Unleash Me, Vol. 1 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) by Christina Ross Read Free Book Online Page A

mystery to
me.
    I looked at the tall, curved beer
glass he held in his hand, and took my martini from his other hand.   “ That glass of yours is about as long and as thick as you
are, ” I
said.  
    “ Lisa … . ”
    “ You
don ’ t
know how badly I ’ ve
wanted you today. ”
    “ Don ’ t get me started.   It ’ s taking everything I have within me not to take you right
now.   Especially looking like that. ”
    I could see the desire in his eyes,
and I knew it reflected my own.   “ What if I want you to
take me like this? ”
    “ I ’ ll be attentive later, ” he
said in his impossibly deep voice.   “ Probably more
attentive than you can handle.   But
I want to hear about your day first. ”
    I took a breath and acquiesced.   I needed to slow down and respect what
he wanted to hear.   I actually had a
boyfriend who was interested in hearing about my day — how
rare was that in my life?   Damned
rare.   So, I reined myself in,
checked myself despite the fevered beating of my heart, and pulled myself
together.   “ All right, ” I
said.   “ But save your energy,
stud, because in a few minutes?   I
want you to make love to me like you never have.   After today, I need to sweat.   I want you to take me in ways that you
haven ’ t
yet dared.   OK?   I promise I won ’ t break. ”
    “ I
want to take you now. ”
    “ Sit
on the sofa with me.   I want to
snuggle against you.   And if I
happen to rest my hand over your crotch, just ignore it.   I ’ ll just be trying to keep my hands warm. ”
    We sat on the sofa, I curled into his
arms, and then I began telling him about my day.   I put my head on his shoulder and told
him about my altercation with Marco Boss.   I told him about signing the contract, how tense the rest of the day had
been because of Boss ’ abusive
behavior, and then how wonderful the photo shoot had gone later that day.   He asked me a few questions, and spouted
off about Boss.   We talked about his
upcoming trip to Singapore with Alex, and then we talked about his day.   When our conversation started to ebb, my
hand moved between his thighs and I started to stroke him.   I was through with this day.   More than anything, I wanted to be with
him now.
    “ Finish
your martini, ” he
said.
    I furrowed my brow at him in mock
surprise.   “ Finish it?   But I ’ ve barely started it … . ”
    “ This
ends here.   I want you now. ”
    “ But
we ’ ve
only been talking for thirty minutes or so. ”
    “ We
can discuss the rest of your day in the morning.   And mine.   Singapore will be here sooner than
either of us wants.   I ’ m not waiting any
longer. ”  
    He put his empty glass of Guinness
down on the coffee table in front of us and held out his hand for my drink,
which I finished quickly before he took it from me and placed it next to his
glass.  
    We stood, he reached behind me and
unleashed my hair from its tight confines, and I shook it out until it fell
over my shoulders in soft waves.   His hands roamed over my body and sent jolts of anticipation through
me.   I leaned up to kiss him, but he
turned away, denying me of that.   Instead, he grinned and leaned down to kiss my neck, the tips of my
breasts, and then my sex.
    I felt myself grow wet from his
touch.   When he stood, I pressed
myself hard against him and felt the full length of him against my thigh.   When I whispered in his ear that I loved
him, it inflamed him.  
    He told me that he loved me, and how
grateful he was to be with me, and then suddenly, he was unbuttoning my tuxedo
jacket, underneath which I was naked.  
    When he unfastened the last button
and opened my jacket, his shock was evident as he looked at me with a lust I ’ d never seen in him
before.   Roughly — more
roughly than usual — he
wrapped an arm around my waist, lowered his head to my nipples, sucked on them,
darted his tongue over them, and nearly brought me to orgasm right there.   I felt as if