Undeniable by Alison Kent Read Free Book Online Page B

boots and socks first, then the shirt. His buckle came next, and once he’d unhooked it from his belt, he let both ends dangle around his hands as he unbuttoned his fly. She didn’t even pretend to try and hold his gaze. Hers was caught by the movement of his dexterous fingers, by the prize behind the denim as he shucked off his jeans and walked toward her in nothing but tight white briefs.
    He stopped, moved his hands to his hips. “Is this tub big enough for two people?”
    She pulled her knees to her chest to make room. “It’s big enough for three.”
    That had him frowning. “Have you had three in here?”
    “Not yet,” she said, and laughing, wrapped her arms around her legs. He was so cute, so completely discombobulated. And who knew so easy to tease?
    He looked down at the water, looked back at her, still frowning. “Are you planning to?”
    “We’ll see.” She reached out then, hooked a finger in the leg of his briefs and tugged. “Lose ’em, cowboy.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he said and rolled them off.
    He stepped into the tub then, and being eye level with all that male flesh had her a little giddy and breathless. And as tired as she’d been a half hour ago, now she was wide, wide awake. Awake and wishing they had more hours ahead than her insanely busy schedule for tomorrow allowed. At some point, she really did need to sleep.
    Speaking of which… “It’s the middle of the night, you know.”
    He leaned back beneath the high faucet, resting his head and arms on the tub’s curved lip, stretching out his legs so that his feet brushed her hips. “Nope. It’s the first thing in the morning.”
    “You look like you haven’t slept.” His body was a work ofart, his limbs long, leanly muscled, dusted with the same golden brown hair that grew in a wedge on his chest. His stomach was flat, his abs defined, as were his pectoral muscles.
    His hands, however, were worn—bruised, scratched, a nail or two torn. And his face, his beautiful cheekbones and long lashes and lips that kissed like he could give her the world, was an exhausted mess of dark circles and lines etched deeply at his mouth and eyes.
    “I slept,” he finally said. “In bed at ten. Up at three. Trip to town in a record-breaking twenty minutes.”
    She wondered how many of the county’s sheriffs would ticket the Campbell black sheep for speeding, how many had grown up with him and would look the other way. “That’s not much sleep for the days you’re keeping.”
    “Can’t be helped. I promised the guys no more hanky-panky on company time.”
    That brought a grin. “Is that what I am? Hanky-panky?”
    He opened one eye, but that was all. Not another part of his body moved. The water’s surface remained still. “Not from way over there, you’re not.”
    And that was her cue. She got to her hands and knees, straddling his legs and crawling onto his lap. Then she realized this water level would never work.
    She nudged his hip. “Lift up. You’re sitting on the plug.”
    “You have sex toys in the tub?”
    “Just you, cowboy.” She nudged him again. “The plug for the drain? The tub’s about to overflow. And we’re not even moving.”
    “Got it,” he said, and obeyed.
    She slid her hand between his thighs, her knuckles brushing against his sac where it hung heavy and warm, then against his ass where she stayed and played while the water surplus swirled around her fingers as it flowed.
    Dax gave her a grunt and wiggled. “Careful with the goods there, woman.”
    “I’m always careful,” she said, replacing the plug and lingering, pushing the tip of her finger against his tight hole, laughing and retreating when he twisted away. “And you’re way too tense.”
    “No wonder, you knocking at locked doors down there.”
    Yesterday, in her kitchen, he’d briefly let her in to play, and she’d remind him of that soon enough, but first… “Do we need to revisit the condom issue?”
    This time, both eyes opened and his