Free This Just In... (Harlequin Superromance) by Jennifer McKenzie Page B

grabs or grips and she’d practically melted into his lap.
    But it was like a tickle, creating a delightful itch beneath her skin, and this wasn’t enough to soothe it.
    A tingle skittered down her spine when he stroked down her neck and along her arm, stopping to play with the soft skin on the inside of her elbow. He caught her wrist and pressed a kiss to the same spot. Sabrina had never thought of the area as being particularly sensitive, but the shudders coursing through her said maybe she should pay a little more attention.
    Her breath escaped and she shivered against him, but not because the air cooled as the evening slipped fully into night. She didn’t notice.
    For her, there was only Noah. His hands holding her close, large and strong enough to wield manly man tools but treating her like her mother’s fine crystal; his voice whispering in her ears and across her skin; his lips brushing along her neck, the shoulder he’d bared and her lips.
    Her worries about her job, her home, her city life slipped away as easily as the sun.
    Sabrina rose, straddled him, then pressed a hot kiss to his neck. Noah’s fingers tightened on her hips as he pulled her closer and he groaned when she ran her tongue from his collarbone to his ear. She knew how he felt.
    But he didn’t grab her, didn’t thrust himself against her and grind their bodies together. Still so thoughtful, so controlled. Each movement a precise, choreographed scene created for maximum enjoyment. She wanted him to let go. She bit the tendon that connected his neck and shoulder. He inhaled sharply and stilled.
    Sabrina’s breath caught. Too far? Was he going to pull back, gather his thoughts and realize that they were outside and anyone might wander up the driveway?
    But then Noah’s fingers curved into her hips again, hard this time, and his body surged against hers. Definitely not too far. He gripped the back of her head, dragging her mouth to him.
    And the soft, slow pace changed, becoming harder and faster. Sabrina could feel just how much he liked it. Their mouths connected, teeth clicked, tongues tangled. He yanked the hem of her T-shirt up, exposing her torso to the night and cupped her breast. Her entire body seemed to scream yes and she couldn’t hold back a wild moan when he rubbed her nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. She arched her back, no longer thinking about some random neighbor walking over.
    For all she cared, they could enjoy the show.
    She raked her hands through Noah’s hair, mussing up the precise part. The wood steps were digging into her knees, but she didn’t mind. Not when Noah was sucking on the side of her neck, his stubble raking her sensitized skin.
    So Mr. Mayor wasn’t really this calm and perfect persona he displayed to the world. Behind that cool blue gaze he was all pent-up emotion and hunger. She smiled.
    “Just so you know,” he said between love bites, “I was going to agree to the interview anyway.”
    “Hmm?” Sabrina heard the pop of stitches when he pulled the neck of her T-shirt farther away from her body. Why was he talking? She had a neck that needed kissing.
    “The interview.” His teeth scraped her skin. “This week.”
    She shuddered, letting her head loll backward. His hands held her hips firmly in place so she had no fear of falling, even if she stretched back fully. Noah was a man who wouldn’t let a woman fall.
    His kisses weren’t gentle any longer. They were bossy and demanding. She gripped the bottom of his golf shirt and tugged it off. Oh, he was just delightful under that preppy exterior. All hard muscles and cut abs. She let her fingers trace the ridges while she kept kissing him. His skin burned under her as though the outside temperature wasn’t even a concern. Sabrina pressed closer, wanting nothing between them.
    “Did you hear me?” he asked between hot, hard kisses.
    “Yes. Interview. This week. You and me. More kissing, please.” She didn’t care about the