Two Can Play (Entangled Ignite) by Dawn Atkins Read Free Book Online Page A

philosophy. Rena hid her heavy reading like pornography.
    The slap of bare feet told him she’d returned. “What’s up?” She stood in a clingy red robe, her black hair out of its braid, all wavy over her shoulders. She’d caught him flat-footed with The Portable Nietzsche in one hand.
    “My foot bumped something, so I was curious. You hide your books?”
    “I don’t have room anywhere else,” she lied, pink spots flaring on her cheeks when she saw him notice her nearly bare shelves. “It’s convenient, okay?” She grabbed the book and kicked it out of sight.
    He wished he hadn’t discovered her secret. When people felt vulnerable, they closed up on you.
    “Hey,” he said softly, catching her arm. “I had to do something to keep from following you in there and jumping you.” He leaned in and kissed her, hoping she wouldn’t clock him one.
    …
    Gage was working her, but at the moment Rena didn’t care. He knew his way around a kiss. His lips had the right give; his tongue was knowing and not too pushy. He smelled great, too—a dark, spicy musk that was him mixed with cologne—and he looked good half-naked, plenty of muscle and a nice shape to his chest.
    She liked sex on her terms—where, when, and in what position—so she walked him against the wall, deciding here, now, and upright.
    His hands slid under her robe and his hot palms took charge of her backside. A burst of heat shot to her sex like a sudden flare streaking the sky.
    He had a very good touch—strong but gentle. Her knees gave way and he caught her off guard, swinging her into his arms. “Put me down.” She did not like being manhandled.
    “You spent a lot of points on that bed. How about we use it?”
    “There are condoms in my drawer, so okay.” She ignored the fact he’d taken charge. She could be flexible.
    He deposited her on top of her bedspread and she leaned on her elbows to watch him take down his jeans and boxers, revealing one gorgeous and ready cock. A wave of expected pleasure washed through her. She’d really like to feel that inside her, barrier-free. “I’m on the Pill. We get checked at the clinic.”
    “I’m good,” he said.
    “Great. Better without the latex.” She wrapped her fingers around him for a slow, teasing rub, enjoying the firm length, the velvet skin, the sweet lip of flesh at his cap.
    He groaned at her touch and closed his eyes, falling back on the bed beside her. She rose to her knees over him, her robe open, her bare bottom feeling the delicious friction of the hair on his thighs. She pinned his wrists to the bed, taking charge again.
    “Uncle,” he said, but his eyes did not give an inch.
    She let go and sat tall, ready to ease him inside, but he stopped her hips with his broad palms, fingers pressing her flesh.
    “I want to see you first.” His eyes crackled with lust. She shivered as he shoved her robe off her shoulders and tugged it away from her body so it floated to the bed, a puddle of red silk. He looked her over hungrily, as if he wanted to lick her to the nub and then some. Mmm. The power of his desire sent tingles and twitches all along her nerves.
    “You’re perfect, Rena,” he breathed, running his thumbs slow and easy over her nipples until they were hot knots. Arrow after arrow of need flew to her aching clit. She wanted to move, to slide, to rub out the flames right now, so she shifted her position and pushed down, forcing him high into her body, easing the burn a little, but not enough, not nearly enough. For that she had to move fast and hard…
    …
    “Where’s the fire?” Gage said to slow Rena down. He’d offered up the weakness of his lust in trade for her book secret, and he intended to get the most of it. He wanted to take his time with her nipples, taut beads against his palms, and the lush handfuls that were her breasts. He wanted to stroke her silky belly and squeeze her sweet ass in both hands.
    But Rena wasn’t having any slowdown. “The fire’s right