Free Under His Skin (For His Pleasure, Book 20) by Kelly Favor Page B

sounding
annoyed, as if she was making a fuss over nothing.
    “You can’t just come in here like this,
wake me out of a dead sleep and expect to have sex.   I’m not your little whore.”
    It was dark in the room, but her eyes
were adjusting enough to see him grinning.   “Don’t be ridiculous, Kennedy,” he said, reaching for her again.
    “Stop touching me,” she replied.
    There was a long moment of silence.   “What do you want from me?”
    “I want you to stop jerking me
around.   One minute you’re loving
and soft and kind, and the next it’s like you hate the sight of me.”
    He sighed.   “I told you that I’m a difficult man.”
    “You’re acting like a spoiled brat.”
    She was a little shocked at her own
temerity.   To call Easton Rather a
spoiled brat was asking for trouble.
    “Watch how you speak to me,” he said, an
edge creeping into his voice.
    “You’re not my boss anymore, Easton.   You got fired, just like me.   And I’ll speak to you however I feel
like speaking to you.”   She felt her
heart beating fast as she pushed herself up to a sitting position on the other
side of the bed.
    Easton sat up too.   “I should have known better than to let
you in my house,” he said, shaking his head at her.   “The second you think you smell
weakness, you go for the jugular.”
    “Bullshit.   I’m simply telling you to stop treating
me this way.”
    “This is who I am, Kennedy.”
    “No it’s not.   I saw the way you were today at
dinner.   I saw how things could be
between us, if you’d just have the courage to let me in.   Why won’t you let me in?”
    There was another long silence.   “I don’t know.”
    Something in the sound of his voice as he
said those words nearly snapped her resolve.   There was something so defeated, so
broken in his admission, and it made her want to comfort him.   She wanted to love him.
    “Maybe we could figure it out together,”
she said, and reached her hand out to gently touch his hand.
    “What if I can’t ever give you what you
need?” he asked her, sounding strangely earnest.
    “Let’s cross the bridge when we come to
it.”   She moved toward him, and then
he moved toward her grabbing her by the waist and firmly pulling her into
him.   Her shirt slid up her hips,
revealing her entire lower half.
    Easton eagerly pushed his naked body up
against her, spreading her legs with his hips.
    She grabbed his tight buttocks as he
pressed immediately into her center place, diving his cock down, burying it
instantly within her accommodating space.
    “Oh, God,” she moaned.
    He felt amazing.   Something about the quickness of his
entry turned her on.   He was already
inside her, and she was so tight but ready for him anyway.
    “Kennedy,” he whispered, looking directly
into her eyes.   His voice shook ever
so slightly with need and desire and emotion.
    In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, he
began making love to her, slowly, his body moving with utter care and
precision.
    Every little motion was exact, every
stroke of his fingertips, the way he slid so slowly in and out, making sure
that nothing was rushed.
    She felt his presence fully as if for the
first time.   She felt that something
had shifted.   Easton was truly loving
her now, not just taking her for his own like some trophy.
    Kennedy raked her hands up his backside
and over his muscular, broad back, then swept her fingernails down around his
ribcage.   She pressed her palms on
his stomach and massaged up to his chest as he continued to move inside her,
making her more and more wet.
    Her legs encircled him now, pulling him
deeply inside.
    “I’ve never felt anything this amazing
before in my life,” he said, and then he began kissing her on the mouth, as if
he was trying to breathe with her.   As if he wanted to share her very same oxygen as his own.
    Their bodies were completely connected,
and Kennedy released herself, taking him in, allowing him to become part