Free Imperfect Penelope (Wild Crush) by Sami Lee Page A

it over her head. She shook out her hair as she tossed the garment aside, and the action caused her breasts to sway invitingly.
    Greg’s breath slammed to a stop. His cock jerked, making demands he was very close to giving in to. Penny sat astride him, her small but pert breasts, her flat torso and her sinewy arms revealed to him. She was exquisite. Lean and strong but still undeniably feminine. She had a little green bauble in her navel, a jeweled piercing. It winked at him, telling him she had a streak of the unconventional in her.
    That streak fascinated Greg, but what made her most attractive of all was that she was unashamed of her body. The women he’d been with in his staid world in Sydney had only gotten naked with an earnest display of modesty. For some he’d suspected it was an act. Women of good breeding were supposed to be modest. With Rochelle it had been real. She’d been shy and unsure of her own attractiveness, which had made Greg want to show her she was beautiful.
    But Penny sat before him boldly displaying herself and making him hotter than any woman had in his life. She looked at him with heat in her eyes—green fire and an invitation. No shyness. No reserve. No false modesty.
    Greg could have her, and it was both a triumph and a torture to know it. He could fuck her, but he shouldn’t. Couldn’t. Not here and not like this, when he was still reeling from what he’d learned about his brother, still wondering if he was supposed to feel guilty for how far back his desire for Penny went. Not when control eluded him and his cock was so hard he knew it would make all the decisions for him. He’d fuck her, but it would be just like that. A base act of animalistic need that would probably last all of two and a half minutes because he hadn’t been with a woman in ten months.
    With a growl of frustration at what he knew he had to do, Greg used his grip on Penny’s hips to lift her off him. He all but tossed her onto the couch on her back. Her eyes flared, and it was excitement he saw in them as he leaned over her on his way to standing. She lay with her arms above her head, her perky breasts bouncing as Greg shifted on the couch.
    “God help me.” Greg squeezed his eyes shut, thinking the lust would ebb if he didn’t see her. It didn’t, and in a mad scramble that might have been comical if he wasn’t in such agony, Greg stood and stalked blindly across the room. When he came to the kitchen bench, he held on to it with a death grip, mentally counting to ten and using the time to gather some semblance of control.
    “I shouldn’t have done that.” He barely recognized his gravelly voice. “It got out of hand.”
    His erection didn’t deflate—that might have been too much to ask for—but the painful throbbing eased a little as Greg stood and concentrated on taking deep, conscious breaths. When he realized he was practicing the deep breathing Penny had taught him during the yoga sessions, he let out a chagrined laugh. All the time he’d dismissed the benefits of yoga, and it ended up coming in handy.
    At last feeling in control enough to look at Penny, Greg sent up a prayer that she’d put her shirt back on before he turned around. She had redressed, but Greg wasn’t happy to see it after all. She sat on the edge of the couch, her body turned away from him. Her back was curved as it rarely was. Penny walked tall and straight, something Greg knew had become second nature because of the Mountain Pose she practiced daily. But now she appeared almost hunched over. Like she was shrinking away from him.
    Greg felt ill. Had he misinterpreted her responses after all? Had he pushed her further than she’d wanted to go? He’d always prided himself on being a gentleman. He didn’t cajole or seduce, and certainly not force, a woman into giving him more than she was ready to give. But lately he hadn’t felt like himself, and this morning in particular his synapses seemed slow to fire.
    He dragged a