Free Dark Passion (The Dark Brother Series Book One) by Bec Botefuhr Page A

reach him, I place my hands on his naked back. He shudders but doesn’t turn.
    I run my fingertips up and down his skin, feeling him shiver lightly beneath my touch. I trace little circles, and then move my hands lower and over his perfect, firm backside. He sucks in a breath, but still doesn’t turn. I press myself closer to him, crushing my breasts against his back and reaching around to cup his abdomen. My fingers play and stroke his firm muscles, and I enjoy feeling them move with every stroke.
    I press my lips to the skin on his shoulder blades and he groans lightly. I slide my hands up and over his pecks, and then I tweak his nipples lightly. He stiffens and closes his hands over mine, stopping me. Doesn’t he want this? I kiss his back, refusing to stop. His breathing becomes deeper and finally he turns. I keep my head against his skin, and when I feel his chest beneath my lips, I suckle and lick until he’s panting.
    “Willow…”
    “I didn’t mean it Jagger, you’re not a monster.”
    “This is wrong,”
    “I don’t care anymore, I want you.”
    The song booms loudly behind us, and then comes to a stop. I stare into those beautiful blue eyes and I’m lost. My feelings for this man are real, they may be crazy, insane and idiotic but they’re real. He strokes my cheek, and when the next song comes on, he pushes me out into the middle of the lounge room and wraps his arms around me. Before I know it, we’re dancing.
    I don’t dare speak, afraid to ruin this beautiful moment between us. Our bodies are moving together an d our eyes are locked. It’s the moment where everything comes together and begins to make sense. I know as crazy as it is, my life will never be the same again after knowing this man. The thought both scares and excites me at the same time. I swallow when Jagger moves his head down, capturing my lips in a gentle caress.
    I whimper, as pleasure begins shooting through my body. My lips mould with his and he’s moving them over mine gently, softly - bringing me to heights I never thought I could find. He pulls me closer, and I tangle my fingers into the curl of hair at the base of his neck.
    “I need you, take me to bed Jagger, please…”
    He releases my lips and looks into my eyes again. Then, I’m being scooped into his arms and he walks me to his room. When he flicks the light on, I look around. I’ve never been into or seen Jagger’s room, but it’s very nice. He has a big four post king sized bed in the middle of the room, with dark maroon coverings. He has a big, black Persian rug on the floor and some very exquisite paintings on the walls.
    He walks over to the bed and lays me down gently, careful not to hurt me in anyway. I don’t break contact with his eyes as he removes my shirt and bra. His gaze, hungry and desperate, slides over my naked breasts. He kneels and takes my panties, and begins sliding them down my legs. When he tosses them aside, he begins kissing up my calves and thighs. I fall back, so desperate for more.
    When he reaches my throbbing sex, he takes my knees and pushes them gently so he can expose me to his hungry gaze. He strokes gently, sliding his finger over my clit and down over my damp sex. Then he brings his finger to his lips and sucks it, I groan and arch, that sight is so erotic. He leans down and slides his tongue from my entrance right up to my aching clit. I cry out and tangle my fingers through the bed sheets.
    “Jagger, God, please…”
    He sucks my clit into his mouth, drawing an intense shudder from my body. I writhe, so needy. He slides one finger inside me, and sucks my clit furiously until I’m bucking and screaming with a powerful release. He lets me go and kisses my thighs again, before moving up my body until he finds my scar. He kisses little circles all over it and then continues moving up until he reaches my nipples. He sucks each little bud until they form hard peaks, then he moves to my mouth. I can taste myself on him when he