Free So Irresistible by Lisa Plumley Page B

direction. Lifting her onto the long, polished tabletop, he stepped between her spread thighs and kissed her again. Her hair felt like silk in his hands. Her moans of pleasure poured through his apartment’s serene air, displacing all the temporary newness installed as part of his upcoming “fix” and infusing the whole place with possibility.
    “Touch me.” Gabby took his hand, then placed it on her bare thigh. “Right here. More.” She kissed him, then let her head loll back, exposing her long, pale neck. “Higher. Do it.”
    Willingly, Shane did. He stroked his palm up her thigh, feeling himself grow twice as engorged at the feel of her warm, taut skin beneath his hand. He hiked her black dress higher, following the path of his movements with his eyes, drinking in everything about her. He could have sworn he glimpsed skimpy black underthings, inches away from his fingertips. He groaned.
    “You’re so beautiful.” He brought his forehead to hers, gently, then gazed into her eyes. “You feel . . . amazing .”
    “Lick my nipples, and I’ll feel even better.”
    As invitations went, hers was beyond seductive. Assuredly, Gabby flicked away her dress’s straps, making her invitation even bolder. Her motion made her dress fall away. It puddled at her waist, revealing her pert breasts, rosy nipples, and myriad thin silver necklaces that Shane hadn’t noticed before. Her jewelry fell over her modest cleavage, glimmering in the low light, making Gabby seem feminine and magical and much too delicate for the rough, passionate liaison he had in mind.
    “Do it,” she urged, giving him a lazy grin. For incentive, she grabbed his belt buckle and hauled him nearer. “That’s a command—and you know how I feel about obeying commands.”
    Mindlessly, Shane complied. He loved the feel of her breasts in his hands, of her pearled nipples on his tongue, of her sweet breath rasping across his naked shoulders. Gabby clutched him, squeezing her outflung knees against his hips, and again he couldn’t help thinking about another, even more intimate scenario. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to know how she felt when she came, how she sounded, how she reacted when that utter defenselessness washed over her.
    Probably bossily , a part of him whispered, and he grinned.
    Dreamily, Gabby looked at him. “What’s so funny?”
    “I think I love everything about you,” Shane said. “Even the bossy parts. That wasn’t what I expected tonight.”
    “ Especially the bossy parts, you mean.” Her grin matched his. Again, that sense of synchronicity struck him. She yanked at his belt buckle, then frowned. “What is this, Fort Knox?”
    “You’ve got to protect the valuables.”
    “ You’ve got to free the valuables.” She nodded. “Open up.”
    “My fly?” It was too hard to think with her bare breasts in his hands and her warm skin against his. “Open up my fly?”
    “Open sesame,” Gabby tried, hilariously. “Abracadabra.”
    “If that worked, I’d be in a world of trouble just going about my daily business.”
    “Yeah. I saw all those women ogling you at the brewpub.”
    Shane didn’t care about that. “I didn’t. I was ogling you.”
    I was falling for you, hard, like a hammer on a nail .
    No, he had to say it. He had to do the spontaneous stuff. All of it. Tonight. So it would be exorcized tomorrow.
    “I was falling for you,” Shane amended in a husky tone. “Falling for you hard. Like a hammer on a nail.”
    Gabby gawked at him, then laughed. “It’s a good thing you look so cute when saying schmaltzy stuff like that. Otherwise, I’d have to start having second thoughts about coming here.”
    “Oh yeah?” Meeting her challenge with one of his own, Shane slid his palm higher up her thigh. Those were barely there black panties she had on. He touched their silky softness, and was almost undone by the feel of her beneath. “How about now?”
    “Now?” She gasped and clutched his shoulder, melting