Wicked All Night by Shayla Black Read Free Book Online

that idea so much? They were strangers, and he’d probably be gone in a few hours. Tonight was just a fantasy.
    â€œGod, you taste so fucking sweet. I want to devour all of you, but I can’t stand to stop kissing you. Jesus . . .”
    A thrill of feminine pride filled her. She’d never really been truly wanted. Owen hadn’t been demonstrative. He hadn’t really even liked kissing. Too many germs. Sure she’d had a few dates in high school, but they’d been with boys. Decker was a
man.
    Rachel felt herself melting into him, wanting just a few moments of his strong, sure embrace. With every breathless kiss, their lips met more urgently. Dizzying arousal swam headily through her veins like a drug he used to keep her lips his captive. The liquid pleasure spread, and it overtook her veins. He was everything she’d ached for—and more.
    â€œI want this damn robe off,” he growled against her lips before he seized them again, plundering deep. He gave her only a moment’s respite to process his words before he eased back with another snarl. “Now, Rachel. I want to see your pretty nipples. I want them in my mouth. I want them hard on my tongue. They’re mine tonight, and you’re going to give them to me.”
    With his gruff demand, her stomach plunged to her toes. The stiff points tightened, and she could feel them chafing against the silk as if pointing their way to Decker. In that moment, she wanted to give in so, so badly. Could he feel how damp her panties were?
    Even if he could, she still had to be responsible for her own pleasure. Sure, she could let him do what he liked. She’d probably even love it. Likely, there would be multiple orgasms in her future. But wanting to explore sex wasn’t just about reaching nirvana. It also meant growing her confidence and figuring out who she was sexually. At twenty-nine, she didn’t know what made her blood sing or what made her feel most like a woman. She also didn’t know much about giving pleasure. Owen hadn’t been big into foreplay.
    â€œEventually, I will,” she promised, blinking up at him. “But I’m in control, remember? You promised.”
    His eyes narrowed, and his fingers tightened in her hair. The hunger in his eyes gnawed at her composure. Everything about that look made her want to rip off her robe and offer herself up to him.
    â€œAll right. What do you want, beautiful?”
    â€œYou naked. Let me look at you,” she whispered. Though she couldn’t wait to see him, Rachel wished her answer sounded more certain. Why couldn’t she be more vixen and less wallflower? And crap, when would she stop blushing?
    â€œAll right. I’m all yours.” Decker spread his arms wide like he couldn’t wait to flash her.
    This was going to be good.
    Rachel unbuttoned his black shirt and peeled away the material clinging to his broad shoulders with strained seams. She shoved it down his arms, revealing biceps that bulged and rippled as he helped her by shrugging out of the garment and tossing it to the floor. His dog tags rattled, then pinged against his hard chest, where he was muscled from the firm pectorals half covered by a patch of dark hair and some sort of military tattoo to the eight-pack of abs that disappeared into low-slung denim.
    Her jaw dropped. She almost swore that she could glimpse something shadowy and male just below that black and silver buckle helping his pants cling to his hips.
    Decker grinned as he stared back at her with sexual challenge. “You want me more naked than this?”
    â€œYes.”
Please.
    â€œYou got it.” He lifted her off his lap, copping a feel of her thigh and trying to brush her robe away.
    Rachel wagged a finger at him. “You’re awfully pushy.”
    â€œProbably why I’m in trouble a lot.” He grinned. “But let’s see if I can make you forget that.”
    Decker opened his