Free The Claiming of Sadie Graves by Angela Price Page A

I’ve known you for five minutes. I’ve known Anna for years. I can’t be sure I can do what you’re asking of me. You’re suggesting she defer to me, and that won’t do. I mean it.” I’m scowling without realizing it.
    He sits quietly for a few moments.
    “I’ll work out the details, Sadie. With you present, preferably, but I can do it without you there too. She’ll get a sweetheart deal, and you’ll get your chance. But in the meantime, I need something else.” I look at him, all pale face and bed head. It’s hard to have leverage with a man when you can’t even hide behind lip gloss. I feel unprotected.
    He inches closer to me. “I need you to kiss me again. Need it. Seriously.” His face is grave. He is now so close I can smell his hair, his skin. My heart picks up, tripping a beat. My stomach rolls, and my mouth goes dry.
    “I know you think the other night was a fluke, but I feel differently.” He leans over, and puts his soft lips against mine. Oh Jesus. When he pushes back slightly, I breathe in and my mouth opens; he takes the advantage to French kiss me. We’re right back where we were before, except this time we’re in the confines of my own room.
    I feel safe.
    He leans into me and lays me back onto the bed, hands softly brushing my arms and back. He’s licking my tongue with his, sighing audibly. Desire blooms between my legs, and I moan and kiss him back.
    He takes his time. He has my jacket unzipped in minutes, and pulls my camisole down to expose my breasts. He pauses, stopping all motion, and looks into my eyes. “Jesus, fuck. You ’re so beautiful, Sadie. From the minute you came out of your office; I can’t get you out of my mind. Your breasts – Christ. They’re perfect. I want to kiss them; want to please you. Let me touch you? I don’t want you to run away again.”
    I nod, unable to speak. I know he’ll probably have me once and move on. I’ve waited long enough. All this time, I’ve never let anyone get close to me. I decide to just let go. It won’t last, and I mentally prepare myself for the worst. But the good news is…the worst won’t happen today. I exhale, and pull my jacket and camisole off over my head.
    He stills, and then smiles at me . Crap. He’s the most beautiful man on the planet. Lucas lowers his face to my left breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth. He traps it between his lower and upper lip, and tugs it with teeth and tongue. My back lifts off the bed in response. His eyebrows go up, acknowledging something that’s pleased me. He moves to my right breast, then returns to kiss me deeply. “Hmmm. Sadie. I want you. Are you going to make me wait?”
    I sigh. “ No, Lucas. Just be gentle, okay?” I look down when I ask, so afraid he’ll ask me questions or stop. Am I really going through with this?
    “Oh, baby. I promise. I can tell you’re shy. I can’t tell you how much that turns me on. Are you on birth control?” I nod. I’m on the pill that lets you have four periods a year. Oh, the miracles of modern science.
    He sits me up, removes my shoes and socks, and then my yoga pants and underwear. I’m naked. I haven’t had a shower. My hair is everywhere. Then he takes his own clothes off, except for his underwear. I pause to look at him. He’s smooth all over – there’s not any hair on his chest. His muscles ripple. There’s a path of dark hair from his navel trailing into his briefs. He has a cut line between his abdomen and his groin…he’s literally mouthwatering. He lays me back on the bed, gently, and moves his face between my legs. He rubs his nose between them and breathes in deeply. “Sadie, you smell delicious. I can’t wait to taste you.”
    He drags h imself back up my body, and my breath catches in my throat in anticipation of his touch. He touches my face, my neck, and kisses me. He plants a trail of kisses to my breasts, and then sticks out his tongue to rub it over one nipple. I watch his eyes literally roll back