Read Online An Heiress For The Bear (Sarkozy Brothers 2) by Meredith Clarke - Free Book Online
Authors: Meredith Clarke
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, supernatural, romantic suspense, Erotic, Bachelor, Identity, bear shifter, Protection, Forever Love, Single Woman, Charade, Benefactor, Chosen Mate, Sarkozy Brothers, Trust Fund, Millions, Pro-Bono Law Firm
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to determined as she tried to step outside the shower. But Lukas was there, a giant wall of unmoving, very much aroused, man.
Kat let out a soft growl. "Lukas, can you get out of my way? I need to leave."
"Why?" Another step toward her and she moved further inside the gigantic shower.
Kat's gaze flitted around the tiled space, her eyebrows raised. "I just need to leave."
Then she frowned, staring up at the equally gigantic showerhead. The circular monstrosity was almost two feet in diameter, and he'd gotten it custom made to ensure the water fell on his entire frame, bear or human.
"Who the hell needs a showerhead that freaking big?" She sounded annoyed at the audacity of having such a large showerhead.
Lukas grinned. "I do."
Then he reached behind her and twisted the handle of the faucet, sending warm water falling onto her head.
She shrieked, then sputtered, holding the contract out of reach of the water even as it soaked her hair and her clothing.
Damned if he hadn't noticed she was wearing a skirt. Now, he stared at the sight of the wet fabric clinging to her thighs.
"Damn it, Lukas. What the hell are you doing? You're going to mess up the contract."
"You can always print another one." His voice was husky and filled with desire. He knew this was a bad idea, but for some reason, he just couldn't help himself.
He was staring at Kat. Her hair was sodden, plastered against her skull, her face drenched as she glared at him, then his chest, then below.
Her silk shirt was soaked through, the wet fabric hugging the silk of her bra, clearly revealing her breasts beneath.
No wet tee-shirt necessary.
Her silk clothing did the job so well, she might as well have been naked.
Lukas's gaze remained on her breasts as he took one more step toward her, his hands lifting to cup her breasts within his large palms.
They fit perfectly, and Lukas couldn't help the deep groan that escaped his lips.
His thumbs flicked across the tight peaks, and he got the response he'd been waiting for.
Kat made a sound that was halfway between a gasp and a moan, and pressed herself against his fingers.
19. KAT
K AT COULDN ' T BELIEVE SHE ' D JUST moaned out loud. Way to keep her cool in front of this man. What was it about Lukas that made her lose all resolve, all control?
His thumbs left her nipples, only to be replaced by his fingers, as he took the hardened buds between them and squeezed hard.
She let out a cry and didn't resist when he pressed her to the wall. The warm water fell from the big-ass showerhead onto his body and splashed onto her face and chest.
Her chest. How the hell had he gotten her into the shower and wet without her realizing his intentions? The moment he'd seen her, his honey eyes had gone dark and aware. His arousal was obvious, and now, the wet fabric clung to his form as he pressed up against her.
And she'd worn a skirt today. Just perfect.
Easy access always helped when a guy was busy trying to get into a girl's panties. In this case, common sense and logic was saying this was a bad idea; her heart, the heat in her veins, in her breasts, in her core, all said this was a brilliant idea.
Damn her body to hell and back.
Lukas put a hand on her knee, just below the hem of her skirt.
This was insane.
She stiffened, the muscles in her thighs tightening. She wanted to laugh. The mere touch of his hand on her leg made her wet, but what difference did it make now that the shower was soaking her through?
The wet skirt clung to her body, pressing the fabric against her mound and outlining it for him to see. And see he did. He seemed to be enjoying the view, and his hand rose higher up her thigh. High enough that his thumb now lay against the elastic of her thong.
His fingers were rough and hot against her flesh, and she wrapped her fingers around this wrist. She'd been about to pull his hand away, but she just craved more. And she left his hand where it was.
What the hell had gotten into her? She was just
Kat let out a soft growl. "Lukas, can you get out of my way? I need to leave."
"Why?" Another step toward her and she moved further inside the gigantic shower.
Kat's gaze flitted around the tiled space, her eyebrows raised. "I just need to leave."
Then she frowned, staring up at the equally gigantic showerhead. The circular monstrosity was almost two feet in diameter, and he'd gotten it custom made to ensure the water fell on his entire frame, bear or human.
"Who the hell needs a showerhead that freaking big?" She sounded annoyed at the audacity of having such a large showerhead.
Lukas grinned. "I do."
Then he reached behind her and twisted the handle of the faucet, sending warm water falling onto her head.
She shrieked, then sputtered, holding the contract out of reach of the water even as it soaked her hair and her clothing.
Damned if he hadn't noticed she was wearing a skirt. Now, he stared at the sight of the wet fabric clinging to her thighs.
"Damn it, Lukas. What the hell are you doing? You're going to mess up the contract."
"You can always print another one." His voice was husky and filled with desire. He knew this was a bad idea, but for some reason, he just couldn't help himself.
He was staring at Kat. Her hair was sodden, plastered against her skull, her face drenched as she glared at him, then his chest, then below.
Her silk shirt was soaked through, the wet fabric hugging the silk of her bra, clearly revealing her breasts beneath.
No wet tee-shirt necessary.
Her silk clothing did the job so well, she might as well have been naked.
Lukas's gaze remained on her breasts as he took one more step toward her, his hands lifting to cup her breasts within his large palms.
They fit perfectly, and Lukas couldn't help the deep groan that escaped his lips.
His thumbs flicked across the tight peaks, and he got the response he'd been waiting for.
Kat made a sound that was halfway between a gasp and a moan, and pressed herself against his fingers.
19. KAT
K AT COULDN ' T BELIEVE SHE ' D JUST moaned out loud. Way to keep her cool in front of this man. What was it about Lukas that made her lose all resolve, all control?
His thumbs left her nipples, only to be replaced by his fingers, as he took the hardened buds between them and squeezed hard.
She let out a cry and didn't resist when he pressed her to the wall. The warm water fell from the big-ass showerhead onto his body and splashed onto her face and chest.
Her chest. How the hell had he gotten her into the shower and wet without her realizing his intentions? The moment he'd seen her, his honey eyes had gone dark and aware. His arousal was obvious, and now, the wet fabric clung to his form as he pressed up against her.
And she'd worn a skirt today. Just perfect.
Easy access always helped when a guy was busy trying to get into a girl's panties. In this case, common sense and logic was saying this was a bad idea; her heart, the heat in her veins, in her breasts, in her core, all said this was a brilliant idea.
Damn her body to hell and back.
Lukas put a hand on her knee, just below the hem of her skirt.
This was insane.
She stiffened, the muscles in her thighs tightening. She wanted to laugh. The mere touch of his hand on her leg made her wet, but what difference did it make now that the shower was soaking her through?
The wet skirt clung to her body, pressing the fabric against her mound and outlining it for him to see. And see he did. He seemed to be enjoying the view, and his hand rose higher up her thigh. High enough that his thumb now lay against the elastic of her thong.
His fingers were rough and hot against her flesh, and she wrapped her fingers around this wrist. She'd been about to pull his hand away, but she just craved more. And she left his hand where it was.
What the hell had gotten into her? She was just
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