Under the Covers by Rebecca Zanetti Read Free Book Online

She clapped her hands against the table, her body straining for release.
    Somehow, he increased the strength of his thrusts, propelling her up on her toes. Each relentless drive sent her higher. Her thighs trembled and started to shake. Her sex contracted until pain and pleasure melded together.
    A ball of fire exploded inside her, spiraling out through nerves, muscles, and skin. She arched her back and cried out, her eyes closing. Waves of sparking pleasure whipped through her in shattering spasms.
    The orgasm lasted forever. Finally, the waves ebbed. Coming down, her body relaxing, she rested her cheek on the cool table.
    His fingers left bruises as he ground against her while he came.
    She felt the second reality returned to him. His hold relaxed, and whiskers rubbed her neck.
    “Juliet?” he asked.
    “Hmmm.” Opening her eyes and speaking real words would be too much effort. She’d quite possibly never felt this good. Ever.
    He withdrew from her body and gently lifted her off the table to face him. “Sweetheart? You okay?”
    Her eyelids slowly opened. Concern bracketed Quinn’s handsome face and glowed bright in his gaze. She managed a tired grin. “I’m excellent.”
    He shook his head. “I was too rough. Damn it.”
    Reaching up, she ran her palm along his jawline. “You were perfect, Quinn Lodge.”
    His shoulders relaxed. “That was only round one, sweetheart. Now we get serious—in the bedroom. Where I can treat you right.” An expression filtered into his eyes she couldn’t identify. Warm and soft, it increased her heartbeat and set alarm bells ringing in her head.
    She swallowed, wanting to protest.
    He leaned down, the room tilted, and she found herself cradled in his arms. He turned to head out of the dining room. She snuggled close, enjoying the sensation of muscles shifting in his chest as he moved. Wasn’t there something—
    Reality hit them both at the same time. Quinn stopped suddenly with a sharp intake of breath.
    The jeans were still around his boots.
    His eyes widened, he tried to hop, but whatever had tripped him wasn’t letting go. The room swirled around.
    Juliet yelped and dug her nails into his chest.
    He spun midair, changed their positions, and dropped backward onto a coffee table. She landed hard on his chest. For a heartbeat, the room silenced. Then the table gave way. Wood splintered with a resounding crack, and they crashed to the floor. She smacked her head on his chin. He groaned.
    Frowning, she rubbed her head while settling on top of him, straddling him. “Are you all right?”
    He exhaled, and a table leg rolled out from under his rib cage. “Yes.” Both hands ran down her arms. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you? Damn, I’m sorry, Juliet.”
    Warmth flushed through her. “You sacrificed your body for me.”
    He grimaced. “I like your body better than mine.” His hands wandered from her arms to play with her breasts. “Are these okay?”
    Heat climbed into her face. Electricity zapped from his fingers to her rapidly awakening clit. “Ah, fine.”
    “Good.” His voice roughened. “Though I should check you head to toe in order to make sure. Once we’re in the bedroom.”
    The world disappeared. “Now that sounds like a smart plan.” Her worries, her fears…everything except the sexy sheriff ceased to matter. For this one stolen moment in time, life was good. No matter what happened the next day, she was taking this night. Pushing against his impressive chest, she scrambled over his already erect cock and down his legs. “Let’s get your boots off first.”
    “Good idea.” He sat up, and pieces of the table rattled.
    She huffed out a laugh and yanked off his boots along with his jeans. “There, now. No more tripping.”
    He shoved himself up and kicked the jeans out of the way. They spiraled through the room and hit a Western oil painting on the far wall. The painting dropped to the floor.
    Juliet covered her mouth with her hand. “There’ll be