Melt With You: Fated, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF Page B

right now,
baby. I’m about to blow your mind.” She giggled when he crawled onto the bed on
all fours, looking every inch the predatory male about to capture his feminine
prey. The glint in his eyes was mesmerizing, as was the lethal way he crawled
up her body until she was completely beneath him. “I love a confident man.”
            Leaning down, he dropped a kiss to the top
of her breast, above her bra. She quivered in delight at the first brush of his
lips. “I’m not that confident. If I don’t get inside you and soon, I just might
come all over your pretty thighs.” God, that image was hot. The man had a way
with words. She could only imagine streams of semen shooting from his cock and
spilling all over her thighs. His agonized groan filling the air, her fingers
drifting through his creamy essence before she brought them to her mouth for a
taste…
            “Condoms are in the bedside table,” she
said, her voice full of urgency.
            He snickered, the devil. “I like a girl
who’s always prepared.”
            “I should’ve been a Boy Scout.”
            “Thank God you’re not.” He reached across
her, pulled open the drawer and rummaged around until his hand emerged with two
condom packs clutched against his palm.
            All the breath left her lungs while she
watched him lift so he was on his knees. He tore open the condom packet. She’d
never really watched a man touch himself before—
            the firm way his
fingers circled the base of his cock, his other hand guiding the condom over
his length. He stroked down, his fingers then trailed back up as if he was
enjoying it, and a strangled sound left her at the sight.
            Wes glanced up, caught her staring and a
sexy little smile teased the corner of his mouth. She arched a brow in
response. “Are you having a good time?”
            “Oh, definitely.” The smile grew until it lit up his entire face.
            “I would like to enjoy myself too.” She shifted, her legs restless and he reached out, his fingers
curling around the waistband of her panties.
            “I can definitely make that happen.” With
a gentle tug he pulled off her panties, revealing her completely. His eyes grew
darker as he drew the delicate piece of pale cotton down her thighs, over her
knees, along her calves until he carefully drew them from her feet. Her entire
body trembled with awareness, a choked gasp sticking in her throat when he
settled his big hands on her knees and slowly spread her legs wide.
            “Pretty,” he murmured as he continued to
stare.
            She wanted to die from mortification. And
pleasure.
            He stroked the inside of her thighs—his
fingers coming perilously close to her pussy but not close enough. She closed
her eyes and gave into it, sinking her teeth into her lower lip when he
finally, finally touched her between her legs. A fleeting touch, the tips of
his fingers brushed through the scant pubic hair, traced along the seam of her
slit before he pulled away.
            God. She wanted
more. Now.
            He was deliberately slow, driving her out
of her ever-loving mind. Shifting his attention above her waist, he worked at
the front clasp of her bra, undoing it so the cups sprang apart. He smoothed
the fabric away so that her breasts were completely exposed.
            Leaning in, he rained kisses over her
flesh, purposely not touching her nipples and she sobbed. Literally sobbed when
he continued to torture her like the sick, sadistic bastard he had to be.
            “Christ baby, you are so wet.” He dipped
his fingers between her legs, testing her and she wanted to cry with relief
when he touched her clit. She was going to come and soon. Or at least, she
hoped so.
            “You’re driving me crazy,” she muttered,
earning a laugh from him.
            Her
lids snapped open to find him still