Read Online This Man by Jodi Ellen Malpas - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Jodi Ellen Malpas
Ads: Link
griped and I’m lifted out of the pooling dress before being turned to face him. In these heels, my eyes are level with his chin and with a little flick upwards, I’m focused on his full, beautiful lips and wishing he would lay them on mine. I’m swiftly losing my self-control and my conscience has long left the building. I’m wanton, and with this man, easy.
He lifts a hand to my breast and circles my nipple through my bra with his thumb, his gaze focused on his movements. My nipples tingle at the contact, lengthening behind the material of my bra. A small smile plays at the corners of his lips. He knows the affect he’s having on me. He introduces his index finger and tweaks the stiff nub, causing my breasts to throb, becoming heavy, aching mounds. I’m completely rapt by this man studying me so closely, working me up into a shaking, desperate mess. I still can’t believe I’m doing this, but damn, can I stop it?
I watch as he brings his other hand up to palm my other breast. I can no longer keep my hands off of him. My arms lift and my palms settle on his chest. The warmness and firmness hitches my breath. I start to trail my finger down the void between his pecs, smiling to myself when I feel him flinch under my touch and groan low in his throat. Before I can make the most of the access to his body, he turns me back around, and I want to cry inside.
‘I want to see you.’ I breathe.
‘Shhhh.’ He hushes me, unclasping my bra and running his hands under the straps.
He lowers them down my arms, letting it drop to the floor, before his hands find my breasts and knead deliberately. He continues to breathe hot, heavy breaths in my ear.
‘You.and.me.’ he growls and spins me around, crashing his lips against mine, robbing me of breath.
I’m back to where I want to be. His tongue skims my bottom lip, seeking entry, and I don’t deny him. I accept him into my mouth, our tongues dueling, his mouth hot, his tongue lax but severe. I fling my arms over his shoulders to pull him closer as he presses his groin into my lower stomach.
His erection is as hard as steel and bidding for escape from the confines of the denim encasing it. Every part of him feels perfect.
It’s everything I imagined.
A low moan escapes his mouth as both of his hands drift up my back to cup my head, his fingers splayed around the back, the heel of his palms resting on my cheek bones. He breaks the kiss and I whimper at the loss. His shoulders are rising and falling with the deep breaths he’s struggling to get into his lungs, and he rests his forehead against mine with his eyes clenched shut. He looks in pain.
‘I’m going to get lost in you.’ he breathes, his hand traveling back down the curve of my spine to the rear of my thigh.
With one gentle tug, he pulls my leg up to rest against his hip, cupping my bum with his
other.
He
searches
my
eyes
desperately. ‘There’s something here,’ he whispers. ‘I’m not imagining it.’
No, he’s not. I think back to Friday, when I first laid my eyes on him. I felt like I’d been electrocuted, all sorts of strange reactions firing off in my mind and body.
That wasn’t normal, and I’m so relieved that I wasn’t the only one to feel it.
‘There’s something.’ I confirm quietly, watching as his eyes change from uncertainty to complete satisfaction.
I’m stood on one leg, semi draped around his waist, ready to jump the gun and wrap my other leg around him. I need to feel all of him. I need his lips on mine. As if reading my mind, he tilts his head and lowers his mouth to mine, but this time he’s calmer as he gently brushes his lips over mine at the most dreamy pace. He tilts his pelvis into me, and I instantly recognise the start of a huge build-up of pressure in my groin. I’m powerless to control it; I don’t want to control it.
Grinding his hips against me, he continues to take my mouth slowly, the combined sensation having me tinkering on the edge. One touch
He lifts a hand to my breast and circles my nipple through my bra with his thumb, his gaze focused on his movements. My nipples tingle at the contact, lengthening behind the material of my bra. A small smile plays at the corners of his lips. He knows the affect he’s having on me. He introduces his index finger and tweaks the stiff nub, causing my breasts to throb, becoming heavy, aching mounds. I’m completely rapt by this man studying me so closely, working me up into a shaking, desperate mess. I still can’t believe I’m doing this, but damn, can I stop it?
I watch as he brings his other hand up to palm my other breast. I can no longer keep my hands off of him. My arms lift and my palms settle on his chest. The warmness and firmness hitches my breath. I start to trail my finger down the void between his pecs, smiling to myself when I feel him flinch under my touch and groan low in his throat. Before I can make the most of the access to his body, he turns me back around, and I want to cry inside.
‘I want to see you.’ I breathe.
‘Shhhh.’ He hushes me, unclasping my bra and running his hands under the straps.
He lowers them down my arms, letting it drop to the floor, before his hands find my breasts and knead deliberately. He continues to breathe hot, heavy breaths in my ear.
‘You.and.me.’ he growls and spins me around, crashing his lips against mine, robbing me of breath.
I’m back to where I want to be. His tongue skims my bottom lip, seeking entry, and I don’t deny him. I accept him into my mouth, our tongues dueling, his mouth hot, his tongue lax but severe. I fling my arms over his shoulders to pull him closer as he presses his groin into my lower stomach.
His erection is as hard as steel and bidding for escape from the confines of the denim encasing it. Every part of him feels perfect.
It’s everything I imagined.
A low moan escapes his mouth as both of his hands drift up my back to cup my head, his fingers splayed around the back, the heel of his palms resting on my cheek bones. He breaks the kiss and I whimper at the loss. His shoulders are rising and falling with the deep breaths he’s struggling to get into his lungs, and he rests his forehead against mine with his eyes clenched shut. He looks in pain.
‘I’m going to get lost in you.’ he breathes, his hand traveling back down the curve of my spine to the rear of my thigh.
With one gentle tug, he pulls my leg up to rest against his hip, cupping my bum with his
other.
He
searches
my
eyes
desperately. ‘There’s something here,’ he whispers. ‘I’m not imagining it.’
No, he’s not. I think back to Friday, when I first laid my eyes on him. I felt like I’d been electrocuted, all sorts of strange reactions firing off in my mind and body.
That wasn’t normal, and I’m so relieved that I wasn’t the only one to feel it.
‘There’s something.’ I confirm quietly, watching as his eyes change from uncertainty to complete satisfaction.
I’m stood on one leg, semi draped around his waist, ready to jump the gun and wrap my other leg around him. I need to feel all of him. I need his lips on mine. As if reading my mind, he tilts his head and lowers his mouth to mine, but this time he’s calmer as he gently brushes his lips over mine at the most dreamy pace. He tilts his pelvis into me, and I instantly recognise the start of a huge build-up of pressure in my groin. I’m powerless to control it; I don’t want to control it.
Grinding his hips against me, he continues to take my mouth slowly, the combined sensation having me tinkering on the edge. One touch
Similar Books
