Angela, Carla - Full Exposure (BookStrand Publishing Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

wanting her fix.
    Powering off her laptop resolutely, she walked around her double bed to the window, picked up the lavender pot, pushing the tiny amount of fallen soil back in, and scooped Cupcakes up into her arms, carrying him to his basket at the foot of her bed. He was the only bedroom companion she needed. She didn’t need her heart broken again by any man. Hu man.
    Lake was obviously more tired than she’d given herself credit for, because moments after she’d crawled into bed, she was asleep. But it wasn’t a sound sleep exactly. Before long she was writhing about, clutching at the starched, white sheets with sweaty hands, softly moaning.
    In her dreams, it wasn’t Cupcakes who’d pounced through the window, but Hunter, like a creature of the night. In his package-hugging, faded jeans and V-neck, blue tee, revealing just a hint of manly, tanned skin and tufts of blond hair, he’d climbed through the window and gently called out her name, like a finger tracing its way down her spine.
    She’d awakened immediately, at least in her dreams, propping up on her elbows, albeit paralyzed, superglued to her pillow-top mattress. Her strappy, deep purple, silk nightie betrayed her, though, by falling from her milky shoulders, revealing her erect, rosebud nipples beneath. She wanted to protest, to tell him to leave immediately. But she couldn’t speak. The cat had got her tongue, so to speak.
    In her dream, he’d gazed at her with those X-ray-like, piercing blue eyes and then, in a single stride, was standing at the foot of her bed. His eyes now fixated on her nipples, he slowly—tantalizingly—unbuckled his chocolate-hued belt. Then, changing the tempo, he thrust off his jeans, quick as a flash, so that they pooled somewhere below the foot of the bed in a denim-coloured heap. It was then that, at last, a sound came out of Lake’s lips. A gasp.
    Because just like Hunter had to chosen not to wear footwear earlier on, it also seemed that he preferred not to wear underwear—at least in her dreams. Standing to attention now, straining against the outside hem of his T-shirt, was a thick, vein-riddled shaft, like an irresistible lollipop. His crown jewels. A soft moan bubbled out of Lake from deep within.
    Before he removed his T-shirt, Hunter was kneeling on the bed, tugging at Lake’s nightie. All Lake, in her dream, could do was obediently sit up and put her arms up over her head and let him pull it off, so that the cool material skimmed over her skin, causing it to break out in a rash of goose bumps. A second later, though, she was distracted by his full, pink lips drawing closer and closer. Lake sucked in a breath.
    Then she felt wetness on her right nipple. He’d plunged his mouth there and was sucking and sucking. Like it was a chocolate ball, and he wanted to get to the sweet, honeycomb centre. Lake felt slick between her thighs. Trying to take control, she clawed at the T-shirt fabric on his back.
    Instead of taking the hint to finally remove it, he stopped nipple-sucking and pinned her arms up past her ears on the bed with his hands. Then that beautiful mouth of his dipped toward her own, and it was like a rocket landing when it made contact, sizzling like a hot plate. His tongue thrust in, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth.
    Then, disappointingly, he stopped again, removing his hands and lips from hers, leaving her freezer-cold for a moment. But it was only to rip off his T-shirt and just as quickly help her discard her panties.
    Then Hunter had her thighs clamped between his own, the warmth of his skin against hers pushing her temperature to boiling point, and with a suddenness, he plunged into her wet centre, massaging her handful-sized, milky breasts simultaneously as he rode her. And rode her. And rode her. In her dreams, Lake felt every thrust like a shockwave reverberating through her. She clutched at his toned buttocks, pushing him in deeper. And deeper. It was an exquisite feeling.
    Then she