Fearless Read Online Free PDF Page B

and Luke damn near dropped to his knees.
    She was also a commando kind of gal. Heart pounding, his eyes glued to that sleekly waxed thatch of hair, he missed the rest of the dress’s ascent.
    His body throbbed, hard and needy.
    His fingers itched with a need to touch. To sink into her warmth and see if she was as hot inside as she was out.
    Then, still clad in sheer black stockings, a red satin garter and those heels, she stepped over to the bed. The move gave him a look at her butt, which was just as fabulous naked as it was covered in fabric. It also forced his eyes away from her thatch, so he could take in the rest of the view.
    Oh, baby.
    She was incredible. Full breasts tipped with pale pink nipples, and a dusting of freckles over her chest. Luke wasn’t sure what he’d done in life to deserve this fantasy, but he was damned grateful.
    “I’m going to put this—” she held up a foil-wrapped condom that she’d grabbed off the bedside table “–here.”
    She tucked it into the lace of her stocking. Not on her outer thigh, though. Her inner thigh. Right there, inches away from the heaven that beckoned behind that tidy strip of curls.
    Luke moaned.
    He’d seduced plenty of women over the years.
    And he’d been seduced plenty of times.
    But he’d never been reduced to pure lusting hormones, ready to beg for a taste, before.
    “Well?” she asked, arching her brows so high they disappeared behind her bangs. Much like her dress had disappeared behind the chair.
    Luke swallowed. Hard.
    “Well?” he repeated, buying his brain enough time to decipher the sputtering warning signals it was trying to spout off. All he knew about her was that she had a rockin’ hot bod, a gorgeous smile and a wicked sense of humor. But it was hard to care about her last name or life details when his body was demanding a taste of the pleasure she was offering.
    “Well, are you up for a little fantasy fulfillment?” she asked. Her words were low and husky and her expression filled with pure invitation. But her fingers trembled just a little as she skimmed them down her sides and over those sweet hips to the ribboned tops of her stockings.
    “Your fantasy? Or mine?”
    “What do you want to bet they are pretty close to the same,” she said, laughing.
    Only one way to find out.
    Luke strode forward, moving fast enough that her eyes rounded with surprise, then narrowed in pleasure just before his mouth closed over hers.
    Her lips were so soft. Deliciously welcoming. His tongue swept over the edge of her teeth, gentle and teasing. She sighed, as if relaxing into the pleasure.
    But relaxation wasn’t his goal here.
    His tongue plunged.
    Swift, hard, swirling.
    He took her mouth in huge greedy gulps.
    His hands tunneled into the silken mass of her hair, tilting her head back to meet his demands.
    Their mouths danced together as if the kiss had been choreographed. Each move he made, she met perfectly. Every sound she made got him even hotter. His body tight as a spring, he teetered on the edge of totally losing control.
    It was like diving into a maelstrom.
    He’d found heaven. She tasted delicious, she felt incredible and she blew his mind straight to hell.
    Holy shit.
    Stunned at the power, the depths and the intensity of his passion, he stared into her big eyes.
    She opened her mouth as if to comment, then closed it again. Good. Maybe her brain was as scrambled as his.
    Before she could unscramble it, he lifted her off her feet.
    Time for a little of that initiative he’d mentioned.
    His hands on her waist, Luke backed her up until she was trapped between the wall and the hard, throbbing length of his body.
    He snagged her wrists, pulling her arms above her head to catch both in one hand. Focusing on the delight instead of the shock in her eyes, he cupped the back of her neck with his free hand, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging her head into the perfect position again. Before she could do more than gasp, he took her