Sisters in White (Love in Bloom: Snow Sisters #3) Contemporary Romance Read Online Free PDF Page A

mouth. He circled her nipples with his tongue.
    Yes! Oh God. Yes! “More. Harder.” She clutched his hair in her hands and pulled him down. His tongue pushed hard as he suckled her breast until she was moaning in ecstasy, on the verge of peaking.
    Then he drew away slowly, and she reached for him. “No, don’t stop. Touch me. Touch me,” she pleaded, her shyness lost amid the desire that pulsed and swelled within her. She took his hand and drew it down between her legs.
    “Uh-uh,” he said, and held her hand there.
    Danica felt a rush of titillation. She’d never touched herself in front of anyone before, and she could barely believe she was doing it now—but, oh my —this felt so naughty, so forbidden. A rush of excitement set her hand in motion.
    His tongue moved back to her mouth and he thrust it in, exploring in a way that sent shivers right through her. She found the spot she knew would carry her over the edge and moved quick and hard against it. She felt his hand move away and she opened her eyes. He was quick to plant a kiss on each lid, forcing them closed.
    “No,” he whispered when she drew her hand away. “Keep going.”
    She felt his eyes on her as she moved swiftly and skillfully along the moist folds of her sensitive skin. Every muscle in her legs tightening, heat rose within her to a fever pitch—one final stroke and she knew she’d be there. Blake’s fingers found hers, and he worked her into a frenzy until her body bucked and rocked against him. Her flesh throbbed and pulsated against his fingers as sensations tightened every nerve in her body, then slowly dissipated, leaving her body limp, her mind foggy, and her heart full.
    “That’s my girl,” Blake said, kissing her cheeks and her neck and pushing her hair from her forehead.
    Every touch was so tender and loving that she melted into the safe and sated feeling. Their bodies were slick with sweat as he pulled away. Then his massive thighs were pushing hers apart. She gasped, not sure she could take any more. He leaned on his elbows, holding her head between his hands.
    “Look at me,” he said, staring into her eyes as he slid into her, until she could feel every blessed inch of him. Then he drew himself out slowly.
    No. Don’t stop!
    Danica felt her eyes fluttering open, closed, then open again as she fell into his rhythm, her body responding again and again, in ways she didn’t think possible. He moved faster, harder, and she grabbed at his back, and when he hit just the right spot that stole her breath, grabbing wasn’t enough. She clawed at his back, forgetting whatever had held her back when they first began and pleading for more.
    “Faster.” To her dismay, he slowed his movements. “Fast, faster,” she pleaded.
    He pulled out from between her legs and slid down her body until she felt the heat of his tongue upon her, lapping, sucking, making every nerve in her body tingle and burn. His hands slid up her body and he took her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs.
    She couldn’t take it. Her loins were on fire, aching for more of him. She clutched his hair as her body finally found its release. She clawed at the sheets as aftershocks rocked her insides, like bolts of lightning searing her again and again, until she had no more energy to give. Her body fell limp, shuddering against him. And his sweet voice found her ears again.
    “Tell me.”
    She shook her head, unable to think, much less speak. She couldn’t take any more. There must be a sin in experiencing that much pleasure in such quick succession.
    “Tell me,” he urged again, drawing his tongue up the center of her belly, to the undersides of her breasts, until she was pulling him into her, ravenous for his love.
    “More. Now, more.”
    “More what?” he teased.
    Her eyes flew open. “Really?” Her voice was throaty and raw.
    “Really,” he said, and began to pull away from her.
    She grabbed him and pulled him back toward her. “Aren’t you?