onto his knees. “I thought you were all excited that we had all night.” He moved down my body. “I think someone needs a lesson in patience.”
    I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. Then he was hooking his fingers under the elastic of my panties and sliding them down my legs. Arousal spiked as he spread my legs, the hunger on his face clear. He stretched out and, before I could try to figure out what he'd meant by that last comment, his mouth was on my pussy, tongue delving into me. My back arched and my hands fisted into the bedspread.
    Damn that man had a mouth on him!
    His hands wrapped around my thighs, long fingers digging into my muscles as I bucked my hips against him. His tongue worked up and down, circling my clit and then flicking against the top of it before dropping down to dip into my pussy. It was the most exquisite torture I'd ever felt. I cursed and thrashed, begging him to make me come. Each time I got close, however, he'd stop and look up at me with those storm gray eyes, smiling as I called him every name I could think of in English and Czech. Then, just as my muscles began to cease their trembling, as the pressure inside me started to fade, he'd do it all over again.
    When he finally took me over the edge, sucking on my clit until I came, screaming, everything went white. I didn't know how long the climax lasted, only that it felt the way I had always imagined eternity to be. Forever and an instant all at once. Beyond the concept of time.
    “Kat.”
    Blayne's voice drew me back and I opened my eyes to see him hovering over me. I saw the question on his face and knew what he was asking. I wasn't