Watcher by Kate Watterson Read Free Book Online Page B

sense seemed to go south.
    Literally.
    Straight between her legs, to the point that just the sight of him made her wet. It was his fault, for he had looked his usual gorgeous self in a leather jacket, jeans, and a denim shirt open at the neck, his dark hair as always attractively a little tousled, his eyes exuding that mesmerizing male heat.
    Actually, she needed to face the fact the minute she invited him to dinner, she knew she was going to bed with him again. She wanted it. Hard and fast. Or slow and sweet. Or better yet, both.
    All night long, and if memory served, he was up for the job.
    Now, standing in her kitchen, she shamelessly exhibited her weakness by her almost frantic response to his embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed him back with as much fervor, if not more.
    Maybe young was good , she thought, drowning in need. Maybe young was better, for while she had loved Brian, she had never felt this consuming physical passion. Sex had been pleasurable, but not some deep primal hunger.
    Jake lifted his mouth from hers and said unevenly, “I want you naked and in a bed. Or here on the floor is fine with me, but not very romantic. Help me out.”
    “Upstairs.” Jana managed enough composure to pull it together for a moment.
    “Let’s go.” He took her hand.
    She led the way, and had only a moment’s pause when she saw in the darkened room the bed she’d shared with Brian. Just the one moment, and then she switched on the bedside lamp and turned around. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse.

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    Jake undressed at the same time, watching her as he divested himself of shirt, jeans, socks and shoes in record time. The soft lighting played over hard muscles and taut tanned skin, and certainly showed off the impressive bold length of his erection. His cock jutted up, sleek and stiff against his flat stomach, and with the same interest he showed as he avidly examined her bared breasts, she stared at it.
    “I was halfway there the minute you answered the door,” he explained with a rueful gesture at his blatant arousal. “I’ve already mentioned you have this effect on me.”
    “At this moment, I’m glad.” She was being honest, and totally so, hooking her panties and shimmying out of them so her breasts jiggled provocatively.
    “I want to touch you everywhere,” he said in that suggestive husky voice that instantly made her body begin to ready for sex.
    “God, I’ve been thinking about this all day. I got absolutely nothing done I was so distracted. I finally went and played basketball for a couple of hours, just to work off steam. And that is after being up half the night making love to you.”
    She’d been the same way, but admitting it made her sound like one of the adolescent freshmen that drooled after him constantly.
    The low throb between her legs intensified at the sight of him nude and ready, and though she had never thought of herself as being sexually aggressive, at that moment she knew exactly what he could do with his hard cock.
    Jana pulled back the comforter and sheets and slid into bed.
    Teasingly—and graphically—she spread her legs. She was so wet already she could feel the moisture on her inner thighs. “If you need to work off steam, may I make a suggestion how?”
    “Hell yes,” he growled and climbed on the bed to settle top of her. His mouth hovered over hers and the crest of his cock lightly nudged her pussy, rubbing her clit. “If it involves this...”

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    Kate Watterson
    No foreplay, she thought in a haze of need, reaching down and stroking the erection poised between her open thighs, feeling with wonder the size and hardness, the satin tightness of the drawn skin.
    Semen seeped from the engorged tip and she smeared the warm fluid with her fingers, guiding him to her vaginal entrance.
    She moaned openly as he entered her, the sound involuntary.
    Maybe size did matter, for as her pussy stretched deliciously to accommodate his penetration,