Read Online All Through the Night by Shannon McKenna, Lori Foster, Suzanne Forster, Thea Devine - Free Book Online

voice makes me shudder.”
He took in her flushed features, obviously pleased. God, how he made her heart beat and the blood hum through her veins. It felt like her body was making music, trying to sing.
A circle of candles flickered from the mirrored dresser, setting fire to the glass.
“Can you tell me how it works?” he asked.
“Your voice touches nerves. I can’t explain it, but if I could touch you in the same way, you’d shudder too.”
He was wearing a black sweater shirt that buttoned up the front. She slipped a hand through an opening in the comforter and touched the material. What was she doing? The room was so quiet you could hear her fingernails click against the bone buttons as she began to undo them. Her heart was beating unnaturally hard, but it seemed the right thing to do, the only thing. Moments later, the silky material fell away from his torso, letting the firelight reveal him. His abdomen was hard and smooth. Above it, sienna-colored nipples peeked through glossy dark hair.
He caught a breath as she touched his midriff.
Rippling muscles tightened torturously.
“There,” she said. “See? See how easy it is? You’re a free man.”
He laughed and threw back his head. “God,” he whispered.
“It worked, right?”
“Oh, no, Kerry,” he said, nearly as breathless as she was, “no, I’m still cursed. I’m more cursed than ever.”
Kerry was crushed. “That wasn’t a shudder? It was a quiver maybe?”
“I don’t know what it was, but it was unbelievable.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
He pressed a hand to the fluttering muscles. “It’s an amazing feeling, but I don’t think it’s the one I’m missing.”
“Really, are you sure? I guess we should try something else then. How do you like to be touched? Lightly? Firmly?”
His lips melted into a smile. “Are you my guide now?”
It was impossible not to smile back. “I could be. Would you like to go on a tour of Jean?”
“Lead on,” he said.
“This is just a dream, isn’t it?”
“It feels pretty real to me.”
Well, of course, she thought, what else would she expect a dream character to say? He wasn’t the one under stress and popping amino acids. This was her learning experience. Who cared what he thought?
She solved the problem of her comforter by tucking it in like a bath towel and wearing it like a cape. After that she eased open his shirt to allow more access. The silky material slid off one shoulder and dropped down his arm. It was an incredibly sexy accident. She didn’t want to think about how sexy.
A river of muscle, sinew and bone, that’s what she was dealing with. His belly button was the only reasonably soft thing she could see. She could start there, but like the apex of a wheel, it would only lead to things that were hard, no matter which way she went. She drew a little circle, keenly aware of the taut heat beneath her fingers, of the sensitive puckers and tucks, and the bull’s-eye at its center.
“How’s this?” she asked.
He shook his head as if to say “Nice, yes, but still not the right one.”
But she had seen the way his muscles sucked in and his shoulders lifted.
She tried those same shoulders and his neck next. There were some irresistibly tawny cords and tendons that actually quivered when she touched them. Now that could make a woman want to die, it was so thrilling. What must be going on inside him, she wondered. The same exquisite sensations that were stirring in her? He had such a marvelously responsive body.
“I don’t think so,” he said.
An idea came to her, but was it too reckless?
“This is only in the interests of helping your cause,” she told him. “It’s nothing personal.”
She tilted up and pressed a breathless kiss to his mouth.
Air jetted from his nostrils, but his expression barely registered the impact.
“Anything?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“No? Really? Are you sure?”
She brushed her mouth over his again, only this time she let her fingers glide down his body,