Running Wilde (The Winnie Wilde Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Do you have a son?”
    She nodded and started to say something but Ben put an index finger to her lips, stopping her. “And I’m not him either.”
    He gave her his signature crooked grin. Before she could say anything more, both of his hands reached up, fingers griping her head through her hair. His mouth found hers, crushing down on it, kissing her with a force she’d never felt in a kiss before. She parted her lips and his tongue found hers, playing and teasing. Her body relaxed and her arms went around him, clutching him closer. Grabbing his bottom through his jeans, she brought his hips forward into hers and let loose with the bottled-up moan.
    Soon the kisses weren’t enough. Winnie released Ben and pushed him back slightly. While he sloughed off his outer work shirt, she pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and started yanking it over his head. He helped and tossed it on the counter. Ben’s torso was slim with wide strong shoulders that tapered to a trim waist. His chest was firm and well developed and his arms muscled but without the bulging knots so common with men who over-used the gym. His skin was a warm light brown, like a café latte. The hair on his chest was dark but sparse, with a fine line of down that trailed from his chest down over his flat belly and disappeared into his jeans. She sighed, appreciating his beauty.
    He lifted the bottom of her top. Winnie raised her arms up and he slipped it off, exposing a pale pink bra. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said in a husky voice as he reached a hand up and caressed one of her breasts through the silky fabric.
    Winnie looked down, watching him stroke her breast, and saw the nipple pop to attention. “Look,” she said with a slight giggle, “It’s saying hello.” She giggled again as if drunk while he stroked her other breast and got the same response from that nipple. She reached around and unclasped her bra. Ben pulled it off, tossing it aside. It hadn’t even hit the floor before his sensuous mouth went to work on one of the firm nipples.
    “Oh my,” Winnie moaned. She arched slightly backwards against the counter. With one hand in his thick dark hair, she held him there, encouraging him. He kissed her breast, leaving a trail of tiny kisses while his mouth moved to the other breast. Back and forth his mouth traveled, sucking and licking and kissing, while Winnie, her face to the ceiling and her eyes closed, emitted a series of mewls and soft cries. She spread her legs wide and wrapped one around his legs, balancing on the other. She felt she was about to explode in orgasm when Ben stopped. She turned her head and opened her eyes to see him kicking off his work boots. In response, she kicked off her flats. Ben replied by stripping off his jeans and briefs. She watched him undress, breathless and unable to move to help. Once he was naked, he yanked down her yoga pants and panties. She lifted one leg, then the other, to step out of them.
    Both naked, Ben gently lowered Winnie to the floor on top of their clothes. She lay there, feeling patches of cool tile through the haphazard bed. She let him take charge, watching with halted breath while he put on a condom he’d pulled from a pocket of his jeans. When he parted her legs and positioned himself above her, she didn’t resist.
    Spread your wings, Winnie. Spread your wings.
    She cried out and arched her back when he entered her and thought she would disintegrate into shards of crystal like the glass she’d broken against the garage. He’d brought her to the brink before, would he suddenly kick her over it, she wondered, or let her suffer a delicious agony while he controlled his strokes and read her body, taking his time getting to know it?
    They moved together, finding their rhythm. Ben the younger but the more experienced, guiding her, controlling the timing until they both exploded in orgasm – she first, he right behind her. They lay together on the clothes, panting and spent. When Winnie