Queen of Hearts: (Family Stone #6 Shelley) (Family Stone Romantic Suspense) Read Online Free PDF

tugged the sheet away from her body. His palm skimmed over the curve of her breast, her nipple hardened into his caress. With a reverent hiss, he trailed his tongue down her neck and then pressed wet open mouthed kisses along her breastbone until he stopped in the valley of her breasts.
    His face buried between her breasts was a visual aphrodisiac. His dark hair brushed the sensitized skin of her breastbone and the scruff of his beard was a delicious scrape over her softer skin as he nuzzled one mound with his mouth and cupped the other in his hot palm.
    Shelley didn’t just want to be a recipient of his sexual attention. She needed to be an active participant in their physical play. She skimmed her toes up the back of his thighs, and gloried in the bunch of his ass beneath her hands. His cock brushed the valley of her stomach like a hot thick brand. Good, gracious, he was hard again, searing her with the promise of ecstasy.
    She squeezed her arms around his shoulders trapping his head between her breasts. He snickered and turned his head to the side, licking up the slope before suckling her nipple into his mouth.
    “You’re not distracting me that easily.” He pushed up, disengaging her legs, as he nipped his way down her stomach. She prayed he wouldn’t notice the silvery strands of her stretch marks.
    But he was too busy tonguing her belly button to comment on her body. Her thighs fell open as he kissed and suckled his way down her body until his nose was buried in the auburn curls at her sex.
    He smiled against her clit.
    “Oh,” she gasped. “You don’t have to—”
    “You’re right.” His tongue lapped at her slit in one long languid lick. “I want to.”
    She’d only had this done to her a few times. And it had been nice but truly she couldn’t seem to let go of her inhibitions enough to enjoy it. “Really.”
    Ric scooped his arms underneath her thighs, lifting her up until the back of her legs rested on his shoulders, his palms cupped her ass, and he was face planted in the heart of her sex. He inhaled slowly, then pressed an open mouthed kiss right over her opening.
    He spread his palms wide and pressed down on her lower belly as his tongue continued to do wicked things to her. His swarthy skin was a stark contrast to her pale belly and lighter curls. Her pulse sped up.
    “What a gorgeous pink pussy.”
    Her hips jerked at the dirty talk.
    He chuckled against her curls and then used his thumbs to spread her wide. The air was cool against her damp sex. “Someone likes it dirty.”
    Her entire sex clenched, dying for more of him.
    As if he knew exactly what she wanted, he jammed his tongue inside, stabbing in a rhythm that had her clenching wanting more than the bulk of his tongue inside her, wanting the girth and thrust of his cock.
    Her feet were planted next to his shoulders and her hips rocked involuntarily into the hot press of his mouth. His slight stubble stimulated nerve endings as her whole attention narrowed to the carnal attention of his tongue and the stroke of his hands.
    God it was building again. Her body was like a hot air balloon slowly filling, expanding until she knew she was going to take off in a burst of helium. Anticipating her imminent explosion, Ric’s mouth continued to work her sex and he slid his hands up and cupped her breasts.
    Then he sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time he pinched her nipples hard. She lifted off, flying as her sex clenched around nothing, convulsing with an explosive fury.
    The lusty moan that erupted from her was as much a surprise as her body imploding in a spectacular burst of sexual bliss. She was going to have to rethink her position on oral sex. That had been more than just nice.
    She wasn’t loud during sex. She wasn’t loud anytime. She was proper, and quiet, and dignified. She’d spent years perfecting that persona, dealing with the malicious gossips and their snide comments when she’d first gone to live at the Stone Mansion