Free Total Rush by Deirdre Martin

much prefer being a bad one, Mr. Kennealy.”
    â€œProve it. Put on that black teddy of yours.”
    â€œThat can be arranged.” She nudged him gently in the direction of the bedroom door. “Give me a minute.”
    â€œCertainly.”
    Alone, Gemma paused to catch her breath. His request excited her more than she thought possible; a total rush of anticipation was twisting its way through her, delectable yet maddening. Trembling, she quickly shucked her clothing and took the teddy out of her dresser. She slipped it on, reveling in the soft feeling of the silk upon her bare skin. Tousling her hair for good measure, she threw back her shoulders, pushed her cleavage forward, and flung open the bedroom door.
    There was Sean, restless, waiting, desire for her shining in his eyes. Drinking her in, he smiled. Candlelight suited him: The handsome angles of his face were made more so by the soft glow warming the room. Twining her fingers lightly through his, Gemma began pulling him toward a sea of oversized silk pillows arranged on the floor.
    â€œNo bedroom?”
    Gemma smiled, catlike, and shook her head. Making love in the bedroom was predictable, and predictable was the last thing she wanted this experience to be. She wanted him left speechless, the memory of their coming together seared into his brain. She wanted him to want more.
    â€œCome,” she whispered, bidding him to sink down on the pillows with her.
    â€œThis is interesting,” Sean observed. Gemma’s reply was a smoldering smile and a swift, lusty nip to his lower lip. Sean’s head jerked back slightly, eyes swallowed up by surprise. Whatever he’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. But she could see he liked it. Surprise gave way to animal drive and he clutched her to him.
    â€œYou sure this is how you want it?” he growled, his breath hot as he teased her earlobe with the tip of his tongue.
    â€œNo.” It was hard to think straight. “I mean yes. I mean—”
    His mouth silenced her, pressing upon hers with such fire, such demand, that Gemma could feel her body sizzling away, taking the last remnants of rational thought with it. There was only this: complete and total surrender to the sensual, spurred on by the thirst for more. She heard a voice crooning yes, yes! and it was a few seconds before she realized it was her own. Sean rewarded her begging with roughness, his teeth nipping and scraping so expertly that Gemma found herself gasping as golden heat shattered her core. She would go mad if she didn’t learn every inch of his body, feel his burning skin beneath the soft pads of her fingertips. One minute she was clutching him tight, the next she was caressing his hair, his soft black curls a gift in her hands. She ached for more than simply being with him; she wanted to become him, to not be able to detect where he left off and she began.
    His mouth’s fierce demands left her lips bruised and swollen. Suns exploded behind the closed lids of her eyes, pleasure sluicing its way through her body like a river. All he demanded she would willingly give, and more. The harder he kissed, the more fervently his fingers explored, the deeper she dug her nails into the muscled terrain of his back. She was an animal, an animal whose blood and bone and sex beat out only one thought: More. More. More.
    Breath ragged, Sean lifted his head, his wild eyes meeting hers. There was no need for words. Every need was conveyed in a glance. He tugged at the thin straps of her teddy, desperate for the softness beneath. Gemma helped him and held her breath, back arching as Sean lowered his mouth to her heated flesh.
    Sean’s tongue flicked and teased. His hands roughly explored her body—squeezing, probing, kneading—each sensation provoking in her a new round of blind arousal. She wanted him soon. She wanted him now. She needed to wrest back control.
    Forcing his head up, she began frantically