Free Friends With Benefits by Anne Lange Page A

sound she didn’t know. He adjusted his stance until they touched chest to chest, hip to hip. The hard, long, thick ridge of his cock pressed against her stomach. Relief coursed through her at the knowledge that the attraction wasn’t one-sided. Other than Tyler, she hadn’t been in many relationships. Not that this was a relationship. This was sex. With a stranger. A fantasy her husband wanted her to experience. In fact, urged her to act on.
    He nipped and licked his way around to her face, and then pulled away to peer down at her. His eyes darkened. In all the stories she’d read, they always talked about being able to see heat or hunger in the other person’s eyes. She’d never paid that close attention with Tyler. Why not? She knew he loved her—never questioned it—but she’d never thought to search for any sort of deep emotion in his eyes when they made love. She just knew it was there.
    But she noticed now. Connor’s eyes smoldered. He didn’t say a word, simply stared at her, his face coming closer and closer as he lowered his head toward hers. His gaze dipped to her lips, located the target, and then darted back to her eyes.
    At last they connected. He gave her a gentle kiss, surprising her with the light touch. Soft at first, he settled his mouth to hers, holding still for the briefest of moments, and then he started to move, rubbing back and forth. The caress continued. She sighed and relaxed, opening the tiniest bit as she did. His tongue slipped in, grazed hers, and at that first contact fire erupted.
    A low groan rumbled up through his chest, and he squeezed her. His demeanor changed from soft and gentle to firm and demanding as he pressed into her, pushing her back firmly against the wall of the pool.
    She clung to him, responding to his hunger with appetite of her own. A tingle of nerves rushed through her as an image of Tyler popped into her head, while she allowed this other man to embrace her, to kiss her. Convention dictated she push him away, but she didn’t.
    When they split apart, both breathing as if they’d swam the English Channel, Angela felt heat in her cheeks. The man could kiss. He raised his hands to cup both sides of her face, his body holding hers in place, and devoured her once more.
    There was no mistaking his desire. She suppressed a giggle at the position she found herself in—standing in her pool, making out with a stranger, primed and ready to combust.
    Leaning down, he reached a hand under her right knee and lifted her, bringing her leg up to circle his hip. Instinct brought her other one up, so she could wrap both around this taut body. She clutched him, his hardness snug against her center, turning this situation into one of the most erotic things she’d done in a long, long time. Why hadn’t she and Tyler ever considered making love in the pool? She would have thought the coolness of the water would negate the heat generated by their bodies—but no.
    With her back pressed against the pool, and her legs draped around his waist, his hands moved to cup her breasts. He scraped his thumbs over her nipples through the top of her swimsuit. Pebbled and achy, they strained toward him, rigid and begging for his undivided attention. She arched her back, pushing her chest into his hands.
    A moan bubbled free. This felt exquisite. As he played with her breasts, his hips rocked into her pelvis. Without the transfer of words, they continued to caress each other.
    She slid her hands down between their bodies to rub the tip of his erection. She ached to grip the whole length of him. To feel the steel wrapped in a silky, soft covering. She wanted to feel him hot and hard inside her body.
    The level of desire she felt for a man who wasn’t her husband shook her up at bit and left her a little rattled. But, now that she’d set foot on this path she couldn’t seem to stop. She didn’t want to. Her husband’s image floated into her head. She pictured him sporting a wicked grin, his