Read Black Dawn for Free Online Page B

mouth, sweeping his tongue inside
and stroking hers in a rhythm that had her aching all over again.
    Izzy moaned and gave in to the kiss, shoving her confusion
aside. This was what she wanted. His taste, his touch, his passion, she wanted
all of it. So she looped her arms around his neck and locked her legs around
his waist. Through the denim of her cutoffs and the denim of his black jeans
she could feel his arousal. He was just as hard as he’d been that morning and
that knowledge only made her want him more.
    Darr groaned and moved forward, and the next thing Izzy
knew, they were toppling onto her bed. He rolled until she landed over his
chest, a hand on her thigh keeping her legs around him. He released her butt
and trailed that hand up her spine, sending delicious shivers through her body
even as his hips bucked in time to another stroke of his masterful tongue. She
rocked her own hips forward encouragingly, trying to catch his tongue with
hers.
    She broke the kiss when his tongue slipped free of hers
again, and she opted to trail her tongue along his jaw, enjoying the
poorly-stifled moan that rose up in his chest. Licking and nipping until she
reached his ear, Izzy whispered, “How about I show you how compatible we are?”
    His hips bucked a little harder in response and she took
that as a good sign. With a teasing nip on his earlobe, Izzy sat up, still
straddling him, and sought out his gaze. As soon as she found it, she lifted
her shirt over her head, revealing the emerald bikini top she’d worn the day
before.
    Darr growled almost possessively and his hands burned
invisible trails up her sides until he’d found the tie to her top. One sharp
tug released it and he tossed it away with one hand while capturing a breast in
his other.
    Izzy moaned low and rocked into his touch, throwing her head
back as he palmed her breast. He caught the other breast and synchronized his
touch, squeezing and molding all while his hips continued to buck up beneath
her. And God how she wished they could just unzip their respective jeans and
take that final step, but her swimsuit bottoms would still be in the way. Not
to mention whatever he might wear beneath his own pants. But his touch on her
chest had set her aflame and she couldn’t be denied.
    Her hands dragged down his chest, earning low growls and
groans, before landing on his belt buckle and quickly releasing it. When she
tugged his zipper free, his hands receded and she had just enough time to
wonder if he was chickening out before he flipped her over, coming to kneel
behind her and hooking his fingers into her shorts.
    Izzy’s cheeks flushed as she realized what position he
intended to take her in, but she couldn’t deny the thrill of it. She’d never
made love in this position and it seemed appropriate that he’d be the one to
change that.
    Darr let the denim scrape her skin as he dragged it down—along
with the bikini bottoms—until it was gone, tossed aside somewhere. The bed
dipped when he returned and he guided her hips up with one hand. Another hand
slipped between her thighs and urged them apart. When he was satisfied, he
leaned over her, the hand on her hips sliding up to catch one of her breasts
again and tug at her nipple.
    “There’s no going back from this, Izzy,” he warned, his
delicious voice thick with need. Just the sound of it made her core pulse demandingly.
    “Take a deep breath, Darr,” she whispered, arcing her butt
into him for emphasis. “I want this. I’m ready.” She gasped at the pinch on her
nipple and nearly missed the mouth that latched onto her shoulder.
    He trailed wet, hungry kisses down her spine, his hands
following at her sides until one of them dipped again between her thighs. And
this time he went for gold, one finger slipping inside her as his thumb pressed
on her nub. Izzy gasped loudly and rocked her hips, her body begging him to do that
again. He inserted a second finger, plunging them deeper and adjusting the
pressure on