WARRIOR (CROSSFIRE SEALS, #5) by Gennita Low Read Free Book Online Page A

you first,” he murmured, slowly turning her around.
    He pulled the thong aside with one finger. Beautiful. The kind of rosy pink he liked. Her wetness beckoned, whetting his appetite, and he slid another finger down slowly, exploring her slickness. She made a strangled sound and fell back on the bed. Yeah, like that. Just the way he wanted, with all the juicy parts within easy reach. He put both hands on her thighs and spread her legs a little more, then leaned in, placing his mouth on the exposed pink flesh.
    He heard some muffled sounds from her as her lower body jerked up. His firm hold on her thighs kept her from escaping his lips. So lusciously wet. So deliciously sweet. Her soft moans and thrusts to his face sent electric jolts right down to his waiting rock-hard cock, impatiently waiting his turn. A woman was meant to moan like that for a man.
    He tongued her slit and pushed upward, looking for that nub. Yeah, there it was, the little pearl waiting for his attention. He kissed it and rolled his tongue around, adjusting the pressure on her clit as he checked her reaction.
    “Lucas!” She squirmed at one point.
    Jackpot. He wanted her squirming and moaning his name.
    “What?” He whispered, in between licks.
    “Lu...cas! I’m...going to come.”
    He laughed quietly. “Ladies first, baby.”
    He went in for the kill, sliding one finger inside her as he continued stroking her with his tongue, this time not bothering to answer her when she choked out his name again.
    Her rapid breathing became little throaty cries. He gently sucked the hood hiding that little pearl between her legs. Her hands gripped his hair as she came hard. Then she went limp. Her damp release excited him unbearably and he gave her one last flick with his tongue before getting off his knees slowly and went to get his pants.
    She lay there panting, looking at him as he sheathed on a condom over his very hard, about to burst, erection. He strode back to her.
    “My turn, babe,” he said.
    * * *
    K it languorously stretched, and using her legs, slid higher on the bed, opening her arms to invite the tall, impressive-looking man to come to her. Oh God, but he was a big, muscular hunk. Everything in her world had turned into small, unimportant stuff since they’d met.
    All the advice her brothers had given her.
    All her careful planning about taking her time with relationships after the last fiasco.
    All the usual “don’t give the guy what he wants or he won’t come back” girlie chitchat.
    Whoosh. Out the window. She wanted Lucas Branson in a way she’d never felt before. It started as a hot flush of awareness, that initial attraction which then bloomed into a cloud of heat and desire that seemed to weigh down on all the calm, oh-so-sensible advice in her brain. All he had to do was put his arms around her, enveloping her with his irresistible male scent, and that cloud had exploded and she’d let all her wants and needs rain down on her.
    Free. Uncaring. Total abandonment.
    She wanted this man and she would have him.
    His erection stood proud and straight as he put on protection. Something squeezed tightly in her loins. She wanted a taste of that later, but right now....
    She unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts from the cups. His dark eyes looked on, mesmerized by her movements. Then she wiggled her index finger, beckoning him.
    He climbed over her, his nakedness emanating heat, his cock looking even bigger this close. He groaned when she reached down and circled her hands around his erection.
    “Don’t squeeze too hard, Cupcake,” he said, as he leaned forward, caging each side of her with his big, muscular arms. “You don’t want me to come before I’m inside you.”
    She lifted her legs, angling her body beneath him. “Hurry, hurry, hurry,” she breathed.
    His thrust was slow and steady. She wriggled, gasping as the pressure of his entry expanded her vagina. He slid out and thrust again, this time going in deeper. He repeated.