RidingtheWaves Read Online Free PDF

fell speechless. And
during the awkward moment, the deep feelings she’d harbored years prior came
crashing back, swelling her heart.
    Whiltby Jr. rushed forward, nearly tumbling headfirst into
the bar. Brent grabbed him by the arm to intercept the fall. “Easy, Sean,
unless your intention is to end up with a head full of stitches tonight.”
    Impressive. Brent held him up with a single hand and didn’t
even break a sweat.
    “Miss Parschen, are you ready to let me take that coat yet?”
    “No, Sean, I—”
    “Yes,” Brent interrupted. He released Sean’s arm and placed
his hands on her shoulders. “She’s been waiting for someone to ask her to
dance.”
    “Why didn’t you just say so?” He hiccupped and grabbed hold
of her fingers. “The next one is mine.”
    “Sorry, Sean,” Brent said, breaking Sean’s grasp from her
hand. “She’s mine for the rest of the evening.”
    Holy wow . The possession in those words withered her
insides to mush.
    With painstakingly slow motions, Brent removed the coat from
her shoulders. His fingers caressed her skin as he slid it down her arms one
erotic inch at a time, as if removing a gown. Her heartbeat escalated into a
thundering drum inside her ears. And while his intense gaze compelled her to do
nothing more than comply, she suddenly felt like a puppet whose strings and
actions were controlled by the master puppeteer.
    A blanket of warm air wrapped around her when he’d removed
the coat and laid it over a barstool. Inch by slow, tantalizing inch, his eyes
patrolled her body. Every fraction of her being went up in smoke.
    “Baby, I could nibble on you all night.”
    Her tummy vaulted. Any more vocal seduction and she’d have
to call it a night to cure the ache with her showerhead or dildo. Both seemed
enticing at the moment.
    Taking her by the hands, he stared long and hard into her
eyes. Mesmerized by his aura of confidence, she followed his lead as he began
walking backward, drawing her to the dance floor.
    He stopped to pull her gently toward him. He placed one hand
on her back. The other cupped her fingers and he held them against a hot, bare
section of skin directly above his breast. She whimpered a sigh as their bodies
melded together. An unfamiliar feeling of trust lingered and she found it
soothing in an odd way. Never had she experienced such comfort and warmth. Like
a cub held between a tiger’s paws, so tiny, and protected and shielded from
harm.
    He lowered his palm to the base of her spine and pulled her
close. So close she felt his erection prod her belly. She pressed into the hard
shaft with further assistance from his hand. A soft growl escaped his throat
and his fingers tightened around hers. The sound absorbed into her sensual
psyche, turning her on to such a degree her pussy ached and warm juice flowed
from her body again.
    If the good Lord smiled upon her tonight and granted her one
wish, she’d wish the evening would never end.
    Sliding her fingers inside Brent’s shirt, she placed them on
his back. Rugged, taut muscles rested beneath her hand. As if touching him were
the most natural thing in the world, she began caressing him with a
featherlight touch. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on his breastbone.
    As Willie Nelson’s You Were Always on My Mind flowed
from the speakers, Brent led her into step, swaying softly. He began singing
the beautiful lyrics, the timbre of his voice quaking inside his chest. The
mixture of his lyrical vibrations and the thump-thump, thump-thump ofhis heartbeat caused tremors against her cheek, lulling her into a dream
state.
    Within the moment, everyone in the room disappeared from her
mind’s eye. He could’ve laid her down on the dance floor in that instant and
made love to her until morning.
    “Annalee?”
    “Mmm-hmm?”
    “Look at me.”
    Slowly she lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. His
forehead glistened with perspiration and his irises had grown so dark his
pupils disappeared.
    “Do you