Free If Only by Lisa M. Owens Page A

couldn’t have formed a coherent thought if his life had depended on it. Her tongue stroked the moist cavern of his mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his chiseled body ever closer to hers. There was no space between them as she groaned hungrily into his opened mouth, her teeth nipping on the tip of his tongue. “You taunting tease,” he growled into the inner curve of her ear as his hands brushed against the delicate column of her throat.
    “And just admit it, you love it,” she retorted with a throaty chuckle as she bent her head back to accommodate his lips as he rained a path of tender kisses down the nape of her neck.
    Scott grinned down at her, his chocolate brown gaze warm and inviting as he began to nibble provocatively on her uncovered shoulder, running his hand up and down her smooth ivory skin. “I love you,” he confessed with a sexy smile as he ran a hand through her curls. He looked deep into the depths of her emerald eyes glazed with passion, and then at her rose-colored lips, a slow smile spreading across his features.
    “And I love you,” she returned as her hands ran up and down the length of his expansive chest. Her fingertips brushed against one of his dark nipples and then the other. She grinned when his body tightened at her touch.
    “Bree!” he groaned aloud as her fingers raked across his nipples, taunting him. “What are you doing to me, woman?” he questioned, his voice rough.
    Her emerald eyes darkened with desire as she replied with a sly smile, “I’m making love to my husband.” After giving him a mischievous grin, she took him into her mouth, her teeth gently grazing his sensitive flesh.
    Scott growled with impatience as he clasped his wife by the shoulders and pushed her back against the arm of the sofa. Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her lips against his.
    Bree gasped as his callused hands lovingly stroked the sensitive core of her femininity, gently parting her womanly flesh as he entered her in a single swift motion. She groaned with feminine satisfaction as she tightened her slender legs around his taut midsection, the movement plunging him even deeper into her slick, sweat-soaked, aroused body. She closed her eyes as waves of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out when she reached her climax, her body shuddering violently against his in the aftermath of her pleasure.
    His hands cupped the sides of her waist, pressing her naked body to his. He brushed a wayward auburn curl off her forehead before kissing her temple. Softly, he murmured, “Even after almost two years of marriage, every time we make love, it’s like the first time.”
    She smiled to herself as she snuggled her body up against his. “So it was as good for you as it was for me?” she questioned with an innocent grin.
    Scott reached for her and tackled her body against the back of the sofa. Bree gasped when she felt his throbbing manhood pressed against her thigh. “What do you think?” he inquired, his voice husky.
    She laughed as she reached out and cradled his hardened manhood in her hands. “Feels just right to me,” she murmured. She couldn’t help but smile when she heard her husband laugh. It warmed her heart to know she could bring him a small amount of happiness, even when he was going through a difficult time. She cupped her stomach with both hands in a protective gesture. She and the baby would help him through this tragedy. He needed them, just as they needed him.
    He followed her movement out of the corner of his eye as her hands cradled the curve of her abdomen. His hands snaked down, his strong fingers threading through hers. He stared down at his wife, who was nibbling on her lower lip. “What’s wrong, baby?” he queried with a slight smile.
    Bree faced him, her emerald green gaze shining with unshed tears. “The doctor called while you were gone.” Scott’s body stiffened beneath her.
    “Is something wrong?” he questioned sharply.