Catch a Falling Star (Second Chances Book 3) Read Online Free

gets hurt or robbed or murdered. I’m an adult. The barista seemed to like him, and the doorman smiled like he trusted him. And—
    Her thoughts stopped short with a squeak of pleasure as he circled his hand low on her backside, fingers reaching right where they would do the most good, jeans or no jeans. Jo gave up arguing and circled her arms around his sides. She dug her fingers into his back, moaning with giddy madness over how good he felt.
    He responded with a hum of his own. His lips tensed in a smile as he traded one deep kiss for several shorter, lighter ones, eyes meeting hers between each.
    “This is my apartment,” he said, as if taking her on a guided tour. Instead, he shifted his embrace to lift her off her toes and kissed her again. Thoroughly. Passionately. The way a hero would. He kept one hand firmly on her backside while the other held steady at her shoulders.
    “It’s nice,” she answered between breathless kisses, already hazing over to the point where she had no idea what she would say or do.
    She shifted an arm to thread her fingers through his hair. His kiss traveled across her lips for a moment before his tongue went back to playing with hers. He was absolutely the best kisser she’d ever met in her entire life, and half of her imagination. His shoulders were broad and his arms strong. If Ben was offering to help her with research, then she would throw herself into the part with dedication. All in the line of work, of course.
    She leaned into him and lifted her leg against his. Exactly on cue, he caught her thigh and carried it higher, pressing it over his hip. She thanked her lucky, lucky stars she was wearing her tight, “New York City” jeans. His hand stroked her thigh as though she was wearing nothing at all, and she was pretty sure the stiffness that pressed against her wasn’t his cell phone. She clenched a handful of his hair and kissed him harder, throwing herself into the role of fiery heroine.
    She felt a ripple of energy pass through Ben’s body at her enthusiasm. He paused for the slightest of seconds, tipping back to look at her. His eyes were narrowed, thoughtful, and his breath came in shallow pants. He’d looked hot when they stepped into the apartment, but as he studied her like he’d clapped eyes on a treasure, he became pure fire.
    When he kissed her again, a whole new level of intensity washed through Jo. His hands kneaded her back and thigh. She could feel him, hard against her abdomen. Nothing at all to be ashamed of there! It turned her on so much that she shuddered in his arms.
    “Let’s go upstairs and have romance novel sex,” he gasped.
    “Oh God, yes!”
    He scooped her all the way into his arms and carried her toward the stairs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. It was slow going. He staggered as he continued to kiss her, bumping into the side of a counter along the way, as if keeping their mouths in contact was more important than things like balance and physics. It took far more concentration than she would have guessed for him to navigate the stairs. She made a mental note of the details if she should ever need them for a book.
    There was barely time to register the large bedroom with shaded windows on three sides as he carried her across the black carpet to a huge bed. Once there, he set her on her feet, calves bumping against the side of his bed. With a thrilling hum in the back of his throat, his hands searched up and down her sides, brushing her breasts. He managed to be both urgent and slow simultaneously. He unhooked her belt and made quick work of the fly of her jeans as she reached for the buttons of his shirt.
    Ben knew how to undress a woman. That much was abundantly clear as he peeled her shirt over her head, hands blazing trails of desire along her torso and arms, then pushed her jeans down over her hips. No man had ever made the simple act of undressing such an exercise in sensuality for her. His touch was everywhere, igniting her