Out of the Blue Read Online P. Dangelico

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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I swallow, my skin burning hot all over, and an uncomfortable empty feeling growing between my legs. “So then why don’t you have me?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Why do you think I’ve been trying so hard not to touch you?”

My temper spikes. I can’t with this horse crap anymore. “I didn’t take you for a coward.”

Throwing open the car door, I get out and march across the driveway in my messed up dress. The same dress that I’ll probably have to throw out due to another disastrous night in which I did not get laid. End of horror story.

I hear him coming before I can feel him. Less than a second later, he hauls me up in his arms and throws me over his shoulder. I have to slap a hand over my mouth to stop the yelp that could’ve woken Aidan and Mona. The last thing we need is nosy family getting involved.

A few ground-eating strides and he’s opening the door of the guesthouse. A few seconds more and he’s closing and locking it behind us. He places me down on my feet and mumbles, “I’m done doing the right thing.”

Taking my face in both hands, he kisses me. He pushes his way into my mouth with his tongue and does to it what I want him to do to the rest of me. Is this attraction rife with danger? Yes, it is. But what’s the alternative? Not seeing where this could lead?

“You’re the most beautiful and maddening woman I’ve ever met,” he grunts out between kisses. His hands stroke down my neck and grab on to the edge of my cardigan. He pulls it off my shoulders without an ounce of care. The frenzied kissing continues even as I grab the bottom of his t-shirt and rip it up. With his help, I manage to get it over his head. It falls to the floor on top of my cardigan.

“Gloves are off,” I hear him mutter.

This one’s chatty when he’s messing around and quiet when he’s not. Go figure.

I kiss him back, lifting my hips and wrapping my legs around his waist. It’s like throwing gasoline on a fire. The sexual tension is on the verge of exploding.

“Yes, da zrra qarara. Grind yourself against me,” he continues, sounding like he swallowed broken glass in a language I will never understand. Have mercy, it’s sexy, though. His warm, calloused hands slip easily under my dress and under my boy short panties. He cups my ass, squeezing the cheeks. Any harder and I’ll have bruises tomorrow.

Still kissing, he carries me to the bedroom and gently places me on the bed. It’s an unexpectedly sweet gesture. I was almost certain he was going to drop me on the mattress. I’m up on my elbows and he stops and looks down at me with wonder on in his eyes and a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” he asks in that low, quiet rasp of his. “There’s no turning back after tonight.”

“You’re the only one I want to do this with, Shane. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been waiting a long time for you… No regrets, ever.”

And it’s true. I have never before felt this level of attraction in mind and body and spirit to another person. Whenever I’m with him, it’s like I’m an explorer. Sometimes he lets me see into his heart and mind. And sometimes I hit a dead end. But I’m always excited to learn more. I’m always excited to try again.

Taking one leg at a time, he grabs the heel of my red boot and slides it off my foot, dropping it on the floor. Then he rolls my ankle sock off and drops it next to the boot. He takes the other boot and sock and does the same.

After each sock comes off, he rubs my painted toes and watches my reaction with a sly smile. Between all the bluster coming out of him and the hard surfaces on him, I forgot who I was dealing with: a romantic. Shane is a romantic at heart, whether he likes it or not. And I’m starting to suspect that Eamon Shane Hughes has feelings for me like I have for him.

He grabs the fly of his jeans and deliberately unbuttons them slowly. I’m riveted on every finely-honed muscle called into action as he pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down in a single motion. This show alone is worth the price of admission.

His dick springs free and it’s a beast, hard and thick and nearly reaching his stomach, the dark hair surrounding it neatly trimmed down. He steps out of his pants and walks over to the bed where I’ve gone into a trance watching him stroke himself slowly.


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