Free Relentless Lord by Amy Sandas

juncture of her thighs. His erection was hard and insistent against her hip. He swept his tongue into her mouth and its velvety glide sent her senses spinning.
    She arched up into him, seeking the press of his chest against her breasts.
    No. She wanted more than that. She wanted to feel his body beneath her hands.
    She planted her foot against the mattress and pushed at him, angling him off to the side. He resisted at first, but when she nipped at his lips with her teeth, he acquiesced with a short laugh. As he rolled onto his back, she followed and rose up over him. Sitting beside him, resting on one hip, she looked down at his outstretched form. The muscles of his arms, chest and abdomen were more defined than she had expected. She lifted her hand to trail a light touch over the contours of his body.
    At her first exploratory caress, he propped his hands behind his head, essentially giving her free rein. Hannah met his hooded gaze and smiled, feeling a sudden rush of sensual power at having such a man lying patiently in wait for her to satisfy her curiosity. Holding his gaze, she circled the flat discs of his masculine nipples. She delighted in how they puckered to small points against the pad of her index finger while gooseflesh rose on his skin.
    As if sensing her enjoyment, he chuckled low in his throat.
    Emboldened, she trailed her hand up over the bulge of one biceps and leaned forward to flick her tongue against his nipple. His chuckle slid into a swiftly drawn breath. The planes of his stomach tightened visibly, drawing Hannah’s attention. She shifted to press a kiss just below his lowest rib.
    His breath caught.
    She ran the tip of her tongue down the center of his abdomen to his navel.
    He exhaled with a whoosh.
    Sitting tall again, Hannah eyed the obvious ridge of his desire still concealed by his breeches. Without hesitation, she released the fastenings, wanting nothing more than to see him, touch him. His erection came free, reaching up along his belly. Hannah tugged his breeches lower until Miles lifted his hips to allow her to pull them down his thighs. From there, he used his feet to kick them the rest of the way off.
    Hannah sat back, running her gaze over his body finally revealed in its entirety. He was stunning. Purely male. She had seen men in various forms of undress before. African natives who did not have the same need for modesty as the western world. But never had she been so affected by the sight of male anatomy.
    Her mouth was suddenly dry and her fingertips buzzed. Deep inside, melting heat overtook her, bringing a throbbing wetness to the juncture of her thighs. She pressed her legs together and rolled her lips in between her teeth.
    As she looked her fill, gazing intently at all the ways he was formed so differently from her, he lay there still but not relaxed. His muscles tensed and twitched as her gaze passed over them. And when she allowed herself the pleasure of observing his erection, she noticed how it throbbed and pulsed against his belly. How it impossibly appeared to grow even more while she watched it.
    “Touch me, Hannah,” he said. His voice was strangled and tight.
    Hannah glanced up to see his jaw clenched so hard it looked like marble and his eyes locked fiercely on her face.
    “Touch me,” he repeated.
    Hannah lifted her hand to run just the tip of her finger up his length, from the base to tip. He was hot and smooth. She circled her finger around the ridged head and then teased the small slitted opening, causing moisture to seep in the wake of her finger. Curious, she ran her thumb through the droplet, spreading the silken issue over his tip.
    The muscles of his buttocks clenched as he lifted his hips, as though trying to press himself more fully into her hand.
    Hannah laughed softly but gave him what he wanted and wrapped her fingers around him.
    He groaned.
    She squeezed.
    He tensed his buttocks again, thrusting himself against her palm. She slid her hand along his