Catch 'n' Kiss (Are You Game?) Read Online Free PDF

an art of ignoring him for the last three weeks, except he wasn’t about to let her get away with it any longer. He pushed out of his chair and met her near the door. “I’m heading out too.”
    The scowl on her face said it all, and it took considerable effort and a bitten cheek to keep from grinning. Dan let her precede him through the door, let her lead the way downstairs, but once they made it to the bottom of the stairwell, he crowded close behind her. She picked up her pace, and this time there was no stopping the smirk from stretching his lips. When they neared the door, he scooted around her and opened it before she could. He waited for the I’m-capable speech. Women these days couldn’t seem to accept a kind gesture no matter how small.
    “Thank you,” she murmured as she walked past.
    His shock was so great it took him a second to follow. He’d expected her to lash out. God knows she never accepted his help when he offered. Suddenly she was thanking him for giving her a hand without asking? Dan wasn’t sure what to make of this latest shift in attitude, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. He had something else he wanted to do before they parted ways. Hurrying, he caught her just as she reached her car.
    “Hey.” As he’d hoped, she spun around, putting her back to her car, and he moved right in.
    “Wha—”
    Dan lowered his head and slanted his mouth across hers.
    Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath—his breath—and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth. The moan that issued from her throat had his blood racing and his balls tightening. Minty fresh, her taste exploded—saturated his mouth with memory and need. He’d wanted this for weeks. Days. Hours.
    Forever .
    He tangled their tongues and pressed in closer. They touched from chest to thigh, and Dan wanted the barriers between them gone. Wanted to rip the clothes from their bodies and really feel her against him. Except that wasn’t going to happen here. There were enough brain cells still functioning for him to know that. Instead, he angled his hips, pushed his leg between hers and rubbed against her pussy. She moaned into his mouth and he increased the pressure. She rocked her hips, the motion growing quicker with each stroke of his tongue—thrust of his leg.
    Dan worked his hand from her waist to her breast. He cupped the mound, tested the weight in his palm before pinching the taut nipple between thumb and fingers. Jody murmured, half-demand, half-plea, and the sound egged him on. His cock screamed for action and he twisted a little to the right, pressed his straining length into her hip in an attempt to find the friction he desperately needed. She bucked against him, her spine arching like a bow, and he pulled back, separated their mouths, to see her face.
    Her skin was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed pink and her pulse hammered at the base of her throat. She was the picture of a woman on the edge, and it blindsided him to think just a kiss and a few well-placed touches could get her there. The swollen flesh of her bottom lip lay wet and inviting, and Dan couldn’t resist sliding his tongue over the curved length. He barely registered the traffic metres away, rushing along the road as people made their way home.
    He saw the second she realised what they were doing—where they were doing it—and before she could protest, he planted his mouth on hers once more. This time he savoured. Licking and stroking in wet glides that stole his breath and gave him hers. She made that sound again—the one between a demand and a plea, and Dan’s good intentions fell at their feet. He squeezed her breast, pressing his thigh into her pussy until she rose to her toes. Off-balance, she leaned in, rocked her hips and ground her sex against him.
    Something snapped. In him—in her—he didn’t know, but all of a sudden they were moving together in a frenzy of need that left Jody panting in his mouth