Free Hands Off by Lia Slater Page B

exuded from every crinkle and tiny wrinkle on his face.
    “You look... happy,” she said.
    “You look shocked.” He chuckled—such a sweet sound. Then his lids lowered over his eyes and his expression transformed. “Also highly kissable.”
    “Yeah?” All her frustration dissipated as she leaned into him, instantly craving his taste.
    He dipped his head and took her mouth.
    She parted her lips, flicking her tongue against his lips. Yep, she was easy. At least when it came to Jude.
    He grinned against her mouth briefly before returning the favor, only with a raw passion. His tongue was thorough, skilled and hungry. Chemistry couldn’t define this strong attraction. Nothing could.
    She kicked off her sandals and hitched her leg up his, trusting him to keep her balance stable.
    Always trusting him.
    Her hands ran up his chest, appreciating the dips and cords of his muscles. Higher, she gripped his powerful shoulders and held on. She felt him yanking his shorts off in quick jerks until they fell to the floor.
    And then he lifted her, palming her ass and hoisting her up the window. She fully wrapped her legs around his hips, clenching her thighs to hold him close. Anyone with a cheap pair of binoculars could get an eyeful if they so wished.
    But she couldn’t seem to give a damn as his cock found her entrance and pushed inside. She was wet and ready for him. For Jude. Only Jude.
    “Naomi,” he murmured against her neck, licking her throat. Then sucking hard, more than likely marking her—as if he weren’t in his right mind.
    She liked that she had the power to turn safe, reserved Jude into a passionate lover—the same man who’d undoubtedly regret and profusely apologize for giving her a hickey.
    Encouraging him, she tilted her head, baring her skin. His lips skimmed her neckline to her shoulder, tasting and kissing.
    At the same time, he jutted his pelvis upward, driving his shaft into her, grazing a new delicious area... so deep his balls brushed her ass.
    Her five senses were alive and well.  
    “So much better than chocolate,” she murmured, her own mind fuzzy with lust.
    “No chocolate. Just me.”  
    “Perfect.” To confirm, she went in for another kiss, not able to get enough of him.
    Her head spun and her body buzzed. She’d barely noticed when they sank to the soft wool rug in a heap of eager need. Jude’s body covered hers as he drove deep inside of her.
    Her legs entwined around his. She moaned as he shifted his hips forward again and again. His hand on her ass squeezed her flesh and lifted her to meet his thrusts.
    She kissed his jaw, his chin, his lips, tasting his salty skin, ingesting all that was him. Her hands roamed over his broad back... over his puckered scars. Muscles bunched under her fingertips.
    God, her core was on fire—her pussy full with his pounding cock and so wet her juices dripped down her crevice. The cadence built up a sweet pressure.
    His groans vibrated in his chest, pressed up against her breasts. Her nipples beaded tight against his solid torso.
    She arched up as the rush of climax crashed over her. The wave pulsed low and hard, rushing through her, quaking her to her toes. Her fingers dug into his back, her cries muted as she crushed her mouth to his shoulder.
    “You... fuck... so...good,” came muffled from her lips.
    “Ahh...” Jude drove in twice more.
    Naomi studied him as his eyes rolled shut, his full lips pressed tight, and he shuddered, coming hard. The same wave seemed to roll over him, hot and thorough. Then his body slackened, his weight smoldering her body.
    She didn’t know how the man managed to look sexy when he reached orgasm. But he did. She smiled and kissed his jaw, then his lips.
    He returned the favor with a lazy grin and carefully rolled to his back, taking her with him.
    Naomi laughed, her mind and body relaxed, deeply satiated. She cuddled up to him, loving how she fit in the crook of his arm.
    Several silent minutes passed as they lay