Read Online Loving Ms. Wrong by Red Hot Publishing - Free Book Online Page A

on his lap of their own volition.
    The pressure from his hard length strokes
and rubs at my very center, despite the layers of pants and
underwear between us.
    He inches up the hem of my baggie top and
the warm air caresses my skin, reminding me of how hot it’s become
in the small room. Without pausing to analyze my actions, I reach
down and draw the shirt over my head, effectively breaking our
kiss.
    I toss the thin material aside and look into
Marcus’s face. An expression of awe and wonder awaits. His hands
reverently skim my waist, circling the front and back at once.
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispers. “I don’t
think I’ve ever seen an eight pack of abs on a woman before.” His
hands move upward, drawing a path of heat in his wake. “So smooth
and tight.” He leans closer and plants a kiss on my collar bone.
“Delicate and yet incredibly strong. You’re amazing.”
    His words open something inside me. I know
I’m in good shape. I’ve been approached at the yoga studio to be a
fitness model, but never took the offer seriously. It also prompted
me to start wearing baggie shirts and forego the tanks and midriff
shirts I used to wear. I was there to workout, not draw attention
to myself.
    But when he notices me I feel cherished.
Like he’s unwrapped a special gift and I’m it. “Thank you.” My
shyness comes through once again in my lowered voice.
    His head pops up and he stares into my eyes.
“Don’t go hiding back into that shell of yours. I see you. The real
you. The one who became strong enough to find peace from her inner
demons. The woman who released her anger with hard work and
determination.”
    Marcus’s hands drift to my back, where he
traces lightly down my spine and then outward over my tight skin.
“You… you…”
    “Yes?” I ask, a lump in my throat.
    “You humble me.” He kisses me again, softly
this time, with not as much passion as before. “I’ve allowed myself
to be the shallow jerk who fires out smart retorts, so I didn’t
have to face how empty my dating life had become. But you… you
dealt with your past and what happened to your sister, no matter
how hard it was for you to overcome… no matter what you lost of
yourself in the process.”
    “Lost of myself?”
    He nods. “I think all the anger stifled the
real you. And the meditation helped to release it all, but it
didn’t uncover what you had buried for so long—your passion.”
    “You’re pretty deep for a shallow guy who
jokes too often.”
    “Shh… don’t tell anyone. Let it be our
little secret.”
    “I’ll keep yours if you keep mine.”
    “What secrets of yours would I have to
keep?”
    This time I initiate the kissing, running my
hands through his soft hair and sliding my lips over his like we
have all the time in the world. “That I’m starting to like you a
lot.” My hips circle over his, the delicious pressure teasing me
higher.
    “That’s no secret, sweetheart.”
    I chuckle under my breath, moving my kisses
to his neck. “Cocky jerk.”
    “Hey, you’re the one grinding on me. It was
pretty easy to figure out you like me. Unless, of course, you grind
on men’s laps all the time. Maybe in a second or third job as a
stripper?”
    “Good God. Stop talking. Unless you’re going
to talk dirty to me.”
    Quick as a wink, he picks me up and reverses
our positions, laying me underneath him on the futon. His broad
chest looms over mine as his thighs brush against my own. My heart
races as he settles in between my legs, already my panties are damp
with desire. He grunts in frustration, his knees bumping me when he
can’t stretch out. “I’m too tall for this thing. Doesn’t it open up
to a bed?”
    I nod, not trusting myself to speak after
that switcheroo he just pulled. I liked him pinning me beneath him.
It felt very, very good. Sexy… and strong… and holy hotness. It
made me want him to take me immediately, with no more foreplay.
God, when did I become so horny?
    What did you