Her Kind of Trouble (Harlequin Superromance) Read Online Free Page B

when he slid a finger inside her she gave a low, guttural moan.
    “These have to go,” he said, and she heard a rip as he tore her panties off.
    A part of her wanted to laugh at how mad and desperate it all was—the cramped quarters, him tearing her clothes off, their harsh breathing. But then he found her with his thumb at the exact moment that he bit her nipple and she was too busy coming, her head dropping forward as she clutched at his shoulders, needing an anchor to keep her earthbound.
    Moments later she opened her eyes to find him watching her with a huge grin on his face.
    “Like a handheld flare,” he said.
    “Sorry?”
    He reached for the buckle on his trousers. “I’ll explain later.”
    She stared as he slipped himself free from his pants. Wow. This was going to be good.
    “Want to do the honors?” He held up a condom.
    She smiled, relieved that they weren’t going to have to have that battle. “Don’t mind if I do.”
    She pulled the latex from the foil, slipped it over the head of his very hard erection and smoothed it on. The moment she rolled it home, she took him in hand and guided him to her entrance. Holding his eye, she slid onto him in one slippery, wet rush.
    His breath sighed out on a wordless exclamation, and when she started to move, his hands tightened on her hips. He felt so good inside her, so thick. Desire tightened inside her again, stoked higher by every stroke of his body. He drew her closer, tonguing her nipples. She tilted her hips and ground herself against him, one hand on his shoulder for balance.
    For long moments there was only the sound of their breathing and their bodies coming together. He reached between them, finding her with his thumb again, and she keened desperately, so, so close to coming a second time.
    Her movements became urgent, fervent, as she raced toward oblivion. This time he went with her, his hips surging off the seat, his hands dragging her down as he buried himself, his body shuddering. Her body tightened around his as she climaxed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she kissed him deeply.
    She lay limp as a rag doll on his shoulder for what felt like a long time afterward, trying to muster the energy to move. So many things to do—get rid of the condom, get dressed, check her makeup, go back to the reception—but she was so boneless with sated pleasure she could barely blink.
    “How you doing there?” he said, his voice a rumble near her ear.
    She pushed herself off his chest, letting out a gentle sigh. “I’m pretty good. How about you?”
    “Fair to middling.”
    They began to laugh, then a car started nearby and they both ducked instinctively.
    “Shit. What time is it? People must be leaving already,” Vivian said.
    She slid away from him, leaving him to do whatever it was men did with the condom, and reached for her bra. He made himself decent and buckled up, then helped her wriggle into her dress. It was impossible to pull the narrow skirt over her legs while kneeling, so she cracked the door slightly, did a quick scan, then got out. Standing in the V of the open door, she smoothed the skirt down.
    “Decent?” she asked.
    “Hardly.”
    “I meant the dress, funny guy.” She rolled her eyes. Leaning past him, she scooped her panties from the limo floor. No way was she making the rookie’s mistake of leaving those little puppies behind.
    “You look fine.”
    He got out of the car and she gave him a once-over. It was hard to see much in the dim lighting, but apart from being a little rumpled, he looked fine, too. Which meant they were clear to head into the reception.
    She glanced toward the boathouse, not sure how to say what needed to be said.
    “Listen, Seth...I had a great time. But just so you know, I’m not really looking for anything. I’ve got a lot going on with my studies, I’ve got a graduate show to prepare for...” She trailed off awkwardly.
    He was silent for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “So,