Alex Reid (Rich & Single #1) Read Online Free PDF

he could hear the grin even though he couldn’t see it.
    “Undress me, then.”
    She pulled back enough to unbutton his jacket, her slender hands sliding it from his shoulders.
    “Don’t throw that on the floor.”
    Laura laughed but she laid the jacket on the counter, and made quick work of his shirt. When it fell open to reveal the muscles of his stomach and chest, she all but purred. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips.
    “Damn, you’re hot.” She traced the ripple of his abdominals with her fingers, then raked her nails over them just hard enough to leave a faint sting behind. “I really hit the jackpot tonight.”
    “If you don’t get moving, you’re not going to hit anything.”
    She laughed. “Having a hard time, babe?”
    He was, in fact, having a very hard time. Alex caught her around the hips again, this time to lift her onto the counter while she laughed breathlessly. MacBane was going to be less than happy when he found out they’d had sex in the kitchen, but he would get over it. Alex wasn’t waiting. He had a hot, willing woman right here.
    Her hands worked at the catch of his pants, and he yanked her panties down, pulling them off over the heels she still wore. She whimpered when his fingers traced her slit and found her slick and wet. He pressed the tip of one against her clit and she bucked into his hand. The task of stripping him out of his pants suddenly became a far more urgent one if the way she shoved them down his hips was anything to go by.
    Alex grinned. “Good. Now, hands on the counter.” He toed off his shoes so he could let the clothes fall and kick them to the side.
    Laura pressed the palms of her hands to the granite, arching her spine, and spread her legs wide.
    Alex groaned low in his throat.
    “Come on,” she urged.
    Alex slid his hands slowly up the curve of her waist, over her ribcage, and cupped the weight of her breasts, thumbs stroking over her peaked nipples. His lips he pressed to the valley between them, brushing kisses down along her sternum and over her belly while she writhed under his touch.
    At her navel, he paused, nipping at the rim, and she moaned.
    “Come on,” she said again, reaching up to tangle a hand in his hair.
    “Counter,” he ordered.
    She dropped the hand with another soft whimper, and he rewarded her by sliding two fingers over her sex and rubbing circles against her clit. Her hips rocked against his hand.
    “Tell me what you want.” Alex trailed kisses back up the length of her body to catch the unattended nipple gently between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it and listening to her gasp.
    “Want you to fuck me.”
    He laughed against her skin. “I think that can be arranged.” His fingers stroked one more time over her clit, and then he reached for the condom in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and rolled it down himself. All he could think about was getting inside her. Having her.
    She was wet, and wanting, and he slid in easily on the first thrust, listening to her cry out with pleasure at the stretch. One of her hands lifted from the counter to wrap around his shoulder instead, nails digging marks into his skin. He pulled back until he almost slipped out of her, and rocked forward again.
    “Fuck,” she was panting. “Yes. Alex. Please.”
    With a groan of his own, he nipped a mark into the soft skin of her shoulder. She was meeting every thrust, moving with the kind of eagerness that really turned him on, begging for him to move harder, faster. Alex obliged, dragging her closer to the edge of the counter for a better angle. Her gasps were rising in pitch. With one hand he reached down to rub her clit again, matching the rhythm of their motion. She grasped at him like he was the only thing she had to hold onto.
    “Going to come for me?” he growled. “Do it. Come for me.”
    She did, panting his name in mangled syllables, her body rippling around him.
    Alex didn’t follow her over the edge. His fingers gentled on her