Time for Love , The McCarthys of Gansett Island, Book 9 Read Online Free

wasn’t you. It was me.”
    “You’ve been through a traumatic ordeal. It’s going to take some time to be comfortable in a situation like that again.”
    “I was comfortable. I was so comfortable. But then…”
    “You didn’t like having me on top of you.”
    She shook her head as a tear slid down her cheek. “I don’t want to scare you off. I like you so much. I look forward to our time together…” She stopped herself when she realized she might be giving too much away.
    “You haven’t scared me off, and I like you, too, and the time we’ve spent together. I look forward to it all day while I’m working.”
    “So do I. Every day I wonder if I’m going to see you, and I get all giddy at the thought of being with you.”
    He brushed the tear from her cheek and touched his thumb to her bottom lip, rubbing it back and forth.
    Daisy put her tongue in its path, touching the tip to the pad of his thumb.
    His eyes narrowed with barely restrained desire that made her wonder what might’ve happened if she hadn’t panicked.  
    “Can we…”
    “What?”
    She forced herself to look at him. “Can we try again? Please?”
    “I don’t want to scare you.”
    “You won’t as long as you don’t do that on-top thing again.”
    His hand dropped from her face as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa. “Do whatever you feel like doing. You’re the boss.”
    Daisy rolled her bottom lip between her teeth as she contemplated the sexy buffet laid out before her. She released two buttons on his shirt and slid her hand inside to rest just below his collarbone.
    He drew in a breath, and his heart beat fast beneath her hand.
    His reaction fueled her courage as she leaned in to place a string of kisses along his jaw. Late-day whiskers poked at her lips, stinging and abrading them. She glanced down and saw his hands gripping his thighs and was encouraged to know he wasn’t unaffected by her clumsy attempts at seduction or whatever this was.
    She worked her way to his lips, teasing him with light touches of lip to lip before she moved down to his neck. The pulse of his heartbeat throbbed under her lips, beating in time to the throb between her legs. It had been such a very long time since she’d experienced true desire.
    “Daisy,” he said, sounding tortured. “I want to touch you. Is that okay?”
    “Yes, please.”
    “Come closer.” He held out his arms to her, and Daisy straddled his lap, feeling the press of his arousal between her legs as he drew her in closer to him. “Is this okay?”
    She nodded, moved by his concern.  
    He massaged her back in small circles that made her want to weep from the undeniable pleasure.  
    “Feels good,” she whispered.
    With his hand on the back of her head, he drew it down to his shoulder, encouraging her without words to relax against him.
    She sank into his embrace, which would’ve been totally innocent were it not for the brush of her nipples against his chest or the insistent throb between her legs as she squirmed for a tighter connection with his erection.
    He gasped, and his hands tightened on her back.  
    “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
    “No,” he said with a tight chuckle. “Not at all.”
    Realizing he was aroused filled her with a kind of feminine power that was all new to her. It also filled her with a sense of mischief as she rocked against him again, drawing another hiss from him.
    “You little minx,” he whispered. “You know you’re making me crazy, right?”
    “I am?” It was fun to be playful with a man, to know she was completely safe in his arms, to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him, even if the timing of such desires wasn’t ideal.
    He continued the massage in slow, sensual circles down her back. When he reached the waistband of her jeans, she thought he might work his way back up, but he kept going down, cupping her bottom and squeezing. “Okay?” he asked, endlessly considerate.
    “So okay.” She couldn’t seem to get