Free Veiled Desire by Alisha Rai Page B

that was your turning point. Nice.”
    “Okay Peeping Jane. Who was ogling me through my windows? I just looked at you on a public beach. You violated my privacy.”
    “I’ll have you know that I was feeling things for you way before last week.”
    “Yeah? And it was all purely spiritual, I bet.” He watched her with a wicked smile. “You never once eyed my ass.”
    Her eyes sparkled. “Never.”
    “Yeah, right. I guess we can see who’s the honest one here.” He gently pushed her back against the mound of pillows. “Lie back. I’m hungry.”
    “Hungry for the cheesecake…or me?” Her smile was knowing. He loved that she didn’t have a lot of shyness. When Leyla decided to get involved with a man, she didn’t hold much back.
    “Both.” He took a spoonful of the cheesecake and delicately painted one nipple with the dessert. She gasped, either at the act or the coolness of the cake, he wasn’t sure. After giving the same treatment to the other nipple, he bent down and studied his handiwork.
    The brown tips of her breasts were barely visible through the chocolate of the cheesecake. He set about clearing the mess he’d made, first taking a few licks as if he were savoring an ice cream cone, and then enclosing each nipple in his mouth and sucking. Her hand threaded through his hair, tugging at the strands.
    He was so lost in the bliss of suckling the nipples he’d spent months dreaming about, he barely registered her increasingly frantic movements underneath him, her escalating breathy moans. When she scraped her nails down his back, the slight pain brought him back to reality. He slid a hand down her lithe body. All it took was a flutter of his fingers against her clit and she climaxed. He managed to lift his head to catch her in the last throes of her orgasm. She looked beautiful, her head thrown back, her dark hair a waterfall over the pillow.
    Her breasts rose and fell and he took a second to press a chaste kiss against each wet nipple. “Leyla, you’re amazing.”
    “Thank you. I’d say you should give yourself a pat on the back.”
    “No, it’s all you. I could see your nipples through that bikini, did you know that?”
    She laughed. “Seriously?”
    “Mmmm. I dreamed that I ripped your top off and fucked those pretty little breasts.”
    She inhaled, and he tried not to smile. His prim little Leyla liked a little dirty talk. “Want to try it?”
    “I’ve never… I’m kind of small.”
    He crawled up her lax body until he straddled her chest. He trailed a hand up between her breasts, and then centered his cock right between them. Mason pushed the mounds together until they created a warm valley. “The perfect size,” he said hoarsely.
    She looked up at him, her eyes big and brown, and he wished he could imprint the erotic sight right in his memory. He began to thrust, the weight of his balls dragging on her skin and creating another sort of friction. “Open your mouth. Lick me.”
    When he thrust toward her mouth, she did, and he moaned in rising pleasure and pinched her nipples in retribution.
    It just wasn’t enough, though, and he jerked away to kneel between her legs. He pulled her forward and up until she straddled his lap, and guided her down, down, down, until he penetrated her completely.
    The shocking heat and wetness surrounding him stunned him, and it took a second to realize why he felt so amazingly, mind-blowingly good. Their eyes locked, and he could see she realized it at the exact same time. “Mason…”
    He shuddered and remained absolutely still. “I know.”
    “I’m not on the pill.”
    The words were soft in the room, but she may as well have shouted them. Instead of yanking out of her with all possible haste, his cock swelled inside of her. She made a wordless exclamation and shifted in his grasp. He stilled her motions.
    The thought of pumping himself dry inside her unprotected body, of having her take his semen…of watching her grow round with his