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

needed him. Now.
    “Not even close.”
    “Yes.” Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tugged him up. “I want to see you, too, remember?”
    His smile was slow and wicked. “Do you need your glasses?”
    “Not if you back up a little.”
    Standing at the side of the bed, he took two steps back, then yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside. He removed his wallet, fished out two condoms, and put them on the bedside table. Sitting again, he bent to remove his shoes and socks.
    Even with her vision a little blurry, he looked too good to resist. Lisa sat up and hugged her breasts against his gorgeous, solid back. That felt so good, she came to her knees and ran her hands over him. Hart sort of froze, going very still and quiet.
    She kissed his ear, breathed in the delicious hot scent of his skin, and explored all those incredible muscles in his shoulders, his biceps, and over to his chest.
    He caught her hands. “Okay, woman. I get the point. Let me lose the jeans, and we’re in business.”
    Sitting back on the bed, Lisa laughed. It was a husky, excited laugh. She watched as Hart turned to face her, opened his jeans, and pushed them—with his boxers—down to the floor. He kicked free and stepped over to the mattress.
    Doing a long, slow inhale, Lisa took in the exquisite sight of him. “A man couldn’t be more beautiful.”
    He caught her panties and dragged them down her legs. “I don’t know about beautiful, but I’m so hard, I’m about to explode.”
    While looking at her reclining body, he grabbed for a condom, opened the package, and rolled the condom on.
    Lisa held her arms out to him. It didn’t matter that she was crossways on the bed. It didn’t matter that she wanted to touch him, explore him more. For now, she needed him.
    He was so tall that once he stretched out over her again, his legs were hanging over the side. To accommodate the position, Hart pulled her to the edge of the mattress and pushed her knees back.
    Being so exposed left Lisa both shy and turned on. Her breath caught, and then she felt him against her. His big hands held her knees, pushed them farther back, and all the while he watched as his erection slowly pressed into her. It was erotic, and exciting.
    Watching his face, Lisa saw the way heat colored his high cheekbones, how his eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. Muscles flexed and clenched in his chest and shoulders—and then he closed his eyes with a groan and sank into her.
    Her breath caught. It felt so right to be like this with him, so perfect.
    He levered down over her, saying, “Put your legs around my waist.”
    And then they were moving together, both of them fevered, kissing, touching, the sensations escalating too fast.
    Lisa freed her mouth to cry out. He pressed his face into her throat and strained against her. Arching up, squeezing him with her legs, she held him as tight as she could—and then the most astounding climax rolled through her.
    Vaguely, she heard Hart coming, too, his groan raw and deep, his mouth opened on her neck.
    Minutes passed, and she continued to regain her breath with Hart’s weight comfortably over her. Finally, he struggled up to his elbows and looked down at her. “Not bad. For starters.”
    She giggled, and then the giggles spread and she was laughing aloud.
    He cocked a brow, but when she continued, he rubbed his nose against her temple, her heated shoulder. “I want to eat you up, woman,” he whispered, and her giggles died a fast death.
    For the next two hours he was relentless, saving, he said, the other condom by making her come twice again before joining with her.
    Lisa had never known so much sexual indulgence, but she’d have no qualms in quickly getting familiar. With Hart.
    And only with Hart.
    It was after two in the morning when he pulled her around in the bed so that her head rested on a pillow. Like a true gentleman, he tucked her in, and even pressed a kiss to her forehead.
    When he started to move away, she