Yellow (The Safeword Series, #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

sweeping in and out of each other’s lives, was the furthest thing from my mind. I took her in my arms, so close that I felt every pulsing beat of her heart. It matched the racing drum in my own, and it was all the confirmation I needed.
    Insane? Probably. Dangerous? Most definitely.
    And I didn’t care.
    My fingers slipped into her dark strands, the smell of mint and a soft, delicate fragrance flooding my nostrils. I brushed my lips across hers, wanting to savor the way she trembled. The way her lips parted in a sigh of complete abandon.
    I lost it then, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. I tasted her moans, I embraced her surrender. My hands roamed, starting at her cheeks, holding her, then traveling down, fingertips skimming her breasts, gripping her waist, resting at the curve of her ass.
    I lifted her, smiling when she let out a squeal.
    “Where-what-”
    “And that’s the final question I’ll allow, Sin.” I may have gotten carried away, lost in her, but I steered us back towards the needs we both craved. “You are to only speak when prompted. You are to only move, moan, writhe-” I gave her ass a playful squeeze when she pouted. “ Pout when I give you permission-”
    “Before you finish that thought...” She linked her legs tighter around my waist, just in case I was having second thoughts and wanted to drop her for interrupting me.
    I shook my head, but gave her a nod to continue. Not that it mattered. I had a feeling that submissive or not, she would make herself heard.
    She wrapped her arms around my neck, distracting me from the interruption with a naughty little grin. “Sorry. I just-” She chewed on her bottom lip, probably debating swallowing whatever was on her mind. The moment passed and the grin returned to her lips. “You call me Sin. What do I call you?”
    I lowered her onto the bed, my first thought shooting to safety and intrigue. ‘Sir’ was my standard, and a completely acceptable way to be addressed, but my lips were already moving, giving her a piece of me beneath the mask.
    “You can call me D.”
    She’d nearly melted into the sheets until I answered her question. When I responded, giving her a letter, she vaulted on her elbows.
    Her cerulean eyes brightened with interest. “D for Dom?”
    D for Desmond , I thought, a flash of panic slicing through me. The kiss was one thing, Christ, what was next? Giving her my home address? Giving her my heart? “D is all you need to know.”
    The less information I gave her, the more interested she became, practically hopping off the bed altogether, filled with more questions than I was ready to answer. I knew just the way to fly under the radar and punish her as she so rightly deserved.
    “Do you remember what I said a few moments ago? About not moving without my permission?”
    A flush raced from her neck to her cheeks. “Oh! Sorry.” She locked her hands in front and sat back on her heels. “Sorry.” Even with the recessed lighting on low, her smile burned bright. “D.”
    It was only the first letter of my name, but it was enough to make my cock throb with delight.
    What would my whole name sound like on her tongue?
    How would her body feel on my tongue?
    That curious spark in her eyes had darkened to something more primal than investigative. She looked positively sinful, the pink wig teasing her chin, her eyes bright and hopeful behind her thick lashes. Her shoulders were a milky, gentle ivory and I knew that her peaks would be like some forbidden fruit. I was one of a handful of men who didn’t have some women in plaid skirts fetish. With Sin kneeling on the bed, the red pleats beckoning for me to slip my fingers beneath and discover the delights ripe for the taking, I suddenly got the appeal. I wanted to bend her over in that skirt, and nothing else, and punish her. Pleasure her. Tease her. Leave her wanting and aching for more.
    She scooped her dark locks over her shoulder, twisting the bundle demurely. “And I almost wore