Free Bitten by Cupid by Lynsay Sands, Pamela Palmer, Jaime Rush

her stomach. It felt like they were both burning up; she was almost feverishly warm to the touch, and he was burning up from the inside out. He wanted to feel all of her against him. He wanted her naked flesh pressing down on his everywhere, and he wanted to thrust his body into hers and bury himself in her moist heat. But that would bring an end to it, and he wanted this never to end.
    Mirabeau moaned when Tiny’s hands found her breasts under her tank top. She was immediately hit by wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure. Wanting more of it, she broke their kiss to rise up on him and cover his hands through the cloth and squeezed his hands encouragingly. She then opened her eyes and met his gaze as she let her hands drop to the hem of the top he’d bought her. Tiny licked his lips and watched as she slowly tugged it up and off over her head, revealing a perfect, porcelain torso. His own darker, suntanned skin stood out where he covered and caressed her breasts, and Tiny didn’t think he’d ever seen anything quite so lovely.
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, letting his hands drift away from her breasts to clasp her by the sides and enjoy the full view of her from the waist up.
    The words brought a smile to her lips, and she let the scrap of black cloth drop to the bed beside them, then reached down to run one finger down his chest toward the top of the towel. She shifted her hips over him then, closing her eyes and groaning as a shaft of pleasure shivered back and forth between them.
    Tiny couldn’t resist anymore and returned his hands to cover her breasts. When he did, Mirabeau opened her eyes to peer at him. Her smile becoming a grin, she bent forward, pressing into his caress until her mouth was just above his. Her tongue slid out and she licked his lower lip, then caught and sucked it between her own lips. She tugged and sucked at it gently, letting it slip from her mouth, and murmured, “Mmm, delicious. I’ll have to thank Lucian for assigning you to be my backup when I next see him.”
    “Marguerite,” he corrected automatically and tried to claim her lips again, but she pulled back slightly, her expression frozen.
    “What?” she asked carefully.
    Tiny hesitated, suspecting he maybe should have kept his mouth shut. Wishing he had, he reluctantly admitted, “Marguerite is the one who suggested we work together on this assignment.”
    As he’d feared, that announcement definitely ruined the mood. A pail of cold water couldn’t have had more of a shocking effect on Mirabeau. Horror immediately covered her face, and she jerked upright, all signs of passion gone as she asked sharply, “Marguerite suggested you be my backup?”
    He nodded slowly.
    “But Marguerite only interferes when she thinks—” Her words died, and she stared at him, the horror on her expression growing exponentially. It seemed she wasn’t pleased at what it meant, that Marguerite thought they might be life mates.
    He met her gaze for a moment, then asked huskily, “Can you read me?”
    Mirabeau sat back slightly on his hips, rocking back a bit as if he’d hit her, but after a moment her shoulders straightened, and her gaze shifted from his eyes to his forehead and concentrated there. He knew without a doubt that she was trying to read him and simply lay still, waiting. When he spotted the flash of fear shoot across her expression, Tiny knew instinctively that she couldn’t read him, and that, rather than being pleased, the knowledge terrified her.
    Even having seen her expression, Tiny wasn’t prepared when she suddenly slid off him and climbed off the bed. She was at the door before he could even think to speak.
    “What about the SUV?” he asked desperately as she started out of the room. The minute the words were out of his mouth, he felt shame claim him that he’d allowed himself to forget her intention to get blood for the girl. Judging by the way Mirabeau halted and her shoulders bowed, she felt much the