Anything You Ask by Lynn Kellan Page A

group of people ready to condemn me, but you ran across the grass and hugged me. The minute your arms wrapped around me, I was yours.”
    He cupped her right breast, his thumb caressing the swell of flesh above the bra’s plunging neckline.
    Danielle closed her eyes, knowing Hale was asking for more than just physical release. Mentioning the blaze added a much deeper meaning to the solemn way he touched her.
    Their love affair began six years ago on that fateful night. Hale was ready to consummate it, but was she?
    His kiss was soft at first, but the tenderness didn’t mask the powerful surge of passion coursing beneath. Her body throbbed in response, surrendering long before Danielle’s natural caution disputed her action.
    Spurred by a sudden recklessness, Danielle threaded her fingers into his short, sandy blond hair, tilting her head in invitation.
    A soft grunt came out of his throat as he slid his tongue along hers. There was no mistaking the invitation in his kiss. The skillful way his mouth plied hers promised a myriad of other pleasures awaited.
    If only she’d let him.
    They were married, after all. Why not make it real and fall into bed with him? She slid her hands into the elastic band of his boxers and pushed the clothes off his hips.
    He stepped out of his jeans with a negligent kick, his thigh muscles flexing in the lamplight.
    Fascinated by how great he looked, Danielle glided her fingertips along his erection from base to tip. The simple caress sent a tremor through him, his big body stiffening.
    “All yours,” he pledged, lowering her bra strap so he could kiss the round flesh of her breast.
    “Oh, wow. I like that.” Her toes curled into the soft carpet when he drew the puckered tip into his hot mouth. She squeezed his solid shoulder and gasped, “Go harder.”
    Ripples of sensation cascaded through her as he sucked, each pull tingling across her chest down to the throbbing parts below. She fumbled to unbutton her shorts, almost collapsing when the straight edge of Hale’s teeth grazed across her aching nipple.
    He captured her hands. “Let me undress you.”
    She whimpered. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
    “That’s an easy promise to keep.” He flashed a sexy smile and lowered her zipper so slowly, her shorts opened click by click. His gaze flared when he slid her shorts and panties to the floor. “So beautiful.”
    With just her bra hanging off her shoulder, she felt agonizingly vulnerable as her husband’s gaze raked over her. She glanced at the blanket covering the mattress and longed to hide beneath it. “Let’s get in bed.”
    “Just a minute.” His thick forefinger slid into the damp blonde curls at the vee of her legs. “D’ya want me to kiss you here?”
    She wasn’t ready for that level of intimacy, but his evident willingness to kiss her anywhere made her body melt with anticipation. She unhooked her bra, tossing it out of the way so she could cup her breasts. A hard nipple jutted against her palm. “Kiss me here. I like that.”
    “Will do.” He pulled her down on the bed, massaging her breasts before lowering his head.
    “Oh, yes .” Danielle nearly came apart when he reclaimed the nipple he’d been working on, drawing it into his mouth in a deep kiss. A heavy sensation pooled between her legs, a narcotic throb that made her rub her thighs together as Hale worshipped her breast in his avid mouth.
    “We should do the other one.” He planted a loving kiss on her lips before transferring his attention to her left nipple, which had already puckered in anticipation.
    Anxious to scratch the tingling itch between her legs, she hooked a leg over his hip in invitation.
    “Not yet.” He rolled Danielle onto her back and slid his heavy thigh on top of hers, trapping her legs beneath. “First, I’m gonna make my wife feel good.”
    She didn’t think she could feel any better until Hale’s index finger traveled along the seam of her sex in a light caress.
    A part of her