Playing for Keeps: Harford Scarlet Series Read Online Free PDF Page A

with a soft slap. Her whole body electrified as she stared at his substantial erection. She had to touch him. Her right hand moved to clasp him, her fingers curling around the hot, velvety skin coating his steel-hard manhood. His head fell back and he groaned, his hips flexing within her encircling digits. His arms tightened more, trapping her hand between their bodies, then his hands squeezed her lace-clad buttocks, pulling her into him.
    ‘Wet pants,’ he repeated.
    Deftly, he pulled her knickers down and delved his fingers into her molten core. Sarah cried out, powerless to resist his intrusion.
    ‘Soaking wet,’ he whispered as his fingers found her tender nub.
    Sarah yelped as torrents of pleasure poured through her. A long, rough finger thrust inside her and she convulsed helplessly, unable to think or breathe, only to feel as it plunged repeatedly inside her. Another finger joined the first, stretching her deliciously, and she moaned, her head falling forward to bite his shoulder.
    Tom turned them both around and pinned her forcefully against the wall, hoisting her off her feet with a hand on her backside. Her legs parted and rose on his hips, giving his other hand full access between her thighs. Her own trapped hand moved on his manhood, gliding along and squeezing in time with her inner muscles on his fingers. His hips pistoned against her, his merciless digits reducing her to a bundle of raw, exposed nerves.
    He breathed heavily into her ear, nibbling the lobe as she gulped and cried against his shoulder. Her hitched-up, swollen breasts ground against his chest, the friction and restriction driving her crazy with need. His fingers alternately rubbed her and pinched her, thrusting inside her as her body clenched around them. The sensations built up rapidly as the pace quickened to a frenzy, until they peaked and their bodies arched in agonising bliss.
    Minutes passed as they panted heavily under the cascading water, ripples of pleasure still shaking their bodies. Tom let Sarah slide down and she somehow found her feet. Together, they stepped out of the bath and Tom stripped off her bra. He carefully dabbed her dry with a soft towel. They tumbled out of the steamy bathroom and into a darkened bedroom. Collapsing on the bed, Tom locked his arms around her, pulling her into his body. They fell unconscious, wrapped together.
    The slam of a door woke her up, causing her to open her eyes. She winced as a shaft of sunlight dazzled her. Turning her head to avoid the glare, she focused on an unfamiliar alarm clock. It was shortly past five in the morning.
    The events of only a few hours ago flashed through her head. She flushed with embarrassment as she remembered that she was in bed, naked, with a man she barely knew. Her fascination with him had been a smouldering sexual attraction and as soon as they were alone, it had ignited to a fierce blaze.
    Tom was lying behind her, spooning her, with his hot, heavy groin pressed into her backside and legs wrapped around hers. His arms were again holding her close, one hand encircling a breast, the other cupping her mound. Carefully, she turned her head to look at him. His short, dark hair was mussed, his eyes closed, and soft breath emanated from his upturned, chiselled lips. Her heart twanged; perhaps it was more than just her body that was drawn to him? She stared further down his muscular, taut frame, completely exposed to the morning light shining through the windows. She was so tempted to wake him up, to continue what they’d started. Her stomach started twisting, her hips tempted to rub against him, her thighs twitching together in an effort to allay the building ache between them.
    She began to move her hand down his ribbed belly, towards his hip. She gasped as the hand on her mound pressed into her and it thrust her up to a small peak of response. His arms tightened.
    ‘Mine … mine … mine,’ he mumbled. ‘Mine … s’mine. Ess’s mine. Lovesss.’
    “Ess”?