Accidentally Hooked (The Naked Truth Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

balls gently, and ran her teeth along his skin.
    Grazing. Branding. Tasting. He leaned down and thrust both hands in her hair, applying a deep pressure on her scalp. She let a couple of moans out, and intensified the strokes on him, licking his balls and scratching his thighs.
    A thread of sweat slicked his forehead. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Propping herself on one elbow, she shifted on the mattress, changing her angle so he was able to appreciate her luscious breasts. “You’re killing me, love.”
    “If you die on me, you’ll miss”—she pushed her breasts together, leaned forward, and placed his length in between them—“this.”
    Air socked from his lungs. She started to massage his cock with her breasts, the two globes of perfection squeezing him. His groin contracted, and fluid coated the tip of his penis. A firestorm flooded through his veins.
    No. He couldn’t come yet.
    He pulled her to the middle of the bed. The frown between her eyebrows gave him the assurance he needed. She was ready.
    He retrieved a condom from his wallet, and rolled it on. His fingers trembled. Although he’d just met her, a part of him acted like he’d waited for this his whole life. He shook his head. I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.
    With a wicked smile on his face, he joined her on the bed. She opened her legs, and he melded his mouth to hers in a kiss that demanded. Explored. Savored.
    He drove himself inside her, and they both moaned. He didn’t expect her to be this tight, her walls barely letting him move against them. A current of electricity bolted through him. Inhaling, he removed his cock from her, and thrust again, plunging into her.
    He dipped his head down and licked the sweat trickling between her breasts. The fresh odor and her sexy, tantalizing arousal scent filled the room. Each time he impaled her, his heart threatened to gallop out of his chest. Beads of sweat slicked his hair, his buttocks, his torso.
    She linked her arms around him, and the closeness pushed him over the edge. He flicked her clit, and watched as her curvy body quivered under his. A flush spread across her cheeks, and coarse whispers in Spanish fled her parted mouth.
    He withdrew from her one last time, the tip of his length all the way out. He didn’t want to be out. He wanted…her. She wrapped her legs around him, and he went in for his last thrust, all the remaining pieces of his self-restraint exploding as pleasure claimed him and poured out of him.
    Sated, he fell on top of her, his skin sticking to hers. She shifted to the right, and a cool breeze swept over him. A ridiculous sense of intimacy compelled him to kiss her shoulder and whisper, “Don’t move.”
    He swung one leg over the other and sprung out of bed, strode to the bathroom, and disposed of the condom. Opening the tap, he splashed cold water on his face and dried it with a towel. I screwed her.
    Walking back into the room, he rubbed his neck, trying to alleviate the kink. Having sex with her didn’t give him the evidence he needed to show his sister what kind of man she was about to marry. It didn’t prove anything other than he acted like a horndog who hadn’t gotten any in ages.
    He peered around, his pulse racing at the anticipation of finding her again. Disappointment poured over him when he spotted the rumpled sheets on the empty bed, the mix of sweat and arousal scent in the air.
    Already dressed with the black pants and bra, she was leaning down to scoop her shirt from the floor. The tousled hair and labored breath reminded him of what they’d just done. What he wanted to do again. “You moved.”
    “All good things come to an end, right?” She stood up straight and put on the top. “Time to jet.”
    “I’m not done.”
    She upped her eyebrow and pointed her head at his hardening cock. “I can see that. Unfortunately for you, I’m calling it a night.”
    “Why the hurry?” He grabbed a flower from the vase and walked to her,