Tales of Chills and Thrills: The Mystery Thriller Horror Box Set (7 Mystery Thriller Horror Novels)

Tales of Chills and Thrills: The Mystery Thriller Horror Box Set (7 Mystery Thriller Horror Novels) Read Online Free PDF

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Author: J. Thorn
for the slow lash of his skillful tongue. Pushing his tongue between her lips, he sucked on her tongue eliciting a soft whimper. His answering groan drove the flames racing through her body higher.
    He growled, “Damn, Nicki, I knew you would taste like this, sweet, hot.”
    She wriggled against him stunned at the sensations swamping her. She struggled to keep from falling further, harder under his spell.
    “What are you doing, Rafe?” Her voice was strangled with need.
    “Damned if I know, Princess. It must be the scotch.”
    And then he was no longer gentle, persuasive. Rather he thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, hard, demanding, pushing down her resistance. Oh God, yes. There was no way she could stop now. She was damned. Her hunger was as great as his. She moaned into his mouth and frantically began to taste him, suck on him, drinking in the heady taste of Scotch and cigarettes and Rafe. She was lost to the turmoil raking her groin. She wanted him closer. She wanted to feel him, all of him. Touch him, the way he was touching her, deep, hard, unrelenting.
    His hands were all over her, his probing finger slipped up inside the outrageous slit in her dress. Grasping her thighs, he spread them open. His voice was low, rumbling with lust.
    “Yeah, just what I thought. Thigh-high stockings. And this slit in the front of your dress. Did you know, Princess, that when you turned a certain way, I caught a glimpse of this!” He stroked the bare flesh above her lacy stockings. “And that fucking bastard, he saw too. Christ, it’s a wonder we both didn’t attack you on the spot.”
    He groaned. “Did you see me staring at you, wanting to see more? Wild little tease that you are, I think you did. But dammit, Nicki, I didn’t want to just look, I wanted to touch you, like this.”
    She gave a gasp of agonized need, not wanting him to stop. She wanted his hands, his fingers deep inside of her. In places that ached for his touch.
    When she didn’t think she could go any higher, feel any more, he groaned and shoved her dress up over her hips. Spreading her legs, Rafe grabbed her bare ass cheeks in his big hands and lifted her up over his strong thigh. When Nicki felt his bulging erection pressing against her fevered flesh, a bolt of electricity shot through her core. Clinging to his shoulders, she pressed against his hard erection, sobbing with need.
    He growled, “Yeah, baby, ride me. Ride me just like that.”
    And, God help him, she did. Her whimpering cries begging for more signaled her orgasm was near. He knew they were at a point of no return. In the next minute he’d have the top of her dress down to her waist and then he would have a choice. He could feast on her gorgeous breasts, taste those soft pink nipples he’d glimpsed, suck on them until they were hard ripe berries. Or, he could bury his mouth in the succulent folds between her thighs and gorge himself on the sweet juices coating his fingers.
    Christ, he’d been lusting for her for hours. Hell, more like days. His prick was iron hard. If he didn’t get relief soon, chances were good he’d come in his pants.
    But dammit, he couldn’t. Every inch of his body cried out, begging him to take her, to put her down on the floor and fuck her. Deep, hard. But he urgently reminded himself, he couldn’t. She’d never forgive him, and he’d never forgive himself. It was no good to blame it on the scotch. Hell, he could down a bottle of scotch and take on a small army without breathing hard. No, it was Nicki. It was her soft luscious curves, her tantalizing lavender and lemon grass smell, layered with the erotic musk of an aroused woman. God, he longed to bury his mouth between her luscious thighs and feast on her. But he’d promised himself he wouldn’t give in to her siren call. He’d resist her. For her sake, but even more for his own. He knew what he was. It wasn’t only his past. He was a man with hard-driving appetites. Much too hard, too demanding for
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