Tropical Sin: Bandicoot Cove, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page B

it, Wood. The guy’s sex on legs. Why have you never seen this before?
    Tossing the suite’s key card on the nearby table, he gave her a steady look, walking deeper into their luxurious suite’s living room, drawing closer to her with slow steady steps.
    “Soooo?” she asked around her thumbnail.
    “He said no.”
    “No?” She scrambled from her chair, her heart beating harder. Faster. “How could he say no? How could anyone with a pulse say no to you?”
    Aidan’s face became still, a small muscle twitching in his jaw. “I don’t know, Mack. How can you?”
    McKenzie’s heart didn’t just thump harder in her chest. It tried to smash its way out of her chest cavity. She looked up at him, lost for a thing to say.
    “Ah, fuck it.” The words were almost a guttural growl. In two steps he destroyed the small space left between them, pressed his large hands on either side of her face and took her lips with his.
    They were warm. Warm and soft and confident. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t just test the waters. He kissed her. The way a lover kisses. There was nothing chaste or friendly about the way his lips took hers. First with just his lips, his hands framing her face, holding her motionless, and then with his tongue, dipping into her mouth with a determined assurance she liked so very, very much.
    Aidan Rogers is kissing you. You are kissing Aidan Rogers.
    The thought should have terrified her. He was her best friend. What if it went all wrong?
    His tongue stroked against hers, a slow, thorough mating that made her pussy constrict and the ridiculous notion of things going wrong went out the window. Along with the temporary paralysis for some reason claiming her.
    With a low groan, she snaked her arms up around his neck, closing her eyes as she pressed her body to his. He was hard. Everywhere. Hard and big. Her sex constricted again, a demanding throb that made her whimper.
    “Jesus, you have no idea how long…” he murmured against her lips, nipping at them with gentle bites. He didn’t finish the statement, instead plunging his tongue back into her mouth, a groan closer to a growl rumbling in his chest as his hands raked down her back and grabbed her arse.
    He was six-foot-three and built like a warrior. She was five-foot-six and resembled a waif. He had no difficulty whatsoever hauling her off the floor, even less spinning around and taking the two steps needed to press her back against the door. His hands cupped her butt, his legs splaying just enough to balance them both as his lips and tongue continued to worship hers.
    McKenzie’s head swam. Hot fingers of raw sensations threaded through her, twisting and turning through the center of her heat as Aidan made love to her mouth. She rolled her hips, wanting to feel the solid thickness of his erection rub over her spread pussy lips. Even with the damn barrier of their clothes, the bulbous shape of his cock head nudging her folds made her pulse quicken and her nipples pucker. She’d touched that cock once—sixteen years ago. She’d rubbed it and laughed and never thought twice about touching it again.
    And yet, here she was. Aching to not just touch it, but impale herself on it. Have it stretch her to her limits, fill her completely. No laughing involved.
    What if this is a mistake?
    The unspoken question hung between them and she pulled away from his kiss, her heart racing. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. How could she? One minute Aidan was just her best friend, now…they were about to have sex?
    He waited, watching her but not saying a word, his eyes blazing his desire—and, she was somehow glad to see—his confusion as well. Had he always wanted this? Or was it an island thing? God, she didn’t know.
    Does it matter?
    Yes, it did. This was huge. She wanted him to make love to her, but hell, was she just letting her body do the thinking now? Their relationship was on the line here. What happened next could destroy it.