Free If You Dare by Jessica Lemmon Page A

blankets. He tugged at her remaining clothing, dragging off her pants and panties, socks and shoes, and dropping them somewhere in the dark.
    She heard his zipper next, and her heart thudded out the excitement flitting through her veins. This was really happening. She was going to feel all that hard male muscle up close and oh-so-personal. She heard the rasp of denim and felt the shift of weight as he removed his jeans and dropped his boots with one thud followed by another. The crinkle of a foil packet told her he’d been carrying a condom, and for that bit of Boy Scout preparedness, she would be eternally grateful.
    “Pleasured by an ax-wielding madman,” she said with an exaggerated sigh.
    A deep chuckle penetrated the silence and sent a flutter of feather-light tingles up her naked body. His knees were between her legs as he worked the condom over his length. She hadn’t seen him, but she’d felt him.
    And yeah.
    Length .
    A smile she couldn’t prevent spread across her face as his hands landed on either side of her hips. She wanted to feel him inside her, the size of him stretching her, the delicious weight of his body when he came down over her.
    Moonlight sliced through the boards in the window, highlighting one of his thick, hair-covered thighs. He leaned forward and the beam caressed his rippling torso, then his forearm where her hand rested. She caught a glimpse of his face next, and he gave her a genuine, sexy smile before lowering his lashes to take her in. Where she lay, the light crisscrossed her body, a slash across one thigh and the opposite calf. He moved his arm and the moonlight lit the red-blond hair between her legs.
    Starting at her ankle, Marcus caressed his fingers up the back of her calf to the inside of her thigh. Her legs fell open, the pulse between them a steady beat, as gooseflesh rose on her skin in response to the opposing warmth of his fingers and the chill of the room.
    His eyes on the triangle of curls between her legs, he murmured. “ Au naturale ,” not sounding the least bit disappointed.
    She covered herself with one hand. “I didn’t exactly plan on…uh…company.”
    “You misread my tone,” he said in a near growl. With a gentle touch, he moved her hand aside and fed his fingers through the fine hair between her legs. “I like you this way.” He stroked his finger along her wetness and delved inside, slowly, deeply.
    She shuddered.
    “Lil,” he said, his voice holding a reverence she’d never heard before. He slid into her again. “So wet,” he whispered as she gasped.
    “Mmm,” was all she could manage while his talented fingers worked their magic at the V of her thighs. He added his thumb, stroking her while she made a series of nonsensical sounds. Then he pulled his hand away, and she let out a soft little whine.
    “Your nipples are perfect.”
    She laughed. Out of embarrassment for her carnal reaction or because his compliment sounded so heartfelt, she wasn’t sure which. Again she latched onto the banter that might help her find her footing. “I’m sure you know what you’re talking about, having seeing a few hundred pairs.”
    He neither confirmed nor denied, only spoke with quiet authority. “Trust me, Lil, they don’t all look like yours.” Lowering his head, he took one on his tongue in the faint light slanting over her chest. He must have known she watched, because he spared her a glance. “Delicious.”
    He licked his bottom lip, then drew the flat of his tongue slowly over her again. She shifted beneath him, unable to stop watching his slow assault, unable to keep from pressing her hips against the part of him she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.
    “I want to see yours,” she insisted, her voice weak. So weak.
    “No,” he said, not moving away from her breasts.
    Her hands in his hair, she wasn’t sure whether to guide him or pull him away. She was dying a little, in a very good way. “Why?” she breathed. Unable to keep from