Free Hunting Medusa: The Medusa Trilogy, Book 1 by Elizabeth Andrews Page A

smile filled with danger and desire. She shut her eyes when he urged her lower so he could capture her breast, his rough tongue sending goosebumps along her skin when it danced over her aching nipple.
    She caught his free hand and stretched his arm out, offering her body into his mouth and wildly hoping it was distraction enough.
    “Touch me,” he commanded, his breath scalding against her nipple. His fingers slid deep, then withdrew to stroke her wet folds.
    Andi reared up, reluctant to release him, but she undid the button on the front of his pants, the zipper. Found him bare and hard. Her fingers lingered over his flesh, tightening around the steely shaft before sliding up to the silky tip, already damp with his desire. She dared a peek and found his eyes shut. And his wrist was within reach of the open cuff attached to the bedstead.
    It suddenly occurred to her that he had the keys.
    She winced when her next move dislodged his fingers from her aching sheath, but his pants had to go. She pushed them down his long legs and paused to admire the strong muscles of his thighs, then stroked along hair-spattered calves. The boots delayed her a little, but he waited, his green eyes open now and dark with promise.
    The man was gorgeous. She pressed a kiss on his knee as she dropped his pants to the floor behind her. He was very nearly a god. She inhaled shakily while she stroked her hands up his thighs and captured his erection between them. His hips jerked up, and she kissed the smooth head, tasting salt and man.
    “I want to kiss you again, Andrea. I can’t get enough of your mouth,” he whispered, holding out one hand to her.
    She hesitated, knowing she’d reached the point of no return. She let him take her hand and straddled him, his heavy cock sliding easily along her wet folds. Gods, she wanted him.
    But if she could get away…
    She bent to catch his mouth with hers, then slid her tongue into his mouth. She moaned when he suckled it, hard. As if it was one of her nipples. “Let me touch you,” she breathed against his mouth, stretching his arms over his head—both of them this time. She kissed him while she dragged her hands down from his wrists past the dark scythe tattooed on the inside of his left bicep, to his chest. Still very aware of the erection so close to where she really needed it. She scratched her nails lightly over his nipples, and a rough, startled sound escaped him. She repeated the motion, and this time, his hips lifted, lodging the head of his cock just inside her.
    Andi gasped, then shifted up, off, quickly, and snapped his wrist into the cuff before she stumbled off the bed.
    She’d done it.
    Horrified, she dragged her gaze from the metal cuff around his wrist to his narrowed eyes, one hand clapped over her mouth.
    “I didn’t know you were into kinky,” he said slowly.
    Heat rushed to her face, and she shook her head, taking a step away.
    “You want my other hand, too? Then you can really have your way with me.” He held out his other arm, a dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
    “No,” she whispered, backing another step away. Still, her brain obliged her by bringing up that image behind her eyes. Her heartbeat stuttered.
    “Stop, Andrea.”
    She froze.
    “Come back here and kiss me.”
    Andi blinked. “I don’t have the key on me,” she said after a second. Duh. Of course she didn’t, since she was as naked as he was.
    “I’m not asking for the key, but for a kiss.”
    She knew he wanted the key. But his eyes were still dark with desire. She couldn’t stop her gaze from dropping lower. More heat burned her cheeks. Wow.
    “Andrea.” The tiny hint of accent in his voice made her shiver. “Just a kiss. For now.” He even stretched his free hand up to grip another bar on the headboard.
    She found herself taking a step toward him.
    “Come kiss me again, meli ,” he said, his voice even huskier.
    She swallowed hard, then moved nearer still.
    His hungry gaze made