Undercover Attraction by April Rankin Read Free Book Online Page B

burning
him, enticing him, begging him to fill her. It was torture.
    The bedroom door was open, and he carried
her through, praying he wouldn’t lose control before he even got
her naked.
    He gently lowered her to the bed, following
her down for a kiss. Flames ignited between them as their tongues
danced together.
    Jenna could swear that she was melting in
his embrace, his body molded to hers, hard planes pressed against
softer ones.
    His kiss shattered the remainder of her
nervousness, giving her a new sense of awareness. And she wanted
more.
    Her hands slid against Jacob’s sides, then
down, to the edge of his tight shirt. She yanked it over his head,
reluctant to break their kiss, but dying to have his skin against
her own.
    She gasped when she saw his bare chest
again. Nothing but the most perfect abs could adorn such a man. He
looked so much stronger, bigger, and well, masculine in her bed
than he did on stage.
    And he burned. His eyes were so dark she
could feel them against her flesh as his gaze moved over her.
    Her hands began to move over him, caressing
his chest, brushing his flat nipples, and Jacob sucked in a lungful
of air. It did him no good; he could feel himself getting even
harder each time her soft fingers slid against the waistband of his
jeans. He knew he was close to his limit, that he would have to
recite the alphabet or nursery rhymes in his head to keep himself
from spilling like a schoolboy.
    He unsnapped the tiny hooks holding her top
in place, cursing when it took forever to part the material.
    Then he saw the bra again.
    His breath stopped. It barely covered her
full breasts. Made of sheer black lace, it conformed to her curves,
teasing him with the view of barely hidden nipples.
    He couldn’t resist burying his face between
those plump curves. He inhaled slowly, committing her unique smell
to memory. She reminded him of autumn. The clean fresh air
signaling a change in the atmosphere, of crisp leaves crunching
underneath his boots, and his favorite, the ever-changing colors of
the earth.
    Jenna could feel his breath panting against
the valley of her breasts, his short hair brushing the insides of
her breasts, hardening her nipples even more. She moaned when she
felt his tongue trace the tiny bow, teasing her, making her want
more of his mouth.
    Jacob followed the lacy edge of the cups,
tasting her, nibbling her full flesh gently, feeling her intake of
air with every labored breath she took. He lifted his head
slightly, his mouth hovering slightly above her taut nipples, his
eyes watching her as she struggled for breath.
    She was drowning. Waves of burning desire
washed over her, carrying her away on a tide of sensual longing so
great she wanted to tear him apart. She wanted him naked, filling
her, sating the hunger within her, extinguishing the fires that
burned her so brightly.
    “Hurry,” she moaned when he just kept
looking at her, and he smiled.
    “Oh no. I plan to take my time with you,
sweetheart. There’s no rushing this.” His breath teased her nipple,
and he slowly lowered his mouth to the rigid peak.
    His tongue slowly swirled around the aching
point, then his teeth scraped against it through the lace. He heard
her sigh of pleasure as he closed his mouth over her breast, his
other hand coming up to tweak the other nipple.
    He could taste her through the lace, her
skin softer than the silky fabric. He moved to give the other
breast the same attention, gently biting the rigid crest, feeling
her arc off the bed each time he did it.
    She lifted herself up, reaching behind her
to unclasp the hooks holding the bra on, dropping back to the bed
once it released. Her breasts sprang free, and Jacob wasted no time
tasting her flesh.
    He pulled the scrap of fabric from her, his
breath catching at the sight of her offering. He descended upon
her, his mouth covering a peak, making her squirm with each scrape
of his teeth, each lap of his rough tongue.
    Jenna still wanted more. She couldn’t