Undeniable by Alison Kent Read Free Book Online Page A

between her pussy’s slick, soapy lips.
    Dax Campbell was one of a kind, always had been, always would be, but for some reason she’d expected more. Stupid, really,when a kitchen quickie was all lust had allowed them. More required, well… more. Time was the obvious. Touching, teasing. Gazes that lingered. Anticipation, arousal. Steam.
    She groaned, a soft throaty sound, and slid her middle finger deep into her sex, wishing for Dax, his mouth, his hands. His impressively able cock. She pictured him with his shirt open, his fly open, his shaft thick behind the cotton of his briefs. He was beautiful. Bold and aggressive, and she increased the rhythm of her stroke and remembered his fit.
    She’d had lovers. Some exquisitely experienced teachers. Others new to the game and appreciative of her tongue. She loved the physical intimacies shared between a woman and a man, but she did not mix pleasure with the business that provided her living. When struck with an itch she needed help scratching, it was easier to find a cowboy in a San Antonio honky-tonk than risk word of her sex life getting back to the likes of Bubba Taylor.
    Because that’s all she wanted from a man. A sex life. She had girlfriends. She had guy friends. She had her saloon and her house, and she had Crush—though the twenty-pound tabby would likely argue that if anything, he had her. What she did not have, did not want, and certainly did not need was a debilitating emotion prettied up with poems and promises and pink paper hearts.
    She would never do that to herself. Never let herself be bound so inextricably to one man that losing him would be the end of her. And it would happen. She’d seen it happen. Her father had mourned her mother to the point of forgetting who he was. Half the time Arwen wasn’t sure he hadn’t forgotten about her. Or at least that she was his daughter, and not just a piece of the woman he’d lost.
    This, right here, right now is enough,
she told herself, her legs open, her nipples tight around the rings piercing them, her body hurting, soaring, looking for the relief that was just out of reach.For the pleasure that reminded her she was very much alive—and very much worth remembering.
    “I’ll have what you’re having.”
    Dax. As if she’d conjured him. As if he’d known. Instead of scaring her half to death, his voice sent ripples through the water to tickle her skin. Her pulse raced, beating at her wrists, in the hollow of her throat, deep inside her sex. She brought up her arms to rest on the tub’s edge and took a calming breath. Her eyes drifted open.
    Slowly, she turned her head, found him lounging against her door, one shoulder against the jamb, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. His shirt hung open as if he couldn’t be bothered with the snaps when he knew it would be coming off, and that strip of shadowed skin left her unaccountably flustered.
    She wanted to ask how long he’d been there, how much he’d seen, but it didn’t matter. This was what she wanted. Her naked. Dax soon to be. God, he was gorgeous, and she was undone with wanting him, and already his cock bulged behind his fly.
    “I’m having a warm and very relaxing bath,” she said after finding the words. She stirred the water with her fingertips, creating eddies and tiny lapping waves. She clenched her sex, imagining his tongue. “You’re welcome to join me.”
    “Thought you’d never ask,” he said, his voice deep, husky, aching with more than the weary fatigue etched at the corners of his eyes.
    And that was the moment she knew she was in trouble. If she didn’t set boundaries before they took things further, she’d be unable later to recall the reasons for needing them. She could want to touch him. She could lust to have him touch her, pierce her, slide into her and make her come. But she could not need him. She could never need him. He was only here for her to enjoy and get out of her system for good.
    She watched him strip, losing the