Free In Too Deep by Kira Sinclair Page A

guess you’re not drunk enough yet to want me.”
    The frown lines were back, only this time the grooves were deeper.
    “No, no, no,” she said, trying to make them disappear again. But her hand never connected with his face. Instead, his fingers circled her wrist, holding her just out of reach.
    “Trust me when I say I don’t have to be drunk to want you, Avery.”
    She made a scoffing sound. “I call bullshit. You don’t even like me.”
    Slowly, Knox lowered her hand to her side. The solid weight of his thigh shifted beneath her head. She wanted to roll just a little so that she could press her mouth against him, even if his skin and muscles were covered by his clothes.
    His other hand smoothed across her face, fingers gliding from cheekbone to forehead to chin in a soft caress that had a shiver rolling through her body.
    “I like you just fine, doc,” he whispered, his voice gruff and smoky. “You’re irritating.”
    “Oh, yeah, that sounds like affection.”
    “And gorgeous and brilliant and maddening and you have a body built for sex.”
    Avery pulled in a gasp.
    “All lush curves and compact energy. Don’t doubt for a second that I want to stretch you out and touch every inch of you. I want to watch you completely unravel. I want to muss up that perfect exterior and drive you so crazy that the only thing you can think about is screaming my name as I finally give you the relief you’re craving.”
    Avery arched her back. She couldn’t help it. The sound of his voice, the words he was spilling across her like warm honey. She wanted everything he was saying. Right now. Needed him to move his hand and touch her. Soothe the tight ache of her erect nipples and the liquid burn settling between her thighs.
    He growled low in his throat. His palm landed on her belly, spreading wide and applying the slightest amount of pressure. “I’m fighting very hard right now to do the right thing, Avery. Be still.
    “What if I don’t want you to do the right thing?”
    She felt the slight tremor in his hand against her belly. The commanding force of him weighing her down. And she needed that right now. She was half-afraid that if he stopped touching her, she might simply float off into the night and never find her way back.
    “I don’t take advantage of women who are inebriated.” His words were harsh, but his eyes glowed as they stared down at her. Devoured her.
    Never in her life had she felt so...desired. And she wanted that. Wanted him.
    Hell, didn’t she deserve a little bit of what Knox McLemore could give? She’d been good her entire life while her sister had gone out and partied. She’d never let herself go there, because she’d seen the devastation left in the wake of bad decisions.
    Avery had no doubt this was a bad decision, but for the first time she understood how Melody could be lured into them. Because there was no doubt in her mind this was going to feel good. Damn good.
    “Let me tell you something, Knox. I’m not the kind of woman who does this.”
    “Does what? Gets stranded on a tropical island with a guy she barely knows?”
    “Sleeps with someone she doesn’t intend to have a relationship with. I’m the kind of woman who employs a six-date rule.”
    “Six? I thought most women went with three.”
    “Exactly,” she said, throwing her hands into the air and nearly smacking Knox in the face. He laughed and ducked. And the way his hand moved across her belly...his fingers brushed the underside of her breast, leaving behind a hunger for more.
    How could this man completely undo her with such an innocuous and fleeting touch while every other man she’d let into her bed had had to work damn hard for every orgasm she finally succumbed to?
    “You might have noticed I’m a little uptight.”
    “No,” he said, laughter filling the single word.
    “Bastard. I don’t allow myself this kind of thing.” His fingers were back at her face, smoothing across her skin in a rhythm that was