His Dream Role by Shannyn Schroeder Page A

into the table. She winced.
    â€œShit. Sorry.” He bent his leg and gave the table a kick, but it didn’t budge. He released his grip on her and shoved the edge. It barely moved. “So much for my manly strength.”
    She laughed and kissed him again. “It’s the carpet. The legs dig in and it’s tough to move.”
    â€œYou don’t have to stroke my ego.”
    â€œI can think of better things to stroke.”
    He groaned and pulled her hips closer. His hard-on pressed against her. Her clit throbbed in response.
    â€œLet’s go to my bedroom.”
    â€œWait.” His fingers tightened on her hips. “I don’t have a condom. I’m not one of those guys who walks around expecting to get laid.”
    Her smile was so wide, her cheeks stretched. “You knew you were coming to my apartment, right? And you still didn’t expect to get laid?”
    â€œI tend to keep my expectations low.”
    Oh man, did she like this guy. “It’s okay. I have some in my room.”
    â€œThank God.”
    She eased off him and stood. When he joined her, he took her hand and she led him to the bedroom. He stood next to her bed as if he was unsure of his next move. She tugged at the hem of his shirt. Sliding it slowly up, she took note of the slim line of hair on his belly leading into his jeans. It was one of those things that never failed to turn her on. She pulled the shirt over his head.
    The movement seemed to spur him into action. He pulled her blouse from her pants and started to unbutton it. His fingers fumbled on the first two. He sighed and closed his eyes.
    She covered his hands. “Let me.”
    Taking her blouse and pants off took no time at all. She reached around to unclasp her bra. Free’s hands stilled her. “No.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI just want to look a minute. You’re breathtaking.”
    Her skin warmed everywhere by both the compliment and his hot gaze.
    He cupped her jaw and kissed her again, aligning his body with hers. The denim of his jeans rasped against her bare thighs, causing an enticing friction. While he trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck and across her collar, she reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans.
    Free nudged her bra strap aside and kissed his way down to her boob. As his mouth greedily latched on to her nipple, she slid her hand into his jeans and allowed her cool fingers to stroke his hot flesh.
    He growled with her nipple in his mouth and sucked a little harder. She gasped, but when he tried to pull away, she held his head in place. “More,” she added, in case he didn’t understand that her gasp was good.
    He turned them so he could push her gently down on the bed. For a moment, they separated. She scooted across the bed to make room for him as he shucked his jeans and underwear. His dick was hard and bobbed as he moved onto the bed.
    She spread her thighs. He nestled between them, the thin barrier of her silk panties almost unbearable. He tugged the cup off her still-covered breast and focused his attention on that nipple. Sam’s hips wiggled. She needed more.
    With Free on top of her, there was little room, but she slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his dick and stroked. He lifted his hips a little to give her more room. He was smooth and hard and hot.
    She had just gotten started and he pulled out of her reach. His mouth returned to hers and his hand slid into her panties. He stroked her already-slick folds. She rode his hand and the tension built. “I’m close, Free. Get a condom.”
    â€œWhere?” His voice was low and scratchy and incredibly sexy.
    â€œBedside drawer.”
    He lifted off her and went into the drawer. When she heard the wrapper being opened, she shimmied out of her panties and got rid of her bra.
    Free returned and settled between her thighs. She felt the head of his dick prod her opening. Still cautious and