Free Double the Heat by Deirdre Martin, Lori Foster, Elizabeth Bevarly, Christie Ridgway Page A

dropped her purse and keys on the entry table, and headed for her bedroom. She was so anxious to have him again that she could barely contain her excitement.
    She was seated on the side of the bed, removing her shoes, when Hart stepped into the room. He paused, looked at her, and then the lighted bedside lamp, and he smiled.
    Coming to stand in front of her, he carefully lifted away her eyeglasses. He set them on the nightstand, and then bore her down on the bed so that she had to give up on the shoe and concentrate on his broad shoulders instead.
    “I feel like a kid on Christmas morning,” he rumbled before kissing her jaw, her throat, up to her ear. Carefully, he eased his weight onto her, one hand on her cheek, the other braced over her head. “Let me unwrap my gifts myself, okay?”
    Her heart raced, especially when he nibbled his way to her mouth, then treated her to a deep, damp, hot kiss. She wove her fingers into his silky hair and held on, so hungry for him that she didn’t care what he did, as long as he got on with it.
    When he lifted his head and moved to the side of her, his hand now on her waist, Lisa said, “You’re not the only one who’s been celibate, Hart. So as much as I appreciate finesse, I’d just as soon get down to business.”
    “You went without too?”
    How could she really want any other man after having him? “I’m discriminating,” she said.
    He was staring at her cleavage. “I’ll try to make it worth the wait.”
    Her toes curled.
    Then his hand settled over her breast, and she sucked in a breath.
    Watching his hand as he cuddled her through the material of her dress and her demi bra, he said, “I love this dress. Talk about a tease, with all the buttons right there.” His dark eyes came up to clash with hers. “It was the same with that damned blouse you wore. The one with the tie at the throat.”
    Lisa didn’t understand, but with his thumb circling her puckered nipple, she couldn’t even think.
    “I kept imagining pulling that tie open.” He gave a low growl. “I love the idea of undressing you.”
    Lisa closed her eyes to gather herself. “Okay. Then how about you get on with it?”
    Grinning, Hart leaned down to kiss her mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
    But instead, he wedged his hand into the neckline of her dress and cupped her bare breast.
    “Hart!”
    “You feel so damn good.” He leaned down to kiss her again, smothering her protests. She reached for him, pulling him close, already on the edge of desperate need.
    His tongue did wicked things with hers, and she accepted that he was an awesome kisser, the best she’d ever known. When he kissed his way down her throat to her chest, she abruptly realized that he’d been opening buttons and she hadn’t noticed.
    He caught the edge of her bra cup, pulled it down, and then his hot mouth closed over her nipple.
    She arched off the bed with a groan.
    He pressed her back down, and spent far too long feasting on her, first on one nipple, then the other. She was frantic by the time he sat up beside her and finished unbuttoning her dress, then spread the material open.
    At the sight of her thigh-high hose and small panties, his eyes narrowed.
    “You are so fucking sexy . . .”
    Coarse language had always been an irritant to her. Now, in that guttural, affected tone, it thrilled her.
    Watching his face, Lisa reached for the front clasp of her bra and unhooked it. Her breasts felt tender, swollen, from all his attention. She needed no more encouragement.
    But when she started to sit up, he flattened a hand over her belly. “Let me.”
    He took his time stripping off her shoes and rolling down her nylons. After slipping an arm behind her shoulders, he lifted her up only long enough to remove the dress and bra, and ease them out from under her. Left only in her panties, she waited for him.
    His hand cupped over her sex. He bent to kiss her belly, her hip bones.
    “Hart, that’s enough.” She was trembling, so hot. She