Wicked Intentions by Linda Verji Read Free Book Online Page B

“Yes.”
    That was not the look of a woman who wanted a man between her thighs. Loathe as he was to give Shakira any leeway to escape his net, he didn’t want to force her either. If she was coming into his bed, he wanted her willing and wet for him. “You don’t look like you’re okay. We don’t have to do this.”
    “I-”She cleared her throat. “I do. I’ve just never done this before.”
    Nathan’s eyebrows almost receded into his eye sockets. She had to be kidding him. That was the lamest excuse he’d ever had. Hadn’t she just killed her boyfriend? He tested her excuse on his tongue just to confirm that he had it right. “You’re a virgin?”
    The look she gave him would’ve shrunk the Hulk. “No. Of course not. I’ve just never had a one-night stand before.”
    That he could deal with. Not bothering to correct her perception that this was more than just a one-night stand, Nathan smiled. “You’ll like it.”
    He leaned across their seats, eliminating the distance between them and sealed her lips with his. She opened up to him like a rose on a spring morning, her lips teasing his with equal ferocity. Her dainty hand curved over his jaw stroking him as they kissed and heightening his desire.
    Even as he kissed her, Nathan was aware of every bit of her; her soft sighs whenever he played with her bottom lip, her sweet scent and the feel of her naked thigh under his palm. He squeezed her thigh before smoothing his hand higher up. She took a sharp breath at his movement and her lips stilled underneath his. He parted their lips, his eyes meeting hers in question as he eased his hand between her inner thighs, each upward movement pushing the skirt of her dress up.
    Her acquiescence was slow but finally it came. It was just a little part of her legs but it was enough for Nathan. He lowered his lips back to hers as his hand completed its journey; a slow slide over her smooth skin before ending at the clothed junction between her thighs.
    Nathan was already rock-hard but the first touch of her pussy was like taunting a starving man with cake. He could feel her heat even through the silky fabric that met his fingers. Shakira’s fingers tightened on the nape of his neck when he cupped her pussy and her legs parted even further in silent plea for him to do more.
    He did.
    He tucked his middle finger in the valley between her pussy lips and rubbed. The fabric was no match for him and soon her wetness seeped through telling him he was doing something right. Her caught breaths and mewls, as he played with the pearl at the top of her pussy, stroked his ego but he wanted Shakira screaming. He wanted her to beg him to replace his finger with his cock and moaning his name when he finally did.
    Soon.
    Very, very soon.
    She nipped at his bottom lip in reprimand when he moved his hand away from her hot as coal pussy and to the edges of her panties. The sound of tearing fabric filled the almost silent interior of the car.
     
    It was only once Nathan tore her panties off that Shakira realized that this was really happening. She, Shakira Dalton, was actually on the verge of having a one night stand. Some part of her brain kept whispering that this was not her. She’d spent her whole life being everything Eve was not. A night with a man she barely knew was just the kind of thing Eve would’ve – had - done.
    The louder voice insisted ‘why not’. She didn’t have anyone to be faithful to anymore, epic proportions were not big enough words to express the kind of attraction she felt for Nathan and she needed a good toss in the bedroom. Maybe Eve and London had it right. Care about your pleasure today and worry about the consequences tomorrow.
    She hardly had time to settle on her decision, before Nathan’s finger met her naked pussy. She jerked in her seat at the immediate sensation. Her senses seized, and her lungs locked and her pussy clenched. Nathan swallowed her strangled gasp as he spread her wetness around before