Uncaged Love #4: MMA New Adult Contemporary Romance by JJ Knight Read Free Book Online

“Never seen you in pink.”
    My breathing has sped up.
    Colt lifts the red sweater and tugs it over my head. He climbs up onto the mattress, kicking off his boots as he moves over to me. “I have to check for any other injuries,” he says.
    “Not much light for that,” I say, but he puts a finger to my lips.
    He lifts my right arm and feathers kisses from the inside of my elbow to my wrist. “This one seems okay.” His fingers dance across my ribs. “Nothing out of place along here.”
    His hand slides under my back to release the hook of my bra. “This might need a closer inspection.”
    He lifts the bra away. “Just as I thought,” he says, and closes one hand around a breast. “I’ll have to administer some expert care.”
    Colt lowers his mouth to one nipple, and I arch up against him. His free hand slips down my body and eases the panties off my hips. The fabric whispers against my skin, and I’m so wet, so desperate. I ache for more.
    Colt slides his hand between my thighs and gently pushes them open. He cups me, warm and firm. I almost pulse against him, my heart is thudding so hard. My breath catches as he slowly, ever so softly, dips one finger into the cleft. When it touches the tender nub, I lurch up again, crushing my breast into his warm mouth.
    “Colt, God, I can’t stand it,” I say. I want him so desperately. I want to shut everything else out and fall into him.
    “Mmmmm,” he rumbles, moving from one nipple to the other. “Patience, sweet Jo.”
    When his finger slips inside me, I think I might go mad. I thrust against his hand. When I reach for him, to pull him over onto me despite his still being fully clothed, he imprisons both my wrists in a firm grip. “Mmm. In a hurry?”
    He withdraws his finger from me, and my ache for him hits a peak. I can’t even remember a time when I didn’t want this, when I avoided men entirely. I live for Colt’s touch, for the way he makes me feel. “Please,” I whisper.
    “I wonder,” he says in a low voice. “Can I make you come without touching you?”
    He lifts my hands above my head and presses them firmly against the cool fabric. Then he’s leaning over me, our bodies touching only where he holds my wrists. I’m on fire, a burning need searing through me. After several seconds without any connection, any movement, I finally whimper.
    “That’s my girl,” he says. He leans closer, still not touching, and blows a gentle puff of air against my nipple.
    I jolt upward, ignited by this gentle sensation that sets off a frenzied need. I whimper again.
    “More?” he asks. “Anything for my Jo.” He moves down and blows lightly across my stomach and just below my belly button, but no farther.
    My hips rise to meet him, but he leans away. I can’t take it. I need him. My body is so attuned to every little thing that even the breeze from the fan sends shivers across my skin.
    “Such a good girl,” he says, and shifts positions. His hand still holds tight to my wrists so I can’t move. But now his head angles down. “Open for me, Jo,” he says. “Open very, very wide.”
    I can’t do anything but what he says. Only he can end this desperation that’s taken over my body.
    I spread my knees as far apart as they can go, then exhale like I do in training and make them separate even more.
    He’s so close I can feel the heat of his face. His mouth is right over me, hovering, so near. I know what is coming, but I don’t know when. I want it, I’m in misery just waiting. I try to hold still.
    Then he blows, powerfully and long. The air caresses my folds, sending goose bumps across my skin. I’m so tense, so coiled, that when this finally comes, the release all falls together, and he’s done it, I’m lost in an orgasm that ripples out and through me. I drop my head back, letting it take over, too strung out to scream, too relieved to cry out. My body shudders, contracting in on itself, then relaxes down against the bed.
    “Beautiful