Wild about Weston (The English Brothers Book 5) by Katy Regnery Read Free Book Online

approaching her quickly, wordlessly, and dropping to his knees before her in one smooth move. She gasped, waiting to see what he’d do next, but he reached for her shoe, unbuckling the strap and slipping it off her foot. He did the same to the other, and then ran his palm up the smooth inside of her leg, stopping at her knee, before sliding it back down.
    “I think you’re beautiful.” His eyes were luminous as they looked up at her. “Tell me what you want.”
    “Take off your jacket,” she murmured, as her heart throbbed with excitement and nerves.
    Without looking away from her, he shrugged a little and it fell to the ground behind him. Smooth.
    “What else?” he asked, his voice raspy and low.
    Her breasts heaved against the black scoop neck of her dress, and she summoned all of her courage to ask for what she wanted. Taking a deep breath, she answered him on a breathy exhale.
    “Take off the rest.”
    He blinked at her. Once, twice. Then, with startling speed, he was on his feet, whipping off his tie, pulling at the snaps and buttons of his tuxedo shirt, and yanking his T-shirt off until he stood, bare chested and breathless, in front of her.
    Molly stood, staring into his eyes and daring to flatten her hands on the solid, sinewed expanse of his chest. Standing on tiptoes, she tilted her neck, her mouth meeting his with perfect precision. After a surprised moment, his lips kicked into action, kissing her wildly, with abandon, their teeth clashing together as his fingers found the zipper on the back of her dress. He pulled it down with a satisfying whoosh , his nimble fingers unhooking her bra, as well. Still kissing her, his tongue lapping at hers with urgency, he pushed her dress off her shoulders and it sluiced down her body to land in a heap around her feet.
    His arms clamped around her, crushing her bare breasts against the hard muscles of his chest, which twitched under the hard, sensitive skin of her erect nipples. Walking her backward, she felt the mattress against her thighs and fell back with Stefan’s body on top of hers. Dipping to accommodate their weight, Molly sighed at the feeling of his hard body pushing down on her softer one, and threaded her fingers through his hair, forcing his mouth to stay with hers. Their tongues tangled and licked, and when he sucked on hers, her already-wet sex flooded slick again. Instinctively, she arched up against his erection, and he slipped his hands under her shoulders to slide her completely onto the bed.
    “Damn, this is hot,” he murmured, as his lips skated from her lips to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth as his hand slid down to her breast, molding it with his palm as he rubbed the nipple with his thumb.
    Molly gasped and whimpered, pushing her breast into his hand and turning her neck so he had better access to her ear. Her hands wound into his hair, flexing and releasing, and she moaned as he bit her ear again, prompting a low, growly chuckle in the back of his throat. The vibration against her own throat sent goosebumps coursing down her arms, and she slid one leg up the back of his which, she realized with some surprise and annoyance, still had pants on.
    He leaned up on his elbows, kissing and licking his way down her neck until his mouth, hot and wet, hovered over the breast he’d plumped in his palm. Dropping his lips, he took the erect nipple into his mouth and sucked. Molly bucked off the bed, arching into his mouth as tendrils of pain and pleasure unfurled from her chest, teasing her skin and tripping her heart.
    Releasing his badly-messed hair, she slid her hands down his bare back, only stopping when she reached his waist. Slipping her fingers to the front of his pants, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled at his zipper.
    Stefan raised himself and slid back until his feet hit the floor. Molly raised herself on her elbows in time to watch him slip his pants off. He stood in plaid boxers tented in the front by a significant erection.