Fortune's Vengeful Groom. Charlene SandsЧитать онлайн книгу.
It always had.
So when he freed her breast and splayed both hands around her waist, tugging her closer, she allowed it. And sighed when his erection rubbed into her belly.
Her mind flashed images of making love with Reese in all ways and all positions imaginable. They’d been hot for each other. They’d never let up.
They’d been madly in love.
“Kiss me, Eliza.”
And there it was—the low timbre of Reese’s command. He’d always brought her pleasure. He’d been an incredible lover, a man who spoke to her in bed, telling her what he wanted and what he would do to her.
He’d been sinfully erotic, sexier than a man had a right to be. He’d brought her fulfillment each and every time.
Yes, yes. She wanted to kiss him and bring back all those heated, glorious memories. Just this once, she told herself because she knew she and Reese had no future together. They’d hurt each other far too much to ever hope to heal past mistakes. And she’d never reveal him as her husband.
Never.
She lifted her mouth to his. The moment their lips touched, Reese took over, and she flowed farther into his arms, remembering how he’d always taken care with her.
He held her close and gently, but his kiss was harsh, pressing her lips roughly, and the mix of his musky scent and demanding body was the sweetest torture she’d ever known. He took from her and took some more, his lips crushing hers without tenderness or regard.
And just when she meant to push him away, realizing the punishing terms of his kiss, he softened his assault and the blending of their mouths turned into something she’d never expected to feel for Reese again—desire.
It burned through her.
She stood in his arms, stunned by her reaction.
She’d spent the last six years hating him for his betrayal, and in less than six minutes he’d made her want him again.
“Open for me, baby,” he rasped out.
“Reese, this isn’t—”
He mated their tongues, and her protest died quickly as old rhythms came back. The taste of him and the heady way he moved his mouth on hers sent shocking tingles down to her feet. She fell deeply into the kiss, unmindful of reason, throwing caution to the wind.
Don’t fall for the guy again.
No, no. She wouldn’t. She’d promised Nicole and herself. But she couldn’t deny how alive he made her feel. More alive than she’d felt these past six years.
Reese broke off the kiss after long moments. “Still so pretty,” he said, his breath caressing her lips. “Still taste so damn good.”
Eliza’s heart raced. A shocking thrill coursed down her body, making her tremble with need. His seductive tone had always promised a wild night tangling in the sheets.
“Touch me,” he said quietly.
She lifted her hand to his face, her fingers outlining the strength of his jaw. She felt the contours, the slight stubble that shadowed his features, and remembered how that stubble would brush her thighs, creating rough friction against her legs right before he’d…
He bent his head and took her mouth again in another soul-searing kiss. Eliza kissed him back, caught up in memories she’d long ago buried. And when his knee parted her legs and he hiked her dress up slowly, the heat of his palm scorched her thigh. His fingers slid over her skin, inching higher until he teased the silken edge of her panties.
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