Free Waking Eden (The Eden Series Book 3) by Rhenna Morgan Page A

it into the cable modem.”
    The what?
    She dropped her hand. The cord dangled between her fingers, her muscles unresponsive to anything but the man behind her. “I…”
    His hand at her hip slid in and splayed low across her belly, nearly hip to hip. Powerful and confident.
    He pressed his hips into her back, the package she’d ogled needing absolutely no imagination now.
    A low, frustrated growl rumbled from his chest. “Turn around.”
    She turned on autopilot.
    He braced one hand on the bookshelf and cupped her face with the other. His fingertips pressed against her scalp, the urgency of his touch prickling all the way down her spine. His breath fanned warm against her face. “Have you ever kissed a man, Trinity?”
    The proximity of his lips brought a tingle to her own. Her voice sounded different. A little broken and a lot breathless. “A small one. Quick.”
    He leaned closer. The side of his nose grazed hers as he splayed the hand he’d braced against the bookcase to the small of her back. “Tell me you want more.”
    Huh? Why was he talking? Her entire world centered on his mouth, the plush, wet contact she’d always fantasized about the only thing worth entertaining.
    “I won’t take what you don’t offer.” The arm around her back tightened. “Tell me.”
    “Yes.” A million times yes, if he’d shut up and get with the program.
    His mouth tilted in a wicked grin and he cupped the back of her head, hair tangled in his fingers. “I promise.” His lips skated over hers in a teasing whisper and his husky voice rattled her senses. “This won’t be small. Or quick.”
    The claim crashed over her a second before his mouth captured hers.
    Perfect. So full and warm, their breath mingling as he licked the seam of her lips.
    She parted them, eager for more of his taste, the faint trace of beer, but something more powerful behind it. Him. Rich and frighteningly addictive.
    He groaned into her mouth, his tongue encouraging her for more. He shifted his stance and muttered against her lips. “I was right. You taste like sunshine, too.”
    Her shoulders and back met wood. The bookcase.
    He tilted her head and deepened the kiss, hands at either side of her neck.
    She didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Couldn’t care less. Not so long as he kept kissing. Stroking those perfect lips of his back and forth, licking into her mouth to tangle his tongue with hers.
    Cool air assailed her stomach and his rough, erotic stroke teased above the waistline of her skirt.
    Her cardigan was gone, only the tank from her sweater set still in place. When had that happened?
    Her heart tumbled and her fingers tightened in his hair. Intimacy. This was what it felt like. Explosive and languid all at once, nerve endings on high alert and laid bare for contact.
    She moaned and arched into his touch, needing more. Higher. Preferably without the confines of her bra, which felt two sizes too small.
    Ramsay kissed along her jaw, down her neck. “A kiss isn’t enough.” He nipped her earlobe, his thumbs teasing the undersides of her breasts through the silk covering them. “I want more.”
    So did she. Hours of it. Starting right now. She fisted the hem of his T-shirt and tugged, slipping her hands underneath. Hot skin and hard muscle rippled beneath her palms. Amazing. So alive and powerful.
    A hiss sounded at her ear. “I’ll take that as a yes.” In one smooth move, he peeled her sweater up and over her head, tossed it to the floor, and froze.

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    R amsay stared at the ancient black filigree pendant dangling between the swells of Trinity’s breasts, the shock of Lexi’s mark ripping his lust from underneath him.
    Somewhere in the night he’d forgotten his mission. Gotten lost in Trinity’s bright, crisp scent and her warm, sweet taste, eager to see what lay beneath her prim and proper sweaters, only to crash head-on into what had brought him here in the first place.
    “Did I do something wrong?” Her