Free Cinderella Liberty by Cat Johnson Page A

slot in her door. Finally, the light turned green and she turned the knob, pushing the door wide.
    Now what? How did she get Danny and Dawn into the bedroom without looking obvious? They were into each other, but unlike last night, they hadn't been making out in the bar, or in the street, or in the elevator . . .  
    "Danny, can you help me? My other shoes are on the shelf in the closet and I won't be able to reach them." Dawn the seductress batted her eyelashes at Danny.
    Trish should have known she wouldn't have to worry about helping her friend get a man into bed. Trish tried not to think too hard about the fact that man was her brother.
    "Uh, sure." He glanced back at Crash before Dawn pulled him into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.
    Trish shook her head. "Wow, she's good."
    "Nuh, uh. You're good. Absolutely amazing." Crash had his hands on her in an instant. "And, oh my God, I thought it would about kill me when you came in the bar."
    "You?" She raised a brow. "How do you think I felt? I had to pretend nothing was going on."
    Crash dipped lower, his lips just inches from hers. "Oh, there was definitely something going on."
    Yes, there was, and she hoped it would happen again. Trish closed the distance and pressed her mouth against his. Crash thrust his tongue between her lips as he backed her up the few feet until she was pressed against the door.
    When he broke from her mouth and moved on to biting her neck, she hardly had enough breath to ask, "Should I open the sofabed?"
    "No. This is good." He slid down her body until he was on his knees in front of her, his hands moving beneath her dress and up the bare skin of her thighs.
    "Don't you want to take off your uniform?" Trish wondered where the fastidious Marine who hung up his T-shirts had gone.
    "Too risky. Don't know how long they'll be." Crash pressed his lips against first one thigh, and then the other while his fingers slid over her ass.
    "Aren't you worried about messing it up?" It was amazing she could still think given what he was doing to her, but Trish managed it. Barely.
    "Doesn't matter. Only have to check in tonight. Tomorrow we'll be in flight suits, and then we'll be home." He pulled down her underwear and there was no more discussion, because his mouth was busy elsewhere.
    Crash spread her with his thumbs and drove his tongue into her sensitive flesh. Trish gasped at the feel of it, but she sure as hell didn't want him to stop. She let him know that by moving her feet another step apart and giving him better access. He answered that cue with a low groan.
    As much as she wanted this, she wanted him inside her more. "Crash, we don't know how long we have. Just fuck me."
    He pulled back and stared up at her, his sandy brows raised high. "You Jersey girls sure say things plain." Then a smile spread across his face. "I like it."
    Crash stood and Trish found herself hoisted up against him and carried around the half wall to the kitchenette area. This was good. At least there they would have a little bit of privacy should Danny come out of the bedroom. Crash set her on top of the counter and reached into his pocket.
    She watched him tear into one of the condoms he had stashed in his pants. "I see you came packing."
    "You have no idea how hard it was to get these without Zippy seeing me." He shook his head as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Pushing his underwear down, Crash rolled the latex over his length. His eyes narrowed as he pulled her hips forward and stepped between her spread thighs. "It was well worth the trouble."
    Crash pushed inside her with one thrust. After a night of sitting next to him anticipating this moment, and after that orgasm in the bar and his tongue on her just now, she was more than ready.
    Eyes closed, Trish let her head fall back against the cabinet behind her and concentrated on the sensations. The feeling of Crash filling her, stroking into her, hard but slow. Fully dressed, he stood on tiptoe to reach her