Under the Magnolia by Moira Rogers Read Free Book Online

She slid one hand up a little, tickling at his neck.
"I bet I could think of all sorts of ways to rattle your concentration."
    His grin was wicked. "You
rattle my concentration just by breathing ,
woman."
    "Oh yeah?" It wasn't
difficult to believe him, not when she was snuggled up against him
and could feel the hard proof of his arousal. "Well, if it's
going to be a real scientific experiment, I'll have to rattle you a lot. There might be
lingerie involved."
    "A real scientific experiment,
hmm? We won't be able to establish a control when you're around,
that's for sure." His low, dulcet tone gave the words a double
meaning, and she fought a shiver.
    "And here I thought control was
your thing." She traced her finger along the shell of his ear,
barely touching him.
    "Under the right circumstances,
but not always." He turned his head quickly and nipped at her
finger with a laugh. "Now, knock it off. I meant what I said
about flowers and music and all that stuff."
    "Mmm." Her finger skated
along his lip, light and teasing. "Maybe I'm experimenting
already. How's your telekinesis doing?"
    Wes arched an eyebrow at her, and
she felt a light, almost tickling touch along her lower back. "How
do you think?"
    Addie's mouth fell open. She could
still feel his hands on her hips, but the soft stroking caress that
was working its way up her back felt so real she had to resist the
urge to look over her shoulder to make sure no one else was there.
Somehow she hadn't quite considered the implications of going to bed
with a telekinetic as creative as Wes.
    Oh, this could be good. This
could be really, reall y
good.
    He grinned, and she had to wonder
for a moment if he could read her mind, as well. "Wondering what
else I can do?" he asked before bending his head and tracing his
tongue up her throat.
    "Maybe a little." She
barely noticed when he sat up, bringing her with him as if it was
effortless. They ended up in much the same position they'd been in
earlier, with Wes leaning back against the couch and her straddling
his lap. She felt that maddening caress continue up her back even as
his tongue found the base of her throat. Addie moaned and tilted her
head back. "Maybe a lot ."
    "If you're not going to let me
be a gentleman, you might as well find out," he murmured against
her skin. The soft strokes on her back lengthened until the imaginary
caress drifted from her shoulders down to her ass. "But I feel
like I should warn you...."
    "Warn me?" It was hard to
concentrate on anything when she felt his hands on her skin even
though she was still wearing that damn robe.
    "Mmm." He raised his mouth
to her ear. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
    Addie groaned and dropped her hands
to the belt of her robe. "How long?"
    "I didn't ask you out in high
school for the hell of it," he whispered, staring into her eyes
as he moved one of his hands from her hip to slide up her leg, under
the robe.
    "Oh." She tugged the knot
free and watched his face as she slowly parted the robe. "Now I
have to wonder if I'll live up to it."
    His gaze dropped to the smooth, pale
skin she revealed. "I don't think you have to worry about that,
Addie Jo." He pressed his mouth to her collarbone as his hand
reached the juncture of her thighs. "It's just that I want to do
all kinds of dirty things to you, given that I've had fifteen years
to think about it."
    She squeezed her eyes shut as his
fingers stroked against her, finding her clitoris and teasing at it
with a barely there touch. Heavy pleasure flooded her, made her feel
hot and desperate as she moaned and slid her fingers up into his
hair.
    Kissing him was suddenly the most
important thing in the world. She dragged his head back and sought
his lips blindly with her own, begging entrance to his mouth by
sliding her tongue over his lower lip.
    His lips parted under hers as he
twisted, turning them both so that she landed on the couch and he hit
his knees beside it. He pulled at the white terrycloth, shoving