Free Naked Flame by Desiree Holt Page B

fingers into her soaked, waiting channel. Curling them, he dragged against her sweet spot, sending more sparks shooting through her body. In and out, slowly, steadily, he pushed her higher and higher. She wanted him as naked as she was, wanted to feel the rest of his body, the shape of him, but she was too caught up in the orgasm building inside her to do anything but whimper and let herself fall into the erotic whirlpool.
    Her climax broke without warning. One minute, he was stroking and licking, sucking and rubbing. The next, he drove her right over the edge of the cliff, her body shuddering and shaking with the tremors. He stayed with her the entire way, his mouth and fingers never leaving her body until she finally relaxed, weak, on the soft fabric of the quilt.
    Liam moved up her body, cradled her in his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips. She could taste herself on his lips and his tongue, the flavor sharp and not unpleasant. She threaded her fingers into the thickness of his hair, loving the rich feel of it, and held him in the kiss until she needed to stop to breathe.
    Moonlight reflected in his eyes as he looked hard into hers.
    â€œGood?” he asked.
    â€œBetter than.” She gave a giddy little laugh. “But you still have too many clothes on. I want to see every bit of you.” She let out a slow breath. “Touch you, taste you.”
    â€œDarlin’, if I get naked, it will be all over before I even get my pants off. I won’t even tell you how long it’s been since I was with a woman. Any woman.” He licked her lips again. “And for sure not one like you.”
    â€œUm, is that a good thing or a bad one?”
    â€œDefinitely good.”
    â€œI don’t care.” She stared into his eyes. “I want to see every inch of you. Right now.”
    He ran his tongue over her lip again. “Okay, but don’t blame me if it’s over before you even get started.”
    â€œOh, I think you’re up to the task.”
    Fire danced in his eyes. “Up being the operative word?”
    â€œUh huh.”
    The moonlight highlighted every ridge and flex of muscle as he rid himself of his shoes, slacks and boxer briefs. She had never drooled over a man before, but she felt saliva literally pool in her mouth as she looked at him.
    When he reached into his wallet, removed a foil packet and tossed it to the quilt, she had to laugh.
    â€œYou were pretty confident.”
    He grinned. “Optimistic.”
    She noticed that he stood so his injured leg was away from her.
    â€œCome here.” She reached out her hands to him.
    â€œI’m right here.” He came down next to her, lying on the side with the bad leg.
    She sat up and pushed him down flat. “No secrets, okay? I can handle anything but secrets.”
    â€œCharity, I—”
    She pressed two fingers to his lips. “Hush. If I’m willing to give all of myself to you so quickly, you can’t hide any part of yourself from me.”
    He closed his eyes. “I don’t want you to see the ugliness.”
    â€œHow could it be ugly when you aren’t an ugly person?”
    Her breathing choppy, she knelt beside him and ran her fingers over his left leg, the long scars discernible in the moonlight. She ran her fingers gently over them, feeling the rows of scar tissue.
    â€œSomeday, I hope you’ll tell me how this happened.”
    â€œI can hardly stand to think about it myself.” The emotional pain was evident in his voice.
    â€œThen we won’t discuss it tonight. No bad thoughts tonight.”
    She slid her hand along the length of his leg to his groin and over until she could close her fingers around his cock. His hard, wide, very large cock.
    Wow was all she could think.
    She gave an unsteady laugh. “I think you got your share and someone else’s.”
    He wrapped his fingers around hers and stopped her movement.
    â€œTwo things. I know we’re