Free Loving Bailey by Evelyn Adams Page A

sliding an arm around her
waist.
    She loved the way she could feel the heat of
his body along her side. With her dress hanging open, her nipples
tightened in the cool air and she could feel the start of goose
bumps on her skin, but the heat came off of Spencer in waves. She
wanted all that warm man stretched over her, covering her with his
body and warming her from the inside out.
    When he opened the door to the bedroom, she
saw that at some point in evening he’d snuck up to light the
candles. The soft glow lit the warm bittersweet comforter, bathing
the room in rich golden light.
    She looked from the candles to his face,
loving how all along he’d wanted her here and hadn’t tried to hide
it. When she arched an eyebrow at him and smiled, he held up his
hands in mock surrender.
    “A man can hope,” he said, with the sheepish
expression she found so charming. “I wasn’t assuming. Just
optimistic.”
    Bailey stepped through the door and into his
arms, letting her hands slide up his strong chest. She stood on
tiptoe to brush a kiss across his lips, and then went to work on
the buttons of his shirt. Her mouth followed her hands, nipping and
teasing each inch of skin as she exposed it. His chest was smooth,
mostly hairless with tight dusky nipples.
    She pushed the white dress shirt off his
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and then licked the
puckered flesh with the tip of her tongue. She felt rather than
heard the rumple of his chest under her mouth, making her wonder
for a moment what other noises he would make when she got her mouth
on him. When she reached for his pants, he stopped her, placing his
hand over hers and bringing it to his mouth so he could kiss her
palm.
    “You first,” he said, his gaze locked on
her.
    With warm, sure hands, he slid the dress off
of her shoulders and watched as it pooled at her feet, revealing
the purple lace and silk of her bra and panties. The way his eyes
went wide and dark was a balm for her bruised ego. No need to guess
whether he wanted her or not. It was written on his face and
obvious in the way his body reacted to hers.
    Reaching for her, he pulled her against him
and kissed her like she was something good to eat. He found the
clasp on the back of her bra and with practiced efficiency, he
unfastened the hooks faster than she could have done it herself
even if her hands hadn’t been shaking. He leaned back, putting a
breath of space between their bodies and she shrugged her
shoulders, letting the scrap of silk and lace fall to the
floor.
    Her nipples, already impossibly tight,
pebbled tighter in the cool air.
    “Gorgeous,” he said. “You are so fucking
gorgeous.”
    He cupped her breasts in his hands, brushing
his thumbs over her nipples, and her back bowed desperate for more.
When he bent his head to her and drew one of the peaks into his hot
mouth, her breath left her on a cry.
    “So good,” she moaned, finally finding her
voice. “That feels so good.”
    He moved from one breast to the other,
drawing spiraling circles around her nipples with the tip of his
tongue. When he reached the peak, he suckled her, molding her with
his mouth and focusing every nerve in her body into that aching bit
of flesh. With every tug of his lips and gentle graze of his teeth,
he forged a path between her nipples and her clit, the sensation
becoming so intense her knees shook.
    She felt his satisfied chuckle rumble against
her aching flesh and knew he was completely aware of the effect he
was having on her.
    “Lay back on the bed, baby. Spread yourself
open for me.” His voice was rough and she hoped she was having at
least as much effect on him as he was on her.
    Bailey scrambled up on the bed and stretched
out on her back. She spread her legs wide and lifted her hips to
him. The air was like a cool kiss on the damp silk of her panties
and she knew the thong wasn’t providing any obstacle to his view of
her swollen sex.
    He stopped, hand in his hair, momentarily
hypnotized by