Free Lie with Me by Stephanie Tyler Page A

eyes held a kindness, she knew that it must serve to hide the rough and ready soldier she shared this bed with. He was experienced, knew how to give her pleasure—made it his mission to do so, even as he prepared to take his own. He ripped the package open and rolled the condom on, and within seconds, his body covered hers, his hand once again imprisoning her wrists over her head.
    With his thigh spreading her legs, he shifted to his knees and used his free hand to guide himself inside of her. She moaned as he penetrated—slow and steady at first, and then finally he drove home into her, stretching her in a mix of slight pain and pleasure, which soon turned to all pleasure.
    She tried to tug her hands loose, but he wasn’t having it, kept a steady pressure there as he rocked with her. Her legs instinctively went around his waist to lock her ankles behind his back—her own version of tying him down.
    The sex was rougher than she was used to—almost as if he was fighting something within himself, fighting her at the same time. And still, it was exhilarating, and her responses showed that this was something she’d obviously craved.
    He bucked against her, the loss of control evident in his features—and she was the one doing that to him. She was responsible for it.
    He never took his eyes off of her, not even when he came, a moment after her orgasm. Hers pulled him over the edge, his pupils darkening, his mouth opened with a long groan escaping. And then her name was on his lips, and she liked that. So much. Wanted to hear him say it again and again.
    She hadn’t felt like herself for a long time. She was always sick Skylar and then dying Skylar, and finally recovering Skylar. The one whose life was in danger, even now.
    She was still too thin, her breasts smaller than they were before the surgery, despite the fact that she was eating right—and still Cam stared at her like he’d never wanted anyone more.
    It’s okay. You’re beautiful .
    Right now she didn’t care if that was actually the truth or not.
    She’d wanted to cry when he said that earlier, had kissed him instead, since that was far more satisfying. And now the hardness pressing her sex had nothing at all to do with pity. Cam wanted her—really, truly wanted her. She could see it in his eyes, feel it with his every touch.
    Before this, she’d felt empty, almost brittle, and even when Cam first touched her, she’d expected to hear the subtle snap.
    But she hadn’t broken, not even with the heavy weight of his body on hers.
    Finally, he let go of her wrists as he rolled off her. He rubbed her arms, which felt like jelly, as did her legs, and basically every other part of her body.
    “I think I forgot how good this was. No, I take that back, it was never this good.”
    He gave her a small smile. “We’re not done, Sky. Not nearly done.”
    She swallowed hard and readied herself as he took her again, wrapped her legs around him, and this time, this time, he didn’t hold her wrists, let her clutch his shoulders and touch his hair, even scrape her nails along his back when she climaxed, hard.
    W hen Dylan had come up for air after swimming laps in the cold water, in the hope of tamping down his needs, he noted Riley had gone inside, but kept the shades across the sliding glass pulled back so he could see her sitting at the dining table.
    He’d laid out on a lounge chair, alternately reading a magazine and watching Riley sort through her mail, talk on the phone and watch him at various random intervals.
    She’d also turned on salsa music letting it blast through the patio speakers. She knew he hated salsa music.
    It was like a big game of chicken, except this was much more pleasant, especially with the beer he’d grabbed from the fully stocked outdoor bar.
    Riley was living well. She used to be on the right side of the law. For all he knew, she still might be—but in the spy-for-hire game, all bets were usually off.
    There were so many rumors