Free Shattered by Natalie Baird

playfully, “What did you
think?”
    Before I even knew what I was doing, I threw
my arms around his muscled neck and brought my mouth hungrily to
his. He met my kiss firmly, and our mouths moved together. He swung
me around on the sidewalk and pressed my back against the brick
wall. His tongue slid against mine, filling my mouth with the taste
of him. I moaned lustily, running my fingers up into his short
curls. I didn’t care that we were out in the middle of the city,
and I didn’t care that everyone could see us. I couldn’t formulate
a single thought other than that I need this, I needed Anderson.
And I needed as much of him as I could take.
    He broke away from our kiss and looked at me
intently. “What do you say we get out here?” he asked, his voice
rasping with lust. I nodded, pulling him toward the curb and
flagging down a taxi as it came screeching around the corner.
Anderson waved the man on, grinning at me. “It’s taken care of,” he
said, as a black town car pulled up to the curb. Of course he had a
driver. Anderson opened the rear door for me, and we tumbled into
the back seat.
     

    Chapter
Five
     
    As the car took off through the city,
Anderson wrapped his thick, strong arms around me and drew me into
his lap. I pressed myself against his firm chest, brought my mouth
to the smooth skin of his neck. He groaned as I kissed him, his
fingers tightening around my hips. As I shifted my weight, I could
feel a bulging hardness move against me. I gasped at the insistent,
pulsing thickness, dizzy with wanting this hero of a man. Our gazes
locked once more, and there was no ambiguity about what that look
said.
    We flew from the car the second it stopped
outside Anderson’s building. Through the lobby and into the
elevator we raced, with a knowing smile from the doorman egging us
on. The second the elevator doors snapped closed, we were on each
other once more. Anderson’s strong hands closed around my ass and
lifted me into the air. He pinned me against the elevator wall,
bringing his mouth to mine once more. I wrapped my legs around the
small of his back, moaning as his erection pressed against that
throbbing, eager place between my legs. We reached the top floor
and Anderson swung open the door to his penthouse, carrying me over
the threshold like it was nothing.
    He didn’t waste a second—the momentum of our
desire carried us across the apartment, straight into the bedroom.
The space seemed transformed by our lust, the king sized bed where
I had slept so shortly before was beckoning us. Anderson laid me
out on the bed before him, drawing back to admire my form as it
twisted against the white comforter. His eyes raked along the
length of my body, leaving little tendrils of heat as they went.
There was an aching need building from the core of me to the tips
of my fingers, and only one thing that could soothe me.
    Anderson followed me into bed, kneeling over
me. I could feel him hard against the warm wetness blossoming
between my legs as he closed the space between our bodies. He drew
up the hem of my tight red dress, peeling the garment up over my
stomach, my breasts, my shoulders. The dress flew across the room
as he flung it away, drinking in the sight of me beneath him in
just my bra and panties. He tore off his own tee shirt next, and I
moaned as those hard muscles were revealed to me once more. I
tugged him toward me, wanting to feel his skin against mine.
    He lowered himself on top of me, and I gasped
as the firm notches of his abs, the flat panes of his chest, met my
own soft skin. My breasts pressed against his chest as I wrapped my
arms around his rippling back, our mouths meeting once again.
Anderson reached around my back and unclasped my bra with a flick
of his dexterous wrists. I felt the hard length of him against my
thigh as my bra fell away. At once, Anderson lowered his firm lips
toward my breasts, eagerly wrapping his mouth around my hard
nipple. My fingers dug into his back as he