StrangersonaTrain Read Online Free

StrangersonaTrain
Book: StrangersonaTrain Read Online Free
Author: Erin Aislinn
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bitch ball-buster from
hell, cowering in front of a guy. If he were across an office desk from her,
she’d julienne his family jewels, arrange them on a platter and hand them to
him with a smile on her face.
    The bed shifted as he moved away. Free of his weight, she
anticipated her chance to stand up and regain her ground. Instead she felt cold
air on her naked body and it reminded her of the loneliness, struggle and
sacrifice she’d made all of her life. What if it was too late for her? What if
no amount of earthshaking sex could let her open her heart to a man?
    A layer of warmth covered her. She dropped her hands and
opened her eyes to find herself covered with a blanket. He’d pulled his pants
back on as well and climbed on the bed on his knees. He crossed toward the
wall, rearranged the pillows and leaned against them. He patted his chest.
    “Come here,” he said, holding his arm open. “I want to hold
you.”
    Another wave of tears brimmed and she rushed to scoot into
his embrace before she betrayed herself. He’d said he wanted to hold her and
she nearly fell apart. What a sap.
    He tucked the blanket around her and laid a kiss on her
temple. “Warm enough?” he whispered.
    She answered by snuggling closer into his arms.
    His cheek pressed against her head. “I want you to know that
I am going to fuck you as hard and as deep as you’ve almost let me fuck you.”
    His tone held a note of certainty tinged with male
domination and arousal. A new stir careened through her body and woke up her
clit.
    She felt his lips on her hair again. “But it’s not going to
happen until you earn it.”
    She chuckled. “Good luck with that.”
    “The sarcasm is beneath you, love. Now tell me what’s going
on.”
    If only she knew where to begin. Instinctively she reached
out to place her hand on his chest and began to stroke up and down his pecs.
The muscles tensed in a provocation that resonated in her skin. She had to
touch his flesh, run her fingers over it, feel his nipple and play with it. She
had to do it now. Skimming down to his waist, she grabbed the hem of his shirt
but before she could sneak her hand under it, he caught her wrist.
    “Nuh-huh,” he warned. “That would be too easy.”
    “Isn’t ‘easy’ why we’re here? Why you’re here? So we can
indulge our fantasies with no worries about tomorrow?”
    His fingers drew patterns over her shoulder, where he’d held
her. “Easy, sure. But not fake. Neither of us is going to hide behind sex. It’s
gotta to be more than that or you wouldn’t have stopped.”
    She laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”
    His noble profile deflected her sarcasm as the corner of his
lips tipped upward.
    She laughed again. “You really expect me to believe that
this could possibly be something more to you than a convenient screw? Talk
about fake.”
    He turned toward her. “This isn’t about me. You want me. I
want you. I’m prepared to give you the best fuck of your life, but it can’t be
just about two bodies grinding against each other. The best sex never is. Don’t
pretend to deny it.”
    What on earth had she been thinking? She rolled to her side,
sliding out of his embrace. Pulling her knees up and tucking her hand under the
pillow, she gave herself some needed space. She didn’t want him to touch her
right then but neither did she want him to leave her bed. A mix of emotions
scrambled her reason.
    The bed shifted as he moved. Charlotte panicked that she
might have scared him away. She wanted to scream for him to stay but her throat
tightened and not a single word could pass through it.
    “I’m here,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was
gentle and heartfelt.
    A sob rose and she swallowed it down. A strangled gasp broke
the barrier of silence.
    His hand wrapped around her shoulder in a clear hint he
wanted her to face him, but he exerted no force. The warmth of his palm seeped
into her skin. Such a simple touch felt so solid and real that
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