Free The Three Fates of Ryan Love by Erin Quinn Page B

breath a heated burst against the hollow. Had she just kissed him? He pressed his nose against the satiny skin of her temple and breathed her in.
    â€œThank you for letting me stay,” she said in a voice so low that every part of him strained to listen.
    â€œNot exactly a hardship, snowflake,” he answered gruffly, and his hand slipped back up her spine to the warmth of her nape.
    Again her body moved with his touch, a gentle wave against him. He needed to stop this. Nothing from her scream, to the explosion, to her truths and lies, to this moment here , said that getting closer was the thing to do. She was one beautiful, soft, scented bundle of trouble from any angle. Getting in deeper with Sabelle would only make her his bundle of beautiful, soft, scented trouble. The best decision he could make would be to roll over and go the fuck to sleep.
    Her legs moved against his. He pushed one of his between them and her hips flexed forward, the heated center of her hot against his thigh. She made a soft sound that fired his blood and glanced up, her eyes a shimmering silver, her lips parted.
    She’d come to him because she thought him a good man who would help her. He tried to remember that, because he didn’t feel like such a good man right then. He just felt like a man.
    He brushed his lips against hers, once, twice. Her lips clung to his, silky soft and sweetly wet. He eased back so he could see her face. Her eyes were wide, glittering, her lips dark in the pale oval of her face.
    â€œOkay?” he whispered.
    â€œYes.”
    Her eyes met his and he was lost for a moment in all the complicated things he saw there.
    â€œTell me to stop.”
    â€œNo.”
    He pressed his nose to her temple, his hands restless on her hips, her back. She was so small, the cage of her ribs delicate beneath the span of his hands. “Then tell me what you want.”
    She was breathless, her voice unsteady, husky, dark with promise. “You.”
    The answer should have sent him running, but it hit his senses like a drug. He took her mouth again, this time with less finesse, more of the driving need that had him swollen and heavy, wanting to strip her bare. His hands moved up to the soft weight of her breasts while he kissed her, licked the soft edges of her mouth, let her breath become his. The sound she made went through him like a current, flipping his brain off, switching everything else on.
    He shifted and she was beneath him, where he’d wanted her almost from the first instant. He opened his mouth over the pulse that beat behind her ear and her hips bumped his.
    He kissed again, easy and slow. There was no reason to rush. Not when she twined her arms around him and tangled her legs with his, not when she moved against him in that soft, fluid way that was driving him mad.
    She kissed like it was her first time. Clumsy, clinging. Her teeth bumped his, her tongue darted hesitantly. Sexy in its awkwardness, alluring in its readiness.
    â€œLike this,” he said, parting her lips and deepening the kiss.
    He held her tight as he brushed his tongue against hers, feeling her shiver, hearing the soft sound she made in her throat. Her hands slipped around to the small of his back as she pressed into him, her mouth hungry, her body fitting the hard angles of his. He kept the kisses slow, deep, wanting to keep kissing her until he’d managed to get every stitch of clothes off her and bury himself deep inside her body.
    He couldn’t remember ever needing something as much as he needed to be skin to skin with this woman. His hands were under her shirt, palms cupping the soft weight of her breasts, thumbs brushing the hard points of her nipples. He’d been painfully aware that she didn’t have a bra since the moment he’d found her. Now he groaned and covered one breast with his mouth, sucking her nipple through the light cotton, feeling the point of no return bearing down on him like a runaway