Free Crossing the Line: Without a Trace series, a contemporary erotic romance novel by Ally Bishop

uncomfortable, and he grins at me. “And I like that sound even better.”
    He makes quick work of my inconvenient bra, tossing the offending item onto the floor and returning to my breasts. When I reach for him, he gathers my hands, holding my wrists above my head. “Relax, Ella. Just enjoy. I want to hear your pleasure.”
    His words make me shiver, and as his fingers explore my body, I can barely lie still. He traps my leg between his, nudging my other thigh out of the way. With slow strokes, he spreads me, eliciting noises I barely recognize. As his fingertips trace lazy paths around my folds, he presses a kiss to my mouth. I cry out when he finally touches my sensitive bud.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, staring down at me.
    I can feel him watching me, even as I squeeze my eyes closed against the intensity. His fingers widen inside me, his thumb strumming my clit as though the music stretches out before him. I want to lose myself in his mouth, but he holds my hands firmly, forcing me to make sounds and moans that would embarrass me if I weren’t floating in a haze of ecstasy.
    He turns me so I’m on my side, my back to him. My muscles are wobbly things, still paralyzed from my orgasm. After a rip of foil and discreet shifting on the bed to maneuver the condom, he curls behind me. He inserts his thighs between mine, opening me as his cock nudges at my entrance.
    “I have to hear you come again.” He kisses my shoulder as his arms encircle me. When he pushes inside, I strain back against him to accept his length, reveling in his hardness. With one arm anchoring me to him, he uses his other hand to tease my breasts as his slow strokes serve to extend my delirious high. We rock in a rhythm that increases in tempo until he shifts so I can roll onto my stomach. As he slides into me, I lift my hips so he has deeper purchase. Forced to accept only sensation, thoughts disappear as my orgasm threatens again.
    When he kisses my back, I raise my head. “Harder, Ian. God, please, harder.”
    He obeys, and the delicious friction sends me into a frenzy. I buck against him, squeezing his cock inside me until he groans with his own climax. Sweaty and spent, we collapse to catch our breath. Then he gathers me to him, and I leave the world, disappearing into sleep.

CHAPTER 9
    PLAYING IT CLOSE
    R heanna doesn’t let us leave without promises of returning. “You don’t get to keep this gorgeous girl a secret, Ian Crane.” She raises an evil eyebrow at her nephew.
    He has the graciousness to look guilty. “I promise to call Mom this week.”
    “No, no. Not this week. Tonight .”
    He hugs her and kisses her cheek. “Yes, warden. ”
    She swats his shoulder, then pulls me in for a tight embrace. “It was a pleasure getting to know you, Ella. Come back anytime.”
    While Ian took an emergency business meeting in our room this morning, I wandered downstairs for breakfast and ended up sitting with Rheanna for over an hour, kibitzing about her bed and breakfast and Elementary. Despite her blustery exterior, she’s actually very engaging and kind.
    “Thank you, Rheanna. It’s been a pleasure.”
    “You are one lucky man, Ian. Gorgeous, talented, intelligent. I approve.” Rheanna winks at me.
    I want to melt into the floor with her compliments. “I know, Aunt Ray. Lucky I found her, eh?”
    The ride back to the city finds us both a bit quiet. When he reaches for my hand, I intertwine my fingers with his, then trace the line of his knuckles.
    “What are you thinking over there?”
    My thoughts have been tumultuous, between my conversation with Ian last night and my brother on Saturday. “Quite a few things, I guess.”
    “Want to share any of them?”
    I glance over at him, his beautiful profile interrupted by aviator sunglasses, which of course, look fabulous on him. “Honestly, my brother and I are sort of at odds, which isn’t a normal state for us. We always get along.”
    His full lips turn down. “I’m