Free The Valentine's Arrangement by Kelsie Leverich

to the wind and letting herself be swept away in the gust? It was beyond her, and at this particular moment, she didn’t care.
    Her lips moved fast against his. It was as if she finally unlocked the chastity belt she had fastened around her mind. She couldn’t deny her body what it wanted any longer. She hadn’t had no strings attached sex since, well ever, and the only pleasure she has had recently came from inside her bedside drawer. Just the thought of him inside her had her dripping with need.
    “Damn, Sweetheart,” Kale sighed against her lips as she slowly ran her tongue across his. He was walking her farther into the house and it dawned on her that he didn’t know where he was going but she suddenly found it extremely difficult to remove her mouth from his. She had opened up Pandora’s Box.
    The doorbell rang, apparently her pizza was here—and it was late.
    Kale’s eyes lifted towards the door.
    “Bedroom,” she finally said, instantly bringing his attention back to her as they stumbled backwards into the living room. She nodded her head toward the hallway.
    “Yes, ma’am.” Kale’s voice was husky and his face was contorted into a wry grin, his eyes beaming with imperative hunger and a little bit of victory.
    His mouth twisted up even more and he grabbed her under her ass tossing her over his shoulder.
    Ronnie released a shocked squeal and she wanted to rip her own fucking vocal cords out when she heard the annoying sound escape from her throat. Kale laughed only making it worse.
    “What the fuck, Emerson!”
    “You like it,” he accused, with what she could only imagine was a sly smile on his face. He smacked her ass that was perched on top of his shoulder making her jerk. And damn it, she liked it.
    As soon as Kale was in her bedroom he dropped her onto her bed, causing her body to bounce on the mattress. “Don’t be gentle by any means,” she hissed.
    “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I don’t plan to be.”
    She swallowed hard, her mind and her body played a close game of tug-of-war with her conscience, but with Kale saying words like that, her body started to take the lead.
    Ronnie propped up on her elbows and attempted to narrow her eyes at Kale but it was useless. He was already pulling his shirt off and her eyes lost their previous intentions, they were now completely focused on his bare chest. He stepped out of his jeans and Ronnie sucked in a breath at the sight of his erection pressing against his boxer briefs. She inched back on the bed and she couldn’t help the smile that took over the majority of her cheeks.
    “Like what you see?” Kale let his smile tease the words. Um, hell yes she did. His thighs were thick, his waist was narrow, and his chest was broad. He was definitely beautiful.
    Ronnie didn’t say anything, though. Admitting to him that she liked what she saw was almost as bad as admitting to him that she had wanted him from the first night she met him. And there was no way in hell that was going to fucking happen.
    Kale just laughed, it was low and sexy, almost like it was intentional. He bent over sliding his boxers down and in one graceful movement he slid between her legs.
    “Hips up,” he said, grabbing a hold of the waistband of her sweats along with the unfortunate cotton panties she had put on today—it wasn’t like she had anticipated getting naked with anyone, for crying out loud.
    She did as he asked and he easily slipped them off her. She was sprawled out on the bed, completely naked, and this irritatingly sexy man was kneeling in between her legs. Her blood started flowing hot in her veins, swirling through her body, the heat gathering low in her stomach.
    She watched as he reached down, grabbed his impressive length in his hand and rolled a condom down his thick shaft. He leaned down between her, his body sinking onto hers. The playfulness in his eyes was now ringed with an intensity that was raw and sexy and powerful and she could see the take