Off Limits Read Online Free Page A

His legs moved restlessly, his arms tensed as she bent over him. His hot breath gusted against her breasts above the bodice of her dress, and she felt his gaze burning into her. She would not let him scare her away. She looped the leather together, unable to fasten it, and straightened to see her handiwork.
    The fine fabric of his white button-down shirt was twisted around his body. She hadn’t seen this new Zach disheveled, and that weakness gave her hope. The expensive fabric of his pants tented with his erection she ached to feel. His fingers flexed above the leather, his eyes slitted.
    “You’re taking your time.”
    “Payback for you making me wait.” She knelt on the bed beside him, her gaze returning to that lovely erection. She made her decision and straddled him, the insides of her thighs against the soft fabric of his slacks. She let her bare pussy brush the placket over his zipper as she reached for the buttons of his shirt.
    “Paige!” His voice was strangled, on the barest leash.
    She smiled and leaned over to kiss him, her mouth teasing, drawing back when he lifted his tongue to play. How long had she wanted to kiss him, to feel just his mouth and hands arousing her? Later, she promised herself, and sat up to open his shirt. She released the buttons slowly, spreading the fabric as she went, letting the backs of her fingers brush that delicious chest hair, making him moan when she tweaked his nipples, but he stayed still as she glided her fingertips over his flat stomach. She rested her hands there and rolled her hips, feeling the heat of his cock beneath the fabric, feeling the pulse and twitch of it. Okay, teasing him could be fun, especially since he’d made her work for this. She glanced up to see his wrists straining against the belt.
    “Don’t hurt yourself. You don’t want to have to explain marks on your arms tomorrow.”
    He scowled. “You’re going to make me come in my pants like a high school boy.”
    She eased back to look into his eyes and stroked her pussy against the placket of his pants again, making them both groan. “Really?”
    “Paige, I’m too old for a dry hump. Take off my pants.”
    She bent forward, brushing her breasts against his bare chest as she kissed his throat, savoring the salty taste of him. She rubbed her mound against him through his pants, so close to orgasm herself, but wanting to make him lose control. He clenched his teeth, breathing fast as he growled her name, the word rumbling in his chest. God, he felt so good beneath her, hot and hard. She moved faster, her own need for orgasm making her mindless, greedy, as he thrust his hips up and shouted, his cock jerking beneath her. She rolled her hips as she sought her own pleasure, finding the tip of him through the fabric and rubbing until her climax shot through her. She dropped her head to his chest as the gentle pulses flowed through her, weakening muscles, relaxing nerves.
    He bucked up against her as if trying to dislodge her. “What the hell? Christ, Paige.”
    Oh, he was pissed. She could feel it in his body that wasn’t nearly as weak as hers. She lifted her head to grin at him. “I liked making you lose control. Think you can touch me now?” She reached over his head to tug at the end of the belt.
    “You don’t want me to touch you now,” he said ominously.
    She cocked her eyebrows, tracing the pattern of his chest hair. “I bet I do,” she said when he drew a breath through his teeth.
    “Let me go.”
    She shifted upward, sliding along his body, making him groan. Unfastening the belt was a lot more complicated than tying him, because he’d pulled against it, and as she’d predicted, his wrists were red. She caressed the irritation before she found herself on her back beneath him.
    “Want me to tie you up?” he growled.
    “Decidedly not.” She stroked her fingers through his hair, something she’d wanted to do for years. Just as thick and soft as she’d imagined. The tightness in his