Beauty in His Bed Read Online Free

she belonged to in that moment. He existed as an extension of her pleasure. He nipped the corner of her mouth, following the sting with a soothing caress. Then the other side. When she continued to battle for control of the kiss, he lightened his touch. Soft, teasing pressure. He was in charge. If anyone would be turned to putty, it would be her. By the time he was through, she would forget she’d ever kissed, ever touched, ever felt anything for another man.
    Her mouth softened, relinquishing control to him, and he pressed forward. He slipped his tongue into the hot, moist cavern, staking claim as he started to explore with his hands. First, learning the contours of her face. In stark contrast to his demanding kisses, he kept his touch light, lingering over her cheeks, her jaw, threading his fingers through her soft-as-silk hair. Her hands, having dropped to the mattress, continued to lie still. What was she thinking about? Clearly, he wasn’t doing a good enough job of making her mindless.
    Breaking away from her mouth, he pressed kisses along the same path his hands had just taken. When he reached her ear, he drew the plump lobe into his mouth. He felt her nipples stiffen through her clothes, hard little nubs. He’d much rather suckle those. Stifling a groan, he moved lower. She smelled like jasmine, sweet and sultry. The scent reminded him of the way her cunt had tasted on his tongue. When he dipped   his tongue to taste the hollow just beneath her ear, she moaned.
    That’s more like it.
    Encouraged, he settled to wring out every last passionate sound. As he explored the sensitive column of her neck, his hands retreated lower, cupping her breasts. She squirmed while he kneaded, kissing lower. When he reached the ample mounds, he paused to run his tongue over the neckline of her shirt, crossing her soft, quivering flesh. He glanced up, but her expression was tense instead of orgasmic. He paused.
    “Are–” She swallowed. “Aren’t you going to close the blinds?”
    Was she fussing over something so simple? Even though he wanted to hold her closer for a moment or two longer, he stood. Crossing to the window, he shut out the soft sunlight streaming in. Shrouding them in darkness, maybe, but a small price to pay if it made her more comfortable. Now no one would be able to see in. He rejoined her in the bed, pausing only to turn on the bedside lamp so he could see again. He didn’t want to miss a minute of her reaction. Even thinking about it had him close to spilling his seed.
    Stretching out beside her, he leaned down to continue his seduction.
    She edged away. “Don’t you want to turn off the light?”
    “No.” She had to have a loose screw if she thought he would even consider it.
    “But…”
    “But nothing, cher. ” Maybe he was moving too fast. His analytical, lawyerly side begged him to seduce her slowly. Over dinner or something equally innocent. But Seb didn’t want to relinquish his position. Before they began the arduous task of getting to know each other, he wanted all remnants of other men erased from her mind. For now, and for the next few days, Amy was his. Smoothing his frown, he draped himself over her body and whispered into the seductive curve of her ear. “I want to see every last passion mark, the ecstasy across your face, everything. The light stays on.”
    As he teased his tongue over her neck, she shivered, “Oh.” The small sound of surprise from her throat wasn’t near the abandoned state he wished to induce. Shifting lower, he redoubled his efforts. If she didn’t warm up to him after this… It might kill him to slow down, but he would do his best.
    He traced the strap of her shirt with his tongue, reveling in the way she arched toward him in offering. Cupping one plump breast, he teased her milky flesh, pressing slow, hot kisses over every inch of bared skin. She moaned, reaching up to clutch his shoulders. His ego swelled. Better. Much better.
    With his teeth, he pulled