Taming Angelina: The Temptation Saga: Book Four Read Online Free PDF Page A

right.”
    “It’s what everyone calls me.”
    “Fine. Angie. You and I both know this isn’t a good idea.” He smirked. “And it’d never hold up in court.”
    “Do you really want to take that chance?” Angie pasted her best seductive smile on her face.
    He smiled and a dimple appeared on his left cheek. The ice around her heart started to crack as he sauntered toward her, his hand out.
    On instinct, she reached out and touched her fingertips to his.
    “I was reaching for the sunscreen,” he said.
    “Oh.” More warmth flooded her already flaming cheeks. How needy was she? She placed the bottle of lotion in his brown hand. “My back, please.” She lay face down on her chaise.
    The chair dipped a bit when he sat on the edge. “I’ll need to move your straps if you want good coverage.”
    She shuddered when his fingers brushed her skin, and hoped he didn’t notice. “By all means.”
    Smooth hands, silky lotion, hot man. It had been so, so long. Her nipples hardened into nubs and threatened to poke through the chaise. His sensual strokes warmed her through and through. The tickle between her legs became more intense. From a back rub? That had never happened before.
    Course never before had she gotten a backrub from the amazing Rafe Grayhawk.
    Fierce need flooded her. She wanted him, desired him, might die if she didn’t get just a smidge of him. Before she had time to change her mind, she flipped over onto her back, her bare breasts exposed to his view.
    His eyebrows shot to his forehead. “Uh—”
    Without thinking, only feeling, she pulled him toward her until his lips crushed against hers.
    The kiss of a century…how wonderful, his soft sweet lips, so delectable against her own. Was it a hint of lime? Couldn’t be. Such a man as Rafe Grayhawk wouldn’t wear flavored lip balm. Millimeter by millimeter she feasted on those luscious lips, kissing first the top and then the bottom, running her tongue over their plumpness and plunging it inside to taste him. He kissed her back, swirling his tongue around hers in a playful manner that didn’t seem quite “him.” Yet it was. He nipped at her, tugged on her lower lip. Her sex pulsed between her legs. She was vaguely aware of her hips moving upward, down again, upward, downward. God, how she wanted him.
    Her nipples strained against…nothing. Nothing covered them. What had she been thinking? But oh, she couldn’t think. She could only feel. Feel his chest lowering onto hers, the brush of his cotton muscle shirt against her hard nubs. Surely he could feel them poking into his chest. If only he’d lose the shirt…
    He groaned into her mouth and moved his lips to her cheek, raining tiny kisses along the way.
    “You taste just like a tequila sunrise. Sweet and tangy.” He nibbled on her shoulder.
    Goose bumps erupted over her body. Her breasts ached. Her nipples tingled. “Oh my God,” Angie said, her voice a whisper. “My nipples. Please.”
    He trailed his lips over her chin, along the contours of her neck and shoulders, until they lightly brushed one nipple.
    She jolted. Tiny shivers skittered across her skin and landed between her legs.
    How long had it been? Years. Four? Five years? Back when she was engaged to Zach McCray.
    Her vibrator helped, but even Mr. Ace was no substitute for a living and breathing male.
    A beautiful Native American male, with skin the color of bronze and eyes dark as midnight. And full pink lips that nibbled on her nipple as though he were starving and it was a feast. How she wanted those lips kissing and sucking the most secret part of her.
    She spread her legs. Was that involuntary? No, because she knew she was doing it. And she knew why.
    “Touch me,” she whispered. “Please.”
    His lips still clamped on her nipple, he lightly brushed his fingertips over the indentation of her waist and over her hips. He nudged her bikini bottom aside. She twitched.
    God, yes. Please .
    One long finger breached her, and a heavy