Free Wicked Pleasures by Tori Carrington Page A

had to key in every time she came and went. She couldn’t imagine how much the sophisticated equipment would cost on the open market, but she did offer to pay him in installments for the value. He’d refused.
    So she’d gone about showing her appreciation in a completely different way…
    Now, after two hours of hot sex, they lay back in bed, Regina finding it almost impossible to believe just a short time ago she’d been terrified, afraid she’d never feel safe in her own apartment again.
    She stretched from where she lay stomach down against the mattress, running her bare leg against his, her sex swollen and on fire…and hungry for more.
    She’d never experienced this sort of insatiable desire for someone before. No matter how long they went, she wanted more. And still more after that.
    “Damn, what you do to me,” he murmured as if hearing her thoughts.
    She hummed her response and leaned her hip against his. She felt boneless, completely and utterly satisfied.
    She felt his hand on her bottom, the heat of his touch radiating everywhere.
    Oh, boy…
    She wiggled suggestively.
    “You can’t possibly want more.” His voice was rough.
    She hummed again.
    “Aw, hell…you’re going to be the death of me…”
    His hand nudged toward the apex of her thighs from behind and she caught her breath. “Yeah, but what a way to go, huh?”
    Linc rolled toward her and up to all fours. He sheathed himself, nudged her knees apart with his and then grasped her hips. She all too willingly lifted to her knees, sighing when she felt his tongue against her back, igniting tiny little flames everywhere it lapped. She stretched her neck, giving him access to the nape. He bit down slightly and she gasped, the chance to catch her breath denied her when he positioned himself against her from behind.
    She moaned, wanting him inside her. A wish he didn’t immediately grant her as he curved a hand around her hip and found her clit from the front, giving a gentle pinch.
    Regina threw her head back and raised so her arms supported her, giving her the leverage she needed to bear back against him. But rather than give her what she wanted, he compensated for the move, continuing to stroke her from the front and run the thick, hard length of his erection between her swollen folds from behind.
    She swallowed hard, her entire body seeming to tremble from head to foot.
    “Please…” Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears.
    She rocked forward and back in rhythm to his strokes, attempting to force entrance whenever the tip of his erection rested near the core of her wetness.
    Finally he repositioned himself where she wanted to feel him most and entered her slightly.
    She moaned in sweet abandon…then groaned when he withdrew again.
    By the time he entered to the hilt, her womb contracted and she reached crisis level. But rather than stop, Linc continued his deep strokes, drawing out her orgasm and coaxing her back to join him.
    Regina had never felt so possessed by something larger than herself. So at the mercy of her emotions, sheer, blissful sensation. She barely recognized herself in the woman she’d become, one given over to abandon, unfettered, unleashed.
    She lifted until she was kneeling, reaching behind her to grasp Linc’s hips. She turned her mouth into his kiss, the world little more than a hazy red cloud around them.
    Linc took advantage of her new position, curving one hand up to cup her breast, the other to stroke her externally even as he continued internally.
    Regina never wanted it to end…never wanted him to withdraw…to stop. She wanted them to remain as they were, right that moment, forever.
    He rocked into her even as she arched into him, tension swirling and tightening deep in her belly, with each pinch of her nipple, every flick of her clit, the shear sensation of him filling her.
    He groaned into her ear, his hand coming up to cup her chin possessively, holding her still as his rhythm increased. She arched her