Free Love on the Rocks by Elle James Page B

his attraction to her, she didn’t after his erection pressed into the softness of her belly, and she could think of even better places for him to press into. She closed her eyes, reminding herself to take it slowly.
    Roxi was a badass on the outside, but on the inside she was as vulnerable as a virgin and she didn’t want to scare him away with her inept sexual abilities.
    HOLY HELL . Decker held her like a china doll, afraid he’d break her if he wasn’t careful. Was he ready for this kind of commitment? She deserved a man who wasn’t as screwed up as he was. Decker wasn’t sure he wanted anything more than a roll in the sheets. He wasn’t over the death of his wife and the survivor’s guilt he’d lived with since.
    Roxi laced her fingers through his hair, urging him closer.
    He couldn’t resist. Decker traced the seam of her lips and she opened to him. He swept in, claiming her tongue in a long, sensuous thrust.
    Her breasts pressed against his chest and she moaned into his mouth.
    The sound spiked his arousal, shooting a bolt of electricity straight to his groin. He skimmed her lower back and downward over the curve of her ass, cupping her cheeks in his palms.
    She shifted, parting her legs to straddle one of his legs, the apex of her thighs rubbing over his taut muscle.
    The tension stretched tight, Decker’s grasp on control teetered on the verge of complete abandon. If he didn’t stop now, he wouldn’t be able to, and he knew it had to be Roxi’s choice for how far they did or didn’t go. Coming on too strong, pushing her up against the wall and taking her in the middle of the living room could frighten her and make her run again. Sure she’d said she’d scared herself, but how much of that fear had to do with how aroused he’d obviously been?
    Though it took all of his concentration, Decker pulled away first and pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing ragged, his heart thudding against his ribs. “If this is as far as you want to go, tell me now. If we go any farther, I can’t guarantee I can stop making love to you.”
    “Who said I wanted to stop.” She bunched her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, dragged it out of the waistband of his trousers and pushed it up over his head.
    Decker tossed it to the side and curled his fingers around her hips.
    Roxi ran her hands over his bare chest, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “Your muscles are so hard.”
    He captured one of her hands. “Darlin’, you’re killing me.”
    She stared at her hands on his chest. “Because I’m touching you?”
    “Hell, Roxi. Just being with you makes me crazy.”
    “Crazy good or crazy bad?” She twirled her finger around one of his small brown nipples.
    Decker groaned. “Crazy good, in a way that makes me want to be bad.”
    She leaned forward and kissed the nipple. “What if I want you to be crazy bad?”
    “I don’t want to scare you.”
    She trailed her fingers down his chest, across his abs to the rivet on his jeans. “Then let me get this party started.”
    “Okay. I’m all for you taking the lead.” He raised his hands in surrender. “As long as you tell me when, or if, we’re going too fast.”
    She gave him a half-smile. “Thanks.”
    Anything that would move toward the possibility of getting naked with Roxi was all right in Decker’s books. God, he hoped that’s where she was headed, or he might explode.
    Roxi took his hand and led him toward the open bedroom door.
    Decker squeezed her fingers, excitement building inside.
    Once through the door, Roxi turned to face him and dragged her tank top up over her head and let it drop to the floor. A shiver rippled across her body as she stood in front of him in her bra and cutoffs. She flicked the rivet through the button hole on his jeans and tugged his zipper down.
    His erection sprang free into the palm of her hand.
    Roxi curled her fingers around him, her eyes widening. “Wow, are you always this big and