Read Online Reckless Curves by Sienna Stapleton - Free Book Online Page B

aggressive nature. Overwhelmed, the last of my defenses fell and I surrendered. No doubt I’d probably regret my actions in the morning, but for tonight...for the next few hours, I wasn’t going to worry about relationships or my weight. I was simply going to allow him to take me to places I’d never been.
    I san k into the kiss, enjoying the parry of tongues as they dueled for dominance. My hands drifted up his muscled back until I gripped his shoulders, clinging to him for balance. He slid his hands beneath my ass and, without effort, lifted me onto the counter. Then he wedged his hips between my thighs until his dick pressed against my aching core. God, it felt good to be wanted again, to know that I could elicit that kind of reaction from such a gorgeous and successful man.
    “We. Shouldn’t. Do. This,” I tried a final, weak protest as my logic put up one last valiant fight.
    “I know,” he replied as he trailed kisses along my chin before returning to my mouth for more.
    “You’re my client,” I said between kisses. “This is wrong.”
    His hands cupped my ass and pulled me against him, grinding his length harder against my mound. The feel of his cock pressed against me, even through my clothing, caused me to moan in response.
    “Then why does it feel so right?” he asked.
    Despite my protests I had to admit it did feel right. No matter how responsible I was or what our working relationship might be, I couldn’t deny the insane attraction pulling us together. Sleeping with him would no doubt complicate my life, but it wasn’t as if my life had been simple to start. In all honesty, I was wetter than I could ever remember being, and all from kissing him. If my body reacted to him like that, just how explosive would it be if I allowed this situation to go all the way?
    Desire spiraled out of control and killed the last of my logic, stomping it into dust. What harm could come from giving in to my desire?
    “Brent!” I gasped as I reached for the hem of his shirt.
    “Yeah, baby?”
    “You have too many clothes on.”
    He pulled back slightly and grinned down at me. “I’m glad you finally see things my way.”
    “Brent, shut up and strip.”
    Brent groaned , then gave me a small, mischievous grin and stepped back. “Just so you know.” He grabbed the hem of his polo and pulled it up over his head. “I’m generally the one who gives the orders, so don’t get used to this.”
    Holy Hell! The man was built as well as the engines he put in his cars. At that moment, I would have gladly done anything he demanded of me, so long as he didn’t put his clothing back on. My gaze trailed over him as I feasted on the sight of his delectable flesh. With one hand, I reached out and trailed a finger along the invisible line dissecting the middle of his well-defined abs.
    He arched a brow. “You like?”
    “Hell yeah, I like.” I slid off the counter and moved closer. “If the rest of you is this well-built, I’m going to be in heaven.”
    His wry grin returned. “Well I guess you’ll just have to look for yourself.”
    "I love the way you think, Mr. Hague. That sounds like a fabulous idea." I grabbed him by the neck and pulled his mouth back to mine. A low growl reverberated in his chest, sending a chill racing through my body as he yanked me against him for the second time.
    I slid my hands between our bodies to his waist, then made quick work of his belt. Without hesitation , I unzipped his jeans and delved behind the waistband of his boxers, setting his erection free. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, thick, hard and ready for action. Slowly, I slid down his body, onto my knees, so I was eye level with his groin. Magnificent was all I could think as I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the swollen tip.
    He groaned and speared a hand through my hair. “That feels so good, baby, but you don't have to…”
    "I know. I want to," I interrupted, then I opened my mouth and took the uppermost