Free If Only by Lisa M. Owens

his muscled body. “You like?” she questioned, her voice husky as she saw her husband’s reaction to the provocative lingerie.
    He swallowed as his eyes feasted on her. “Oh, yeah,” he replied, his mouth suddenly dry as the Sahara Desert.
    Bree’s hands roamed along the planes of his powerful calves, pausing only long enough for her fingertips to caress the telltale bulge beneath his zipper. She gave him a flirtatious wink as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and then reached for the metallic fastener playfully with her teeth.
    Scott groaned as her mouth painstakingly lowered the zipper, causing him to curse a blue streak under his breath. At this rate, he was going to explode before she had even managed to get his damn jeans off! With a frustrated moan, he clasped her wrists, lowering his body down on top of hers. “You’re taking your own sweet time, you teasing temptress!” he complained as he pressed his mouth hotly against hers, losing himself in the pleasure of her kiss.
    She could feel his erection pressing against the delicate lace of her underwear. As she lowered his jeans and then his briefs down his muscular hips, she realized the only fabric separating them was the thin material of her thong, which she found to be incredibly erotic. Only a wisp of lace was preventing their joining from occurring. And she intended to rectify that right now.
    He seemed to be having some difficulty breathing as he watched her stand before him and slowly begin to lower the turquoise fabric seductively down the length of her long and slender legs. She pushed the translucent material below her narrow hips before they fell in a puddle at her feet. Bree stepped out of the circle of fabric, picking them up in her hands and twirling the lace around her right index finger before beginning to do an erotic dance. She stood before him, her hips swaying temptingly as she approached him, dancing in small, slow circles with the scrap of dainty lace pressing against her satin-smooth skin.
    She almost erupted into laughter at her husband’s reaction. His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth, and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her, which made her feel sexy and empowered.
    She watched with fascination as her beautifully butt-naked husband stood and approached her, his stride cocky and confident. Her breathing slowed at the sight of his tanned and perfectly proportioned torso glistening with perspiration. She nibbled anxiously on her lower lip as she openly gawked at him, his strong and muscular body making her weak in the knees. She had to admit, Scott had a body to die for. He was hard in the right places. All the right places. The sight of his bare body would make any woman drool. And he was all hers. If only it could be forever…
    He crushed himself against her, their naked bodies entwined. His callused hands wound down the long length of her body, wandering down her sides, along the expanse of her narrow hips, before stopping to rest just beneath her backbone. Bree pressed her head against his chiseled chest, and she heard Scott curse underneath his breath.
    Bree gasped as he roughly grabbed her naked backside, his powerful erection pressing against her abdomen. His hands spanned her waist, lifting her off the plush carpeting and into his tight grasp, her legs wrapping around his back. She giggled with enthusiasm as he spun her around in slow lazy circles before he tossed her back down playfully onto the floral sofa.
    Scott’s breathing quickened as he stared at her in amazement. Her auburn curls were dangling down her bare back. He ran his hands slowly though her tresses, winding a few of the loose tendrils around his finger.
    She felt as though her body was on fire, and Scott was the only person who could fan out her flames before she became completely engulfed by the heat. She grabbed him by the nape, pushing his mouth to hers.
    Every thought seemed to leave his head as her lips lovingly caressed his. He swore he