Wild Flame by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online

pulling her close, his hands roaming everywhere.
    His kisses took her breath away while enflaming her already burning desire. She tugged up his shirt to feel his skin.
    The kiss broke long enough for him to rip off his tee. Their gazes met as he cupped her face. She was drowning in his blue eyes, sinking into the passion that enfolded them.
    Then they were kissing again. Ivy wasn’t sure when her shirt was removed, and she didn’t care. She was living in the moment. Life was so fragile and could be taken at any moment. She wasn’t going to wait around. She was going to enjoy whatever time she had left.
    What better way than in the arms of a man who made her crave his touch?
    Christian lowered them until they were lying on the concrete floor. She belatedly realized that she was on his shirt.
    He rose over her and leaned back on his haunches. “You have to be the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”
    “Then you must not have met very many people,” she said.
    He removed her boots and then slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Ivy tugged them over her hips. Then she was in nothing but her bra and panties.
    “My turn,” she said as she sat up and reached for the waist of his jeans. She unbuttoned them, opening them wide.
    The trail of chest hair narrowed at his belly button and disappeared into his waistband. She ran her hands over his impressive chest and wide shoulders. His skin was warm, his muscles hard beneath her palms.  
    She had known he would have an amazing body, but she hadn’t been prepared for such sheer gorgeousness. His skin was bronzed from time in the sun, and there were marks from wounds that looked like slashes from talons. There were even some healed bite marks.
    “I live a hard life,” he said.
    She lifted her gaze to his face as she traced one of his scars. “These show how powerful and resilient you are.”
    In answer, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was both savage and tender.  
    Their arms went around each other as they gave in to the passion.

CHAPTER SEVEN

    Christian burned. With each kiss, he yearned for Ivy even more. Her skin was soft as down, her kisses as intoxicating as the finest bourbon.  
    He ran his hand down her side, feeling her warmth beneath his palm. She yanked down his jeans, and he quickly stepped out of them. Then he hooked his thumbs in her panties and lowered them.
    With a little flick, he tossed the lace away. Her leg lifted to wrap around his hips. Christian groaned and rocked his aching cock against her.
    A shiver raced along his skin as her nails lightly scoured down his back. He rolled them until he was on his back and she was straddling him.
    She ended the kiss and looked at him. Christian’s breath locked in his lungs as her brown curls framed her face in disarray. Her lips were swollen while her eyes burned with desire.
    She was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Ivy didn’t hide her passion, didn’t shield her sexuality as some women ashamed of their bodies did. No, his Ivy held his gaze as she sat up, her fingers caressing his chest.
    Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The garment sagged, and she gave a little shift of her shoulders until the straps fell away. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the garment aside.
    Christian’s mouth went dry as he stared at her breasts. They were full and rose-tipped. He cupped them, feeling their weight.  
    A smile pulled at his lips when her nipples hardened before his gaze. He lifted his eyes to find Ivy had closed hers, her lips parted and a look of bliss on her face.
    Christian lightly tweaked a nipple, causing Ivy to suck in a breath and her nails to dig into his chest. He let his gaze devour her, committing every inch of her to memory.
    He sat up and took a turgid peak in his mouth as he braced a hand on her back to hold her. Her breaths became ragged, her hips moving slowly back and forth.
    “Christian,” she murmured as her head dropped back.
    Moving from one breast to the