Free All In by Aleah Barley Page A

Their bodies fit together perfectly. His erection settled against the crease of her hipbone and blood rushed downward.
    Her entire body went rigid.
    “Fuck.” His mouth separated from hers.
    “That’s one,” Daisy said.
    It took him a minute to realize that she was counting kisses, just like he’d told her.
    “One,” he agreed. “Can I ask you a favor?”
    “Maybe.” She frowned. “What’s the favor?”
    That was the Daisy he knew. Always in control. Never give an inch. Tit for tat. Only, she wasn’t always like that. Sometimes she was breathless and warm in his arms, her defenses falling with a single word.
    Forget asking for favors. He was giving orders.
    Ryan’s grip tightened on Daisy’s hip.
    “Melt a little,” he growled.
    Her mouth opened to object but it was too late. He was already kissing her, swallowing her objections with his tongue, rocking his body against hers. Once, twice, too many times to count, until the tension in her joints evaporated and the only sounds in the room were the little moans coming from Daisy’s throat.
    He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his swollen cock, his hips pumping against the heat of her palm. Sore muscles burned and bruises ached. Their lips never separated, but he could feel her happy gasp as her nimble fingers curved around his erection.
    The professor was definitely twisted.
    Forget sweet kisses and whispered romance. She wanted to be consumed.
    And he was just the man for the job.

Chapter Eight
    “Two,” Daisy moaned as her mouth pulled away from Ryan. Why the hell had she asked for three kisses? She’d been greedy and the desperate ache growing in her belly was her punishment.
    Fuck. The first kiss had been perfect, exactly what she’d wanted—what she’d expected—but the second kiss? Ryan had kicked things into high gear, daring her to pull away, ordering her to melt, and she’d just about lost her mind. No lover had ever told her what to do before. They’d all known the score. Wham, bam, thank you sir. A nice vanilla encounter and they were on their way.
    Ryan’s kiss tore into her soul and touched something dark inside her.
    Suddenly Daisy didn’t care about neat or tidy. Forget order. She wanted to lose control.
    Her hand gripped Ryan’s erection, giving it one tug, then another, grasping, trying to make him push up against her again. “More,” she demanded.
    “One more,” Ryan said.
    But one more wouldn’t satisfy the need growing inside her. A hundred more wouldn’t be enough. She wanted to be touched. For the first time in her life, Daisy considered taking an affair past daybreak. Then she shoved the awkward thought hurriedly out of her mind.
    No morning after. No breakfast.
    No falling in love.
    If tonight was going to be their only night together, she needed to make it count. It could be a nice memory to keep her warm in her dotage. She hooked her free hand into the waist of her panties and shoved them down over her hips. This time, when her pelvis pulsed against Ryan’s, there was only a single layer of fabric between them. Her fingers scrambled for the waist of his briefs.
    “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice little more than a rumble against her skin.
    “Positive.”
    “Right,” he said. “Then you’re going to need to move your hand, Daisy. We wouldn’t want anything to happen prematurely.”
    His teeth nipped against the base of her neck and he surged forward, pushing her up against the large picture window. Cool glass pressed against her back while heat seeped into her from the front. The hand on her neck dropped to her hip, digging in tight, while his other hand brought her wrists up over her head.
    Muscles surged and he locked her in place. Daisy moaned happily. Oh yeah, this was what she’d been dreaming about. Hands trailed across her body. A hard erection pushed against her belly. And it was all connected to a man who wasn’t afraid to take control. Forget graduate students, from now on she was