Read Online Brand Me (Imagine Ink Book 2) by Verlene Landon - Free Book Online

nuclear before she went to the kitchen area behind the couch to retrieve a pitcher of warm water and an empty bowl.
    Look at that, little miss put together is embarrassed and frazzled. He liked it, a lot. She seemed so authentic when she wasn’t trying to be proper and distant. Tori pulled the coffee table corner between his legs and she extend her hand in request of his as she sat down. His eyes dropped immediately to the beautiful patch of dark hair between her thighs, which was waxed to perfection. She brought his hand close to her face for inspection. His attention was glued between her thighs. He almost missed what she said.
    “It doesn’t look awful, I guess. I need to remove the glass. I can close it with the butterfly bandages in the kit, but you really need stitches. It’s deep and I can see a lot of tissue. Unless, of course, you don’t care about full range of motion in your fingers, in which case, well, you still need stitches.” She lowered his hand to her lap, within a hair’s breadth of her beautiful cunt and looked into his face.
    When he felt her staring, he begrudgingly looked up, too. “What do you do for a living? If dexterity is important to you, we should borrow an ATV or something and get you to town A.S.A.P.”
    The heat of her fucking perfect pussy was burning his hand; he snatched it away before he ripped the glass out with his teeth just to plunge a finger into her. God, what he wouldn’t give for that. “It’s fine, I’m fine. Thanks for the assist, but I’ve got it from here, you should get back and get some clothes on before your boyfriend comes looking for you. You’re out at the Simpkins’ place, yeah? I wouldn’t advise going back to the bathhouse or walking that far in just what you have on. If you check the dresser over there,” he indicated behind her with a nod of his head, “you’ll find a pair of sweats that will help and some snow boots by the door. Ten sizes too big, but they should do to prevent you from freezing to death.”
    The anger growing in her was visible, like reading the mercury rising in a fucking thermometer that was going up and up. He even found that irresistible. She needed to go, and now.
    “How do you know I have a boy…never mind,” she said as she snatched his hand back, grabbed the bowl, and put it between her thighs with his hand over it. Michael watched in fascination as she took the pitcher and rinsed away debris from the wound.
    After extracting the glass with tweezers and the precision of a surgeon, she continued cleaning it. Once all the glass was gone, she moved the bowl, dried his hand, and rested it on a towel, now on her lap, while she rooted through the first aid kit.
    Again, his hand was in a position that was killing him. He wanted to walk his fingers under the towel and explore her intimately. It felt like his hand had a mind of it’s own, like Thing . The knuckle on his pointer finger started rocking back and forth, caressing her thigh through the beige terry cloth barrier. If she noticed, she didn’t let on. She seemed so confident in her own skin, yet, not. It was as if she were a sex kitten without even trying when she forgot she was practically bare assed with a stranger, but he would watch the shadow overtake her when she was conscious of her state of undress.
    This boyfriend was not only an asshole, he was blind as a fucking bat or he liked to tear her down. At least, that’s how it seemed to him. She must’ve found what she was looking for, returning her attention to his hand, as she rubbed some ointment in.
    “John. John mentioned your boyfriend, but even if he hadn’t, it’s pretty obvious. Have you looked in a mirror? Women like you don’t stay single.”
    “Whatever,” she mumbled. “I understand the community has a snowmobile or something anyone can use at one of the cabins, I could drive you in? You really should get this looked at, I’m certain you need stitches.” Her eyes drifted up to his with