Free Nightfall by Denise A. Agnew Page A

them even closer together. She scooted across the couch until they were side by side. She reached to cup the side of his face. He leaned in, his gorgeous eyes telling her with heat how much he liked what she’d done. He gathered her in his arms and drew her close and she melted. He felt so delicious, so good. His mouth found hers, this time not at all tentative. A rush of heat flooded her center as she met his kiss with passion. In his embrace there was heat, hardness and power. Sheltering in his arms was a haven where a different danger resided. One that guaranteed once she’d tasted him she could never escape the memory of how it felt. Delicious need gripped her. Warmth built in her loins, her nipples going hard. She hadn’t been this turned on in she couldn’t remember when. She palmed his cheeks and the bristle of his five-o’clock shadow teased her skin. Everything feminine in her appreciated this incredible man.
    He broke from the kiss only long enough to tease the side of her neck with kisses, sending a tingle dancing over her sensitive skin. She shivered in delight as he tasted her earlobe. He was so damned gentle, tracking a tender path over her face, placing bit by bit kisses over her forehead, her cheeks and chin. She ached, that tender area between her legs moist and already wanting him. An agonizing stretch of time seemed to flow by as he took her on a sensual journey. Every movement, every touch took her to another level. One kiss melded into another and another.
    His tongue met hers, and the zap of desire made her move and moan. As if someone had thrown gasoline on the fire, he moved and before she knew it, she straddled his lap. His palms slipped into her baggy sweats and under her panties to cup her naked butt cheeks. He squeezed.
    Oh. Oh.
    His hard thighs spread her legs just enough, and she settled firmly on the rock-hard erection under his jeans. Her eyes flew open and stared into his. Before she could say a word he brought her back into a kiss. Moments dissolved into minutes, their kisses fervent. With small movements she rode him, rubbing her clit against his hardness. Her breathing came faster, her body eager to reach a peak.
    He broke from their kisses long enough to gasp out, “Easy, darlin’, or this will go too fast.”
    With a smile, she eased off his lap. He rose to his feet, the blaze in his eyes telling her they hadn’t finished. He reached out and she took his hand.
    “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he said. “You never have to be afraid of me.”
    Throat tight with emotion, she said, “I’m not afraid.”
    “Good.”
    He drew her toward the hallway. When he pushed open the bedroom door, he flipped on the light. A low glow came from a lamp near the bed.
    Feeling more sexually daring than she’d ever felt in her life, she stopped by the bed. He drew her into his arms and to another kiss, hotter and deeper. Every stroke of his tongue against hers sent a new firestorm into her blood. Allowing her body to take over, she tugged at the bottom of his sweater and urged it upwards. He left their kiss and drew the sweater over his head.
    She gobbled up the sight of finely-honed male flesh. Everything said he’d spent many years working out, his body that of a younger man. His arms were powerful, his chest sculpted, his stomach ridged and delineated. Dark hair lightly dusted over his chest, down his stomach and into the waistband of his jeans. She spread her hands over all that glorious maleness. When her fingers touched his nipples he gasped and closed his eyes. His hands flew to her waist and tugged her to him. She palmed his arms and chest, eagerness eating her alive.
    She leaned over and took off her athletic shoes and socks and he did the same. She drew her sweatshirt over her head and unsnapped her bra. He helped her slide it down her arms. She felt the heat of his appreciative gaze on her breasts, but he didn’t touch them. Instead he pushed his hands into the waistband of her