Free The Darkest Link (Second Circle Tattoos) by Scarlett Cole Page B

the apartment in a warm glow. Reid folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned back against the door frame to the bedroom. Seriously, there was nothing hotter than a confident woman who owned her sexuality, and watching Lia slowly take her hair down, pin by pin, was perhaps the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. There was no point in pretending that his dick wasn’t tenting his shorts or that his breath hadn’t become a little shallower. But there was no way in hell he was rushing the show. They had all fucking night to get to act two.
    And Jesus Christ, those spectacular eyes of hers were the color of storm clouds as she finally shook her hair down around her shoulders. Despite the incredible style it had been pinned into, it fell in soft red waves.
    “Should I continue?” she asked before putting the tip of her index finger into her mouth and sucking on it gently. And when he heard the pop of her pulling it out he almost came in his shorts.
    “Please,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t let me stop you.”
    Lia turned her back to him and took several steps away from the window.
Smart move.
There was no way he wanted to share this private show with anybody else. She placed her thumbs into the sides of her dress and shimmied it down over her hips. Instead of letting go, she lowered it slowly as she bent all the way to the ground, giving him a spectacular view of her ass and setting his imagination on fire with regards to how flexible she was. She stood back up and looked over her shoulder. “You gonna help a girl with her hooks and eyes?” she asked.
    “With pleasure,” he answered as he swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. “How are those hands looking?”
    “Right now, pretty damn capable.”
    He placed her feet on the floor and turned her around, scooping her hair into his hand. It was soft like the silk of her dress and reluctantly he shifted it over her shoulder. Placing a series of soft kisses across her shoulder blade, he started to undo the small hooks one at a time, working his way lower and lower down the corset. The soft scent of a flower he couldn’t identify hovered around them, and he remembered that he still hadn’t showered.
    Once he had unfastened the final hook, he dropped the corset to the floor and slid his hands up her ribs to take her breasts in his hands. Standing close behind her, he pulled her tightly against his chest and kissed the side of her face as he admired the view. Her breasts were perfect and heavy in his hands, pink areoles and tight nipples that were ready for sucking.
    “You’re beautiful, Lia.” He took a step back and lazily slid her panties down her legs. One at a time she lifted each heeled foot, until she was standing in nothing but a shiny pair of red patent-leather stilettos. For a moment he simply stood and admired the beauty of her body. The waterfall of hair, the toned arms, her firm ass and curved hips, and the length of her legs. Everything about her did it for him.
    Slowly, Lia turned to face him. He wanted to take his time, to appreciate everything about her. He was desperate to have her, yet even more desperate to make it last. So he took her hand and led her to the edge of his bed. “Sit,” he instructed.
    When she did as he said without question, his balls tightened. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip in anticipation of how far she would let him go, of how much control she would give him. “Open your legs for me. I need to see more.”
    Lia leaned back on the bed and came to rest on her elbows, watching him closely with a seductive half smile gracing her mouth. With slow deliberate movement, she moved one leg a half step to the left and the other a half step to the right. Reid fell to the floor between them and ran his thumbs along the seams of her thighs. He felt her hips lift toward him. She was sensitive, and he liked that. Running the tip of his thumb over her clit, she fell back on the bed with a groan, and Reid’s commitment