Free Souls ReAligned by Tricia Daniels Page A

that her fingerprints are truly on his soul, marking him as hers forever. Every muscle in his body tenses and flexes involuntarily. As she reaches his waist, Ethan has to remind himself to breathe. His chest expands as he parts his lips to allow air to flow in.
    Licking her lips, and then biting at the bottom one in anticipation, she re-establishes eye contact with him. Her hands follow the same path upwards, feeling every taut muscle of his abdomen. Skimming across his chest, she brushes across the rigid definition of his pectorals. The way he tightens his muscles under her palms has sparked that fire inside her, pulsing outward through her veins. The tension between them, right now, is so powerful that she’s certain she could come right here, just from having her hands on him and that look he’s giving her. It’s that same hot panty-melting look he gave her the first time they met.
    Her eyes follow his Adam’s apple, as he swallows hard and tries to maintain his breathing. Reaching for his collar, she grabs it firmly on both sides and pulls him toward her. His heart pounds as she brings her lips to his, hovering there. Leaning in, Ethan tries to claim them, but she moves slightly, denying his advance. Knowing that she’s sending him a message, he closes his eyes and breaths out. He’ll gladly give her complete control, FOR NOW. Moving in again, Olivia brings her lips so close that he can almost taste her. The anticipation is driving him wild. She knows that she’s won when he doesn’t move this time.
    Tightening her grip, she pulls him all the way into her. Leaving no space between them, she rewards him with a very passionate kiss. Lips part and her tongue invades his mouth, dancing along his tongue, licking and teasing. Instinctively, he brings his hands to her hips and holds her there, forcing her body to rub deliciously against his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him even closer, her lips crashing against his in a rough possession. He returns her kiss with equal desire, panting for air when she breaks it and pulls away.
    Putting down the sunglasses, Olivia turns and walks away, leaving him standing there with the beginnings of an erection straining in his pants.
    On the way back to the car, her dress blows in the breeze, raising his anxiety. Ethan turns to look at his friends, who are now standing with their mouths wide open; eyebrows raised in disbelief as they watch her sway her hips back to the car. Reaching her destination, she turns to lean her back against it, waiting for him to follow. All eyes now turn to Ethan who discreetly tries to adjust his arousal. Although it seems that, there’s no way to be discreet about it. He glances over at Scott, “Thank you, Rachel, indeed!”
    Scott nods his head in agreement.
    “Well, fellas, my ride is here!” He wastes no time joining her at the car.
    Trevor turns to Scott, “Who the hell is that?”
    Scott grins, “THAT… is his girlfriend.”
    Griff’s head snaps in shock. “His girlfriend? What the hell does a girl like that see in O’Connell?” he asks aloud.
    “I’ve been asking myself the same question,” Carter admits, looking over at a disapproving look from John.
    Griff suddenly becomes fixated on her, staring at her.
    “Well, it’s no bloody wonder he wouldn’t do the blonde last night.” Brian starts to laugh.
    A villainous grin curls at the corners of Griff’s lips. It’s positively wicked. Malevolent.
    “Hey,” Brian continues, “maybe, if we’re lucky, the wind will pick up and we can get a peek at what keeps O’Connell coming back for more.”
    “Shut the hell up, Brian,” Carter warns.
    “Did you see those gorgeous tits?” Trevor asks, looking at his friends as they all nod their acknowledgement.
    “I was too busy looking at her ass,” Nigel says, “I’d love some of that action.”
    Six foot-two of tensed Australian muscle vibrates with anger at the conversation taking place right now. Carter is disgusted