Free Chosen (Second Sight) by Hazel Hunter Page B

buttons were a little slippery under her gloves but it was too soon to take them off. She worked carefully and, after a few seconds, the hard curves of his pecs and the shadowed dip between them appeared. Though she stared, her hands quickly moved to unbutton the rest. The corrugated leanness of his abs stood out and she could see the neat seam of dark hair that ran down their middle. She pressed her hands to his muscled chest and smoothed them outward to his rounded shoulders. The shirt and the coat road with her hands and she shoved all the fabric over his shoulders and let gravity take care of the rest.  
    Mac’s entire upper body was visible and Isabelle had to take a deep breath.
    He was gorgeous. His body was always so hidden, despite the tailored suit. His wonderfully broad chest tapered sharply down to a waist that was so trim it was corded. His mounded pecs were dusted with a light coat of hair and his arms…
    “Have you been working out?” Isabelle whispered.
    He shrugged. And whether he’d meant to flex for her or not didn’t matter. His shoulders and chest rippled beneath the taut surface of his skin and a familiar warmth began to blossom between her thighs.
    As with the shirt and coat, Isabelle only unbuckled the belt and unzipped the pants. Then she dug her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pants and tugged down–but only a few inches.
    The briefs were caught.
    Mac’s bulging arousal swelled just under the elastic band. Isabelle grasped the top of the briefs in both hands, brought it toward her, and slowly began to lower it. But, as she did, she sawed it lightly back and forth, across the sinewy length of him. Mac sucked in a quick breath. She took her time, moving the briefs lower, and watching his rigid shaft emerge until it was finally free.
    She ran her hands down inside the briefs but before she moved them lower, she briefly cupped him. Mac had clearly not expected that. His hips pulsed forward, his buttocks tight, and a shuddering breath escaped him. Her heart raced in response and her breaths came shallow and fast.
    Finally, she pulled the briefs, belt, and pants down together, letting them fall once they were past his massive thighs. He stepped out of the shoes and pulled off his socks–his every movement like an exhibition. Powerful muscles flexed beneath the warm, bare skin. The angled planes of his back, the thick slabs of his chest, and especially his tight abdomen seemed to be in constant movement. Every inch of him exuded masculinity.  
    As she watched him, she unclasped her bra, took off her panties and stepped off the heels. With the exception of her gloves, they were naked.

    • • • • •

    Though fierce physical attraction had charged their relationship from the beginning, Mac knew something was different this time. Without a word, their eyes locked together and they stepped toward each other as if in a trance. Isabelle looped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he picked her up and entered her in one swift motion.  
    “Isabelle,” he whispered hoarsely against her neck.
    Her petal soft entrance slid by, warm and moist, hot flesh sliding by hot flesh. Isabelle exhaled in a long, shuddering gasp, her arms tight around his neck. Almost without breaking stride, he moved to the edge of the bed and gently sat her down. As her legs dropped to dangle over the edge, he thrust. She gasped as his thighs met the mattress, rocking it.
    Isabelle’s gloved fingers dug into his sides as her back arched to accept him and, without hesitation, he plunged into her again. Her lithe torso shuddered and he felt the tight tug of her along his shaft. The curved mounds of her breasts trembled under his gaze and, as he drew back, his eyes steadily moved down her flat tummy and then to her soft mound. He watched himself entering her, felt the incredible spread of her flesh along him, and felt himself move inside. She moaned with the deeper penetration, her back