LOVE QUAKES: BOXED SET (BOOKS 1-4) Read Online Free Page B

so inviting and I’ve been wanting to touch his muscles. His arms wrap around my torso. He doesn’t seem to mind being close to me now. I squeeze him tight. He’s so firm and fit. Then, I return his kiss with a passion that surprises me. 
     
    I turn my head so that our noses won’t collide and push my full lips over his mouth. Before I know it, his teeth are pulling gently on my fleshy lips. I allow the sensations to wash over me. Every nerve in my body responds to the stimulation of my mouth with his. My breathing becomes labored, as does Tristan’s. We kiss for several seconds before each of us steps back to catch our breath.
     
    “That was amazing,” I admit at last. His megawatt smile and wink let me know that he’s pleased.
     
    “You don’t know how happy our kiss makes me,” he responds. “It’s just magic.”
     
    “I’d like to try that again,” I add with an enthusiasm that speaks volumes.
     
    “With pleasure, Joanna,” he chants while moving me quickly into the corner of our elevator again. “Just one request, please. Put your arms around me. I need to feel your touch.” What’s that about?
     
    “Alright, although, I like holding your arms and putting my hands around your neck,” I add, “is that also okay?”
     
    “Yes, Joanna. It’s more than okay. I really like your hands on my body. Have no doubt about that,” he huffs out with desire.
     
    In the next second, his tongue invades my mouth and mine meets his with an energetic twist. We’re almost engaged in a wrestling match inside my head. I love it. We make out breathlessly for a few minutes more. Then his lips find my chin and work their way down my neck to the collarbone. Each individual kiss sets my skin on fire. I move my head around while he begins to lick my neck. He’s really getting into this make out session and I’m enjoying every inch of our contact. Too bad earthquakes don’t happen more often, while I’m trapped in one with a gorgeous man.
     
    “You have the most alluring scent, Joanna,” he remarks when he finally pauses from our sexy as sin kiss.
     
    “You too, Tristan. I love the way you taste. Now it’s my turn to explore you,” I announce and give him my most enthusiastic smile. He raises his eyebrows in approval.
     
    “Please. I like your reciprocity,” he comments with burning lust in his aqua eyes.
     
    I had no idea how much I would enjoy French kissing someone that I wanted like Tristan. Our contact feels otherworldly. I decide to mimic his moves. I start by pulling his head up from the base of my neck. His eyes have glazed over and he licks his lips when I look into his face. My hands find their way into his thick head of sandy colored hair. I pull gently on his hair while moving my fingers from his scalp to the tips of his strands. He looks into my eyes with absolute satisfaction in his.
     
    Next, I begin to taste his sculpted face. He closes his amazing eyes while I kiss each lid with affection. I work my way toward his cheekbones and then finally begin to taste his chiseled jaw with my engorged mouth. He’s sighing with pleasure. When I finish worshipping his face with my mouth, I move back to look at his reaction. He’s flushed and excited. I want to eat him; he’s delicious.
     
    “This is so much better than what I imagined,” he manages to huff out, “and what I imagined was truly phenomenal. It’s hard to believe that you don’t have a boyfriend, Joanna.”
     
    “It’s true though. I’m a bit sheltered; I don’t kiss men very often. But, I had no idea what I was missing Tristan. Our make out session is so much fun,” I add with a blush.
     
    “Fun? I hope it’s more than that, Joanna. You’re really quite innocent about sex then,” he comments with deep tone in his voice and a smirk, “but you’re doing a great job with your mouth. I really like the fact that you’re not very experienced at this game.”
     
    I gush at the praise he’s given me. Does he like