Free First Temptation by Joan Swan

kiss burned with raw emotion, white-hot desire, insatiable need. Zoe’s mind slipped away. She wrapped an arm back and around his head, pulling him into her with a sudden, urgent need to experience him. All of him.
    He released her face, pushed his hand under her shirt again, and slid his fingers beneath the front clasp of her bra. With one twist, the fabric opened, and Taft’s big hand supported the curve of her breast.
    She pulled a breath at the sudden, electric feel of her skin tightening under his touch. Her nipple squeezed into a bud so tight she moaned with the thrill of it, and he hadn’t even brushed her with his fingertips yet.
    Her need had grown explosive within minutes of letting go of the intangible obstacles between them, within minutes of having his hands and mouth unrestrained on her. The thought of what this man would be capable of making her feel when they turned up the heat both frightened and thrilled Zoe.
    Her desperation poured into the kiss. But Zoe couldn’t get enough of the texture of his tongue, or the movement of his lips. She wanted to turn, climb up his body, wrap her legs around his hips, run her hands over his muscles…
    “Taft…” she murmured into his mouth, begging for something she couldn’t name. “Taft…Taft…”
    His mouth slipped to her throat, and he groaned, rocking his hips hard against her ass. The thrust pushed her hips forward and his hand deeper between her legs. And jolted Zoe right to the edge of ecstasy.
    Her body flooded with heat and pleasure. Insane frantic fuck-me- please sensations exploded in her sex and sent delicious teasing tendrils toward her ass, down her thighs and deep, deep into her belly.
    “Oh God, yes . Fuck, Taft. Yes …”
    He swore, then kicked her feet apart and ripped open her jeans. Then his hand was filling the space between her spread thighs. His big, hot, strong, blessed hand. Instantly adding the sizzle of relief to her peaking need.
    Which lasted exactly half a second.
    Because his fingers moved, sweeping over her swollen, slick lips. A sound strangled in Zoe’s throat. Her eyes fell closed as pleasure shot out from the center of her body and sank into every limb, every muscle.
    “ God .” She wasn’t sure if the word came out of her mouth, but she tried. Because she didn’t want him to stop. She rocked and rolled her hips to the movement. Rubbing the hard line of his cock with her ass, wishing she could wait to feel him inside her but knowing she couldn’t. And the next second forgetting what she’d been wishing for because she had sheer perfection between her legs right now, doing things she couldn’t describe but that made her writhe and rock and thrust. Made her gasp and moan and want to beg if she could only breathe well enough to speak.
    “You’re so wet, Zoe. So soft,” he rasped near her ear as he bit down on her shoulder and added pressure with his fingers. A heady sensation of fullness, pressure, and heat flooded her pelvis and made her eyes roll back in her head. Made the muscles of her back contract and arch. “I love your body. Love the way you respond. Move with me, baby.”
    Zoe used her arms to rock her body into his touch. “Taft…”
    He bit her ear, then whispered, “I’m going to make you come, but we’re not done. Not even close. I’m only giving you relief. And prepping you for the next one. And the one after that. I’m going to keep going until you come so hard you scream.”
    Zoe whimpered. She opened her eyes, unable to believe the sound had come from her own throat. Then Taft pressed two of those thick, practiced fingers inside her, and Zoe couldn’t focus on anything but the way he filled her.
    Her eyes opened. Her breath siphoned into her lungs. Her stomach muscles clenched. She gripped the table until her hands went numb. Just when she was going to rock her hips, he pulled out—just a little—then pushed deeper.
    “Ah…” she cried, hovering so close to the edge of orgasm she could