Free Take Me Under by Rhyannon Byrd Page B

want to talk about work or my phone, Reese. So just shut up and let me kiss you.”
    Her voice was little more than a whisper. “I already let you kiss me. Last night.”
    Her eyes slid closed, but she could feel him smile against her mouth. “Then let me do it again. I get better with repetition.”
    She laughed, unable to believe she could be so turned on when he’d barely even touched her. Then she gasped as his hands slipped under the hem of her sleep shirt and settled on her hips. “I thought we were going to have breakfast,” she said, gripping his biceps.
    “But you were complaining earlier about how I left you hanging last night.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I think we should take care of that first.”
    Reese moaned, almost sobbing with anticipation, until he finally took her mouth in a deep, eating, toe-curling kiss. The guy did things with his tongue that should have been outlawed, and she drowned under the onslaught of heat and excitement, her heart tripping as he suddenly moved his right hand, shoving it down the front of her panties. Rough fingertips softly stroked her damp folds, separating them, brushing over screamingly sensitive flesh. He made a hard, guttural sound and pushed one big finger inside her, her hips jerking as she felt that heavy penetration roll through every part of her, blindsiding her senses.
    “You’re already drenched,” he groaned against her lips, sending another long finger in beside the first. The pressure was full and hot, his fingers curling with expert skill to rub against that hypersensitive bundle of nerves inside her. The feeling was so intense she had to break away from the kiss, gasping for breath.
    “Ben,”
she panted, shivering from the top of her head down to her toes. Her brain was shot, but her body was so happy that she just didn’t give a damn.
    “Three fingers now,” he said in a low rumble, grazing his teeth down the side of her throat.
    She was already so stretched around him, so full inside, the idea of taking more snapped her out of the pleasure-haze fogging her brain, jerking her back to awareness. “You must be joking,” she gasped, grabbing hold of his wrist with both hands when he started working that third digit in beside the others. “That’s too much.”
    “Shh. Don’t panic.” He caught her earlobe in his teeth, biting gently as he worked that third finger inexorably deeper. “You can take it.”
    “No, I can’t.”
    He pulled back his head, looking her right in the eye. His stare was deep and measuring, smoky and hot. “You
have
to. Because one way or another, I
am
getting my dick in you, Reese.”
    “I saw enough of you earlier to know that you’re big, but are you saying that you’re as big as three fingers? Your fingers are huge!”
    The corner of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head.
    She blew out a relieved breath. “I didn’t think so.”
    Leaning down, he nipped her bottom lip. “I’m bigger.”
    Her eyes went wide. “Seriously? You’re joking, right?”
    Very slowly, he took his fingers out of her and pulled her hand to his crotch, pressing her palm against the rigid flesh pushing against his fly. He held her hand close to the base, and her breath sucked in on another sharp gasp. The first words that popped out of her mouth caught her completely by surprise. “You actually thought you were getting this thing in my ass?”
    He blinked, and then his head went back as a deep, rumbling laugh surged up from his chest, making her face go hot.
    “It’s not nice to laugh,” she muttered.
    “I know, I’m sorry. But you keep taking me by surprise.” He lowered his head to look at her, another crooked grin flirting with those firm, sensual lips. “I like it.”
    She couldn’t stop from rolling her eyes. “So glad you find me hilarious.”
    “I find you refreshing,” he told her, his voice husky and low. He seemed to be searching for what he wanted to say next, while his gaze moved slowly over her