Free 04 A Killing Touch by Nikki Duncan

when he expected participation she went her own way but opened up when he expected secrets.
    I didn’t expect you to fall so quickly .
    She shifted. The sheet slipped to her waist. The tank top she’d borrowed from his workout drawer dipped between the swell of her breasts, sliding along her skin. Releasing her hair he traced his fingertips over her curves. Her mouth curved upward as she rolled toward him.
    Rapid-fire chills peppered his skin. Arousal snapped the muscles gripping his spine tight.
    He hadn’t fallen for Lana, but he was intrigued with her and he intended to enjoy her until she pushed him away. Which could be sooner than he’d like.
    “Good morning, Lana,” he whispered along her ear, kissing her lobe softly between words.
    “Ugh.” She arched her neck while protesting the idea of morning.
    “It’s time to wake up.” Aidan nibbled her neck and inched the tank top up. “I’d hate for you to miss a headline because you were naked between my sheets.”
    She rolled quickly so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs. Laughter rather than sleepiness lingered in the green depths looking down at him. “I thought you were a better liar.”
    “When I try.” Unable to stop touching her, he threaded his fingers in her hair and massaged her scalp. “I thought you were asleep.”
    She scraped her nails gently over his chest, twirling invisible patterns in his hair and flicking his nipples. “I’d hate for you to start a day without my touch as much as I’d hate for you to miss your morning coffee.”
    “Now who’s lying?” How’d she know about his coffee addiction? She had yet to stick around in the morning long enough to witness it.
    “Mine’s believable.”
    Sparring with Lana was exhilarating when it wouldn’t lead down treacherous paths pitted with possible traps. Using his grip in her hair, he pulled so she lay over him. A swipe of his tongue over her nipples had her arching against him, rolling her pelvis forward so her wet sex coated him. Slowly he trailed his tongue across her chest from one nipple to the other.
    Her tongue darted over her lips, shining them with temptation. She swelled against him and would be tight when he slid deep. She eased her hands along his sides with tiny flickers of her fingers. When he’d happily exist with her flush against him she raised up and flattened her palms at his hips.
    The smile spreading her glossy lips sighed with decadence.
    She lifted her hips, shifted angles and thrust onto him. Her head fell back with her mouth parted on a long moan. His balls tightened and retracted into his body. His legs trembled with the need to raise him up and take control of any rhythm she’d set. As if she read his mind, Lana reached back and gripped his thighs, digging her nails in deep enough to restrain him but not hard enough to leave a mark.
    The image of her marks on his body wasn’t unappealing. In fact, it was a little too appealing.
    With guttural groans escaping her lips she began pumping up and down, driving thoughts and reservations from his mind. The blood racing in his veins heated to volatile levels. The sensation of her slick, tight body gliding across him, up and down, up and down, built into a keg-sized ball of instability.
    He dug his head into the pillow and gritted his molars. With each rise and fall of her over him, each bounce and sway of her breasts beneath his tank top, his body became a gunpowder-filled bullet. He’d shoot off with the slightest spark.
    Digging her nails a little deeper, Lana increased her speed. His tension amped higher. His skin burned hotter. She arched back, still pumping, and shifted a hand from his thighs to the sensitive skin between his legs. To the spot just below his balls that drove him crazy.
    She scraped her nails gently along the vein, and like a match to tinder, he sparked.
    The tension gripping his body burst. He dug his heels into the bed and his head deeper into the pillow. He allowed her to