Pin Down (Men out of Uniform Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

an effort.
    Her lips were moist, as if she’d just licked them. Damn,
he’d missed that, but who could blame him? There was so much visual stimulation
he didn’t know what he wanted to look at more.
    He leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on her mouth and smiled
savagely to himself when her lids eased closed and her mouth parted farther. For
him. She leaned toward him too. And sighed softly.
    Oh. Fuck. Yeah.
    He wanted inside her in a way that shocked the hell out of
him.
    She opened her eyes when he’d made no move on her. It took a
second, but he saw the flash in their depths even before she tried to wretch
out of his grip.
    He held firm. “You wanted me to kiss you, so I’ll kiss you,”
he murmured, holding on to her easily.
    “Don’t do me any favors,” she spat.
    He smiled. “I just prefer a different kind of kiss.”
    She froze when he eased his hold and nudged down the strap
of her top until if fell off the slope of her smooth shoulder. He ran his fingertip
underneath the edge of the fabric and tugged, slowly but firmly, all the time
watching her carefully, gauging her reaction.
    She trembled when he exposed a nipple. His heartbeat kicked
up and need slammed into him with violent force when he looked down. Dark pink.
Small and tight and pretty, so fucking pretty. And she wasn’t making any move
to stop him.
    He bent and blew against her, smiling when she shivered. He lowered
his head and licked her gently, lapped at her nipple until she threaded her
fingers into his hair, cupped her hands against the back of his head and urged
him into her.
    He leaned her back over his forearm until it was the only
thing holding her up. He pushed the second strap down her arm until her other
breast was bare and he was kissing, licking and biting at her there too, his
other hand rolling and stroking the nipple between his fingers.
    God, she smelled incredible, especially the sweet spot right
between her breasts and all at once he wanted her under him with the ability to
use not just his mouth, but both hands on her as well, not to mention what he
wanted to do to her with other parts of his anatomy. As it was, he was using way
too much effort holding her and trying to stop himself from falling ass
backward into the tub and it was cramping his style. And pissing him off.
    He needed more of her, needed to run his hands over all of
her. And to see if she was as wet as he hoped she was for what he wanted. He
urged her to her feet and skated a hand up a smooth thigh, taking the skirt with
it.
    The panties were a surprise. They were simple and white.
Cotton. He smiled. Not exactly what he remembered women wore to bars, but what
the fuck did he know anymore? Besides, they were a turn on. Who needed satin or
lace or anything fancy? Of course, it probably had a lot more to do with what
they covered than what they looked like or what they were made of. And he
couldn’t wait to see her for himself.
    She drew in a sharp breath when he surged up from the tub,
taking her with him, lifting her up high against him, his hands somehow finding
the lush curves of her ass. He drew in a rough breath when she clasped her arms
around his neck and her legs somehow ended up around his waist, her skirt
bunched up around her hips.
    Nash took another deep breath, his blood pounding in his
ears with the urge, the need to get her to the bed, to get her under
him, when he took a step forward. And stumbled.
    He reached out a hand to steady himself but still managed to
slam her into the far wall, her back thumping hard against the surface and her
head banging back.
    “ Shit. Sorry. You okay?” he managed.
    “So,” she gasped. “Not so much with the subtle and you
prefer them to be knocked out too, huh? I can see how that’d be less effort all
around.”
    He wasn’t clumsy, had never been clumsy, could safely say
he’d never done a clumsy thing in his life before, but he’d forgotten his damn jeans
were still down around his ankles. How could he have