Tempered (A Daughters of the People Novel) (Daughters of the People Series) Read Online Free PDF

coaxed
Hawthorne into eating in bed. After they’d polished off the pizzas and chips,
he persuaded her to straddle him and fed her cheesecake one creamy spoonful at
a time while Godzilla stomped and roared in the background.
    Later, he put
the dishes away and stripped off his boxers, cuddling behind her on the bed,
exploring her. When his touch had her breaths coming in silent pants, he eased
her onto her back, pulled her leg over his, exposing her core to his touch, and
slid his fingers over the nub of her sex as he kissed her.
    He waited until
she was ready, until she was writhing under his hand and her mouth clung to his
in a desperate kiss, then shifted over her and nudged her core with his
erection. He slid inside inch by agonizing inch, gritting his teeth as he
fought not to seat himself fully within her in the first thrust. Building
trust , he thought around the haze of molten need welling up in his gut, and
then he was there, sheathed inside her slick heat in a satisfying pleasure that
engulfed him, pushing everything else aside. He managed one gentle thrust before
she slid a leg over his thigh. The next thing he knew, he was on his back and
she was moving over him, her hips undulating in steady circles, pulling him
into a sharp peak, their cries mingling as waves of intense pleasure crashed
over them.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Hours after
Hawthorne brought him to her suite, Aaron slipped from her bed. She inched over
into the space he had vacated, surrounding herself with the remnants of his
warmth, and watched him dress. A sigh of contentment rolled through her. They
had pleasured one another three times that evening. Even the raucous noise of
Godzilla had not been enough to dampen the need. Building trust, he had called
it. These modern humans and their euphemisms.
    He sat on the
edge of the bed and toyed with the ends of her hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
    “I shall find
you when my schedule permits.”
    “I’m amenable to
that.” He pressed a light kiss to her mouth, ending it far too quickly. “I
don’t carry my phone with me or I’d give you the number.”
    “I would rather
speak with you in person.”
    “Me, too.” He
considered her for a long moment, his chocolate eyes intense. “I can’t believe
I want you again.”
    She sat,
allowing the sheet to fall to her waist, baring her breasts to his gaze. “You
may stay, should you wish.”
    His laugh was
shaky and low. “Tempting, but it wouldn’t look good for me to come out of your
room in the morning.”
    “Think you I
care?”
    “No, but I do.
You deserve better than having people gossip about you.”
    “They already
do. If you are not comfortable staying, I shall not harangue you.”
    “Good. Don’t
think I could handle any more haranguing, not after the hanbō incident.”
He kissed her again and rose from the bed, and muttered a curse under his
breath. “Those breasts should be registered as lethal weapons.” His hands went
to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them in rapid twists of his fingers.
“One more time and then I really have to go.”
    She held her
hand out to him and welcomed him into her bed and body, and when he left, held
his pillow close and breathed in his scent as she fell into a deep, peaceful
sleep.
    Her morning
errands ran longer than she would have liked, eating into the time she had set
aside to find Aaron and perhaps break her fast with him. She called her
assistant and had her begin checking Aaron’s story, spoke with housekeeping
about the roughness of the towels, and called Lali to wish her a good morning.
Her granddaughter chattered aimlessly, her soft voice punctuated by giggles and
squeals. Hawthorne snagged an apple from the kitchen and ate it in delicate
bites as she listened to Lali and wove her way through the hectic hustle and
bustle of the hotel. Upon entering the dining room, she spotted a familiar dark
head bracketed between Dana Goldburg’s pudgy coworker and a woman whose fingers
trailed