Raine on Me Read Online Free PDF

please.”
    A smile curved his lips. “Are you a little short on patience with the small jokes?”
    “Very funny.”
    He inched closer until his chest pushed against hers. She gasped, instantly gripping his arms to keep from falling back as she stared up at him. He grinned down at her. At five foot two she was a little intimidated by the big man.
    “You need to move if you want me to sit.”
    2She backed up and bumped the bed with the back of her thighs. If she wasn’t still gripping his arms just under his elbows she would have fallen onto it on her ass. She sidestepped him, releasing his arms. A chuckle from the man annoyed her when he sat down on the bed, spreading his thighs wide apart, and seemed oblivious that he was one hundred percent naked.
    She darted a glance to his lap. He wasn’t aroused anymore. He chuckled again, pulling her attention up to his face. Amusement lit his dark gaze. He reached up, gripped her hips and pulled her closer so she stood between his spread thighs, putting his face inches from her breasts.
    “Look at my right shoulder. When I got tossed from the bull I hit it pretty hard on that side.”
    She could do this. She reached for his hair to discover the texture was as silky as it appeared. The strands lay in her palm as she brushed it back out of the way. Her other hand touched his arm just at the shoulder. She hesitated, her gaze meeting his.
    “Can you tilt your head back? I need to lean in to get a good look.”
    He smiled but did it. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. She leaned into him to study his shoulder. Her fingers traced a swollen, bruised area, and she judged it had to be a few days old from the coloring. She ignored her fingernail scratches that were near the injury. She’d marked him during sex but hadn’t drawn blood. She hoped they would fade within a few hours. She gripped the affected area, hesitating.
    “This might hurt a little. I need to really feel to make sure it’s not a serious injury so I have to dig in there to see if you did damage.”
    He took a deep breath. “Go ahead, baby. Do your worst. I’ll just distract myself.”
    She frowned over his words but concentrated on his shoulder. Her fingers gently explored the swollen area, feeling for muscle damage. He tensed a little but didn’t cry out in pain. That was good. She gasped a second later when he moved his arm, wrapping it tightly around her waist as his head lowered. He buried his nose between her breasts, nuzzling into the vee of her shirt.
    “What are you doing?” She tried to jerk back but his arm tightened around her, locking her in place.
    “Distracting myself.” His voice muffled against her breast as he turned his head a little.
    “Stop it.” Her hands froze on him.
    “Do your job,” he mumbled as his teeth raked the side of her breast.
    She took a deep breath. “It feels as though you’re just bruised and you have a knot.”
    “Rub it out. I’ve had those before but no cream. Just your hands.” His mouth turned. He open-mouth kissed the other side of her breast.
    Her breathing rate increased. She nodded and tried to ignore his mouth but found it impossible to do, especially when his free hand reached up to grip her shirt and bra. He freed a breast with a strong tug, making her gasp.
    2River had her nipple in his mouth, suckling hard on her, and the sensation ran all the way down to her clit. His hand tore at her shirt, freeing her other breast. He pinched the other nipple between his finger and thumb. Brit’s knees grew weak. If he wasn’t holding her up by her waist she feared they would have totally collapsed under her.
    He released her breast. “You aren’t rubbing.”
    “Stop that. I can’t think.”
    He chuckled. “Good. Rub my shoulder. I’m distracting myself.”
    “You’re distracting me too.”
    “Rub my shoulder.” He fastened his hot, wet mouth back on her breast. He sucked hard, getting a good grip on her while he worked her nipple.
    Brit