Read Online Still Hot For You by Diane Escalera - Free Book Online

She didn't sound very convincing.
    “You don't?” He spurred her on.
    “Don't what?”
    So shameless and he loved it. “You don't want to come?”
    “I didn't say that.” Her seductive smile knocked the wind right out of his lungs.
    His eyes followed her tongue as it slicked over her plump lip. He splayed both hands against the ledge of the spa, trapping her between them. “So you do want to come?”
    “Never said I didn't.”
    The red in her cheeks grew hotter. He knew all too well what that meant. His baby was provoked. Aroused. “No?”
    “I said I didn't look like I want to come.”
    “Oh, but you do.”
    She slapped his ribs. “You got some imagination.”
    “Yep,” he said, rubbing the spot. “Want to know what I'm imagining?”
    “What are you imagining?”
    “You.” Molten eyes ran down her length. “Touching yourself.”
    “Hmm.”
    “Mmm,” he countered.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. “Is that what Dylan wants?”
    He hooked her long, silky limbs. “That's what I want.”
    She spread herself wider, giving him exactly what he needed: an up-close and personal view. “I'll give you what you want if you give me what I want.”
    Dylan stared at her glistening center. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Focusing on the scenery, he etched every fine detail into his over-worked brain. “What do you want?”
    She ran that tongue across her lips again, this time deliberately slow, intentionally erotic. “I want an answer to my question,” she said in breathy whisper.
    “Touch it.” He looked dead into her eyes. “Then I'll give you an answer.”
    With her legs clasped in his arms, she stared back with equal intensity. “If that didn't sound so hot, I'd swear it was blackmail.”
    His fingers trailed between her thighs. “Like this,” he said, demonstrating what he meant.
    Her body jerked forward. She instantly lubricated for him, but then, she always did. Her eyelids closed and her head fell back, exposing her graceful neck, the throbbing pulse beating wildly against her olive skin. “Why should I?” Her words were barely audible.
    He buried a finger deep inside her delicious moist heat. “Because it drives me fucking crazy.”
    Her eyes opened. They shimmered like rare black diamonds. “Why?”
    It took everything to quiet his roaring hunger, quell his burning need to plunge into her right here, right now. “Because you look so hot when you do it.”
    Shay pulled her legs from his grip, propped her butt against the tiled ledge of the spa, and leaned all the way back. “Is this what you want?” She ran a slender finger over herself.
    God, he loved a compliant woman. “Yeah,” he said, before his eager mouth latched onto a tight, provoking nipple.
    She pushed his head away. “This is my show.”
    He was so ready to claim her again. Sex-starved for months, he had a lot of catching up to do. He wanted his fill, but the sight of her touching herself ... That would definitely keep him going a little while longer. “Don't stop,” he commanded in a tone as raw as he felt.
    She continued her slow exploration, eliciting moans from the two of them.
    “Tell me what you're feeling,” he said, damn sure he already knew because he felt it too.
    Her breaths grew ragged. “My blood is mad hot.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. “This right here drives me insane.”
    Dylan's gaze didn't flinch. Face held tight, nostrils flared, and his erection felt downright painful. What had he done to deserve Shay? She was the ultimate woman, and not just in the sex department. She moaned suggestively, put on a performance that would take another lifetime to forget.
    “I'm almost there,” she groaned into the night.
    He couldn't stop his mouth from latching onto her nipple again. He took her breasts with both hands, tongued the puckered peaks with ravenous strokes.
    “Did I say you could do that?” Shay moaned louder.
    “I don't need permission.” He licked