Being injured did have its advantages. Especially when a gorgeous nurse was involved.
Except for the delivery at the far end of the garage that James was dealing with, Reckless had been quiet when they walked through the offices and up the metal stairs to the small suite of rooms that were always ready for him. Asher planned to waste no time getting down to business, but Olivia headed straight to the adjoining bathroom, where he heard the toilet flush, then water running in the tub.
“I’m getting a bath started for you,” she called.
After the night he’d had, he had to admit that a soak in a tub did sound pretty damn good. He entered the bathroom, stripped off his shirt, and tossed it in the corner.
Olivia made a little noise of surprise at the sound and spun around. “I didn’t hear you…come in.” Her gaze dropped to his bare chest then went lower, and the tip of her tongue darted out. “I thought a hot soak in the tub might feel good, with all your aches and pains.”
Leaning against the bathroom counter, he absently twisted his pinkie ring as she filled the tub. God, he loved indoor plumbing. They didn’t have running water on the other side of the portal, so he never took it for granted over here.
The hem of her wispy dress brushed against the backs of her bare thighs, daring him to keep looking. His erection grew as he thought about those smooth, toned legs wrapped around his waist. Noticing a tiny mole on the inside of her left knee, he made a vow to kiss it the first chance he got.
She reached for her bag and fished out a small glass bottle. Unscrewing the lid, she poured a few drops of a thick amber-colored liquid under the running faucet.
“Do you always carry bubble bath with you?” he asked.
“It’s not bubble bath.” She swirled a hand in the water to mix it.
“Then what is it?” The lavender-and-rosemary scent reminded him of the healing ointments and tinctures sold in the open-air markets back home.
“It’s an organic body oil that my mother makes. My skin gets dry in the winter and this really helps. It’s got soothing and healing properties, too. I thought it might be good on all your cuts and scrapes.” She reached for his good hand, removed his ring and leather bracelets, then rubbed the warm oil from the water into his skin. As he imagined her applying that kind of attention and friction to his cock, he grew even harder. And when she started massaging his palm with both of her thumbs, he closed his eyes and thought he surely had to be in heaven.
He groaned with pleasure. “Holy Fates, woman. That feels so good.”
“And a soak will feel even better.” She released his hand and turned off the faucet. “Do you need help getting undressed the rest of the way?”
He blinked. “I…uh…”
“Of course you do,” she said, as if she had been arguing with herself. “How can you do that with a broken collarbone?”
Before he could protest or warn her that he wasn’t wearing underwear, she began to unbutton his jeans. Call him an ass, but once she got started, he didn’t want her to stop, even though he could manage it himself. Wisps of messy hair hung in her eyes and there was the tip of that tongue again as she struggled with the second button.
“There,” she said. “Got it.”
He started to tell her thanks, that he could take it from here, but she hooked her thumbs under the waistband and slipped the jeans down over his hips.
Just like that, his erection sprang free.
And because she’d been bent over him, it was only inches from her face.
“Oh!” she cried, rocking backward. Somehow, she lost her balance, and before he knew what had happened, she was on her knees in front of him, lips parted, staring right at his cock.
* * *
Olivia was no prude and had her share of lovers, but she’d never been with a man who looked like this. Fully clothed, Asher was gorgeous. But naked and aroused, the man was utterly beautiful.
His thick erection jutted toward her, a tiny bead of semen glistening on the end. She had the sudden urge to sweep her tongue over that broad, smooth tip. His pubic hair was trimmed short and above it, golden skin stretched tightly over washboard abs. Well-defined V-line muscles curved over his hips, drawing the eye downward. As if a woman would need directions to find what was below. If all male models looked like Asher, digital airbrush experts and photomanipulators would be out of work.
“Told you I liked the hand massage,” he teased. “Didn’t you believe me?” He reached down to help her up. She ignored him.
How would it feel to have that inside her? Heat pooled low in her belly and she felt a surge of silky dampness inside her panties. She’d never been intimate with a man this well endowed before, so she had nothing to compare it to, but it was bound to be amazing.
He’d have to take it easy, though, at least in the beginning. The only problem was, Asher didn’t strike her as a patient man.
She licked her lips. “I came here knowing we were going to sleep together. I just wasn’t expecting—” She stopped herself before she sounded like a sheltered virgin who’d never seen a naked man or given oral before. Besides, he probably heard the omigod-you’re-so-big comment from all the women he slept with. “You don’t wear boxers. Or briefs.”
Now wasn’t she the master of the obvious. She wanted to roll her eyes at herself.
“Never could get used to them,” he said. “Where I come from, most of the fighting men wear kilts.”
Where he came from. She wanted to know all about his world and all about him, but that would have to be later. Right now, there were more pressing matters. “If I lived over there and you wore a kilt where all this was easily accessible to me, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
Asher’s voice was low, almost a growl. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have a problem with that.”
Her breasts felt suddenly heavy and her sex tingled. Imagine reaching under a kilt and encountering this.
He leaned against the counter, making no move to cover himself, clearly very comfortable with his body. And with her. On the floor. At his feet.
It occurred to her then why she was drawn to the bad boys. She was turned on by the thought of being sexually submissive and dominated. And Asher, with his bold swagger and sinful body, was the ultimate bad boy.
She grabbed the base of his penis and took him into her mouth.
* * *
Asher groaned and gripped the edge of the counter, removing his hand only to brush the hair from her face. He wanted to watch everything. He kept his hips as still as he could to let Olivia control how deeply she could take him. But, damn, it was hard. Her mouth felt amazing.
Glancing at the full-length mirror on the back of the door, he was able to see her full profile as she worked him over. He watched as a cool hand slid over his hip and belly and up to his chest. There was a slight twinge of pain as she teased his nipple between her finger and thumb.
His release was coming fast and hard. But before that happened, he felt a strange, almost uncomfortable sensation. She’d slipped the tip of a finger into his anus. With that realization, his whole body tightened.
“Shhh,” she whispered as she continued to work his length with her other hand. “Relax for me. This is as far as I need to go.”
Threading his fingers in her long silky locks, he gave in to her.
Almost instantly, the pressure intensified and what was once uncomfortable was now extremely stimulating. His fingers and toes went numb and a roaring sound rang in his head. She was saying something else, but her words were lost to him as a ferocious wave of pleasure, unlike anything he’d felt before, slammed into his body.
When it was finally over, he drew in a ragged breath, almost surprised to find that he was still leaning against the tile counter. He helped Olivia to her feet and pulled her close.
“Incredible,” he murmured into her hair. “What you did with… I never would’ve thought…” Hell, he couldn’t even formulate a complete sentence.
Her laughter was lighthear
ted and sweet. “You liked it, then?”
He answered by pressing his mouth to her swollen lips.
The little death. And now he understood exactly what that meant. He was pretty sure that in this small bathroom above Reckless Motor Sports, she’d stopped his heart.
Chapter Seven
“I am not sitting in this tub alone.” Asher checked the temperature and turned on the hot water again.
“It’s not big enough for both of us,” Olivia protested, one hand on the bathroom door. “I’ll take a quick shower after you’re done.” She had planned to give him his privacy as he soaked. It would give her a chance to check her messages. She’d missed a few calls from her mom. It was too late to call her back, but she’d send another text to say she was fine and should be home in the morning.
“It’s plenty big enough. We’ll make it work.”
She eyed the confined space. “But—”
“Olivia, you’re bathing. With me. Now.” Without waiting for a further response from her, he grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head, tossing it into the corner along with his T-shirt and jeans. A moment later, her bra and panties joined the pile.
His eyes were hooded as he looked at her. One of the tiny braids hidden in his hair had fallen forward and a black bead at the end caressed his cheek. Her skin heated in response to the possessive way he stared at her, and she felt her nipples tighten.
“Holy Fates, Liv.”
He did it again. Used another nickname. It was surprisingly intimate, as if he’d been saying it for years and knew everything about her. Something warm blossomed in her chest.
His fingers curved around her hipbone and with his thumb, he caressed the skin of her stomach. “Soft, delicate, and yet so strong. I don’t imagine either of us will get much sleep tonight.”
Her inner muscles clenched a few times at the promise of his words, and a trickle of heat slickened her sex. His nostrils flared slightly as if he could sense her arousal.
The water was hot, but not too hot. Once they were inside, she settled between his bent legs, her back to his front.
“You see, lass? It’s a perfect fit. I can reach everything I need.” One hand came around and cupped her breast.
“But I’ll jostle you. You’re still healing.”
He didn’t answer. She looked over her shoulder at him.
He was frowning and rubbing his collarbone.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Not anymore.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m…fully healed.”
Back at the car, before they came into the garage, she was certain he still had multiple injuries. She hadn’t inadvertently healed them all, had she? Was he trying to convince her he was feeling better and could manage a whole night of sex? “That’s impossible. I didn’t heal you.”
He splayed his palms out in front of him. “See for yourself.”
Water sloshed over the edge of the tub and she turned, placed her hands on his chest and concentrated. Her Talent detected no broken bones, no cuts or bruises, no sprains or torn cartilage.
“I don’t understand. How could that have happened?”
“You had to have done it, Olivia. Against my wishes.”
She couldn’t tell if he was really angry or if he was teasing. There was nothing in his expression either way.
“I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose. I knew you didn’t want me to heal you and I honored your wishes. When you kissed me, I remember thinking how easily my energy was moving into you, but then I lost my train of thought after that.” She also recalled how quickly she’d healed him back in the city with hardly any effort. While focused on his pleasure, she could very well have let her guard down. But why wasn’t she feeling more tired?
He smiled, but it was a devilish smirk. He reached for a bar of soap, turned her around and began to lather her back and arms. “Do you know what happens when someone defies my orders?”
She licked her lips and swallowed hard. “What?”
“They get punished.”
Images of Asher paddling her bare butt with a leather riding crop flashed in her head. Even though her sexual experiences had never gone in that direction before, she was more than a little intrigued. “Punished? What do you mean?”
“I’m not talking about a simple spanking,” he said as if reading her thoughts. She was glad he was behind her and couldn’t see her face. It had to be beet red right now. “Although that can be arranged. What you did was very serious. I told you specifically not to do something and you defied me. When I give orders, I expect that they’ll be followed.”
“Okay.” Her heart quickened. “Then what is a fitting punishment?”
“Hmmm.” His sudsy hands slipped along her belly and breasts, and she became acutely aware of the hard length of his shaft at her back. “I was thinking more along the lines of teaching you by example. That really is the best way to learn.”
She chewed on her lip, trying to control her growing excitement. “Which means…”
“Lean back,” he ordered. “I’m going to wash your hair.”
She did as she was told, laying her head back against his stomach. He adjusted his position so that her ears were just above the level of the water. Squirting some shampoo into the palm of his hand, he began to wash her hair. She closed her eyes, concentrating on his fingers massaging her scalp and sudsing each strand. A girl could get used to such pampering.
What sort of punishment was he dreaming up? If it involves more of this, then sign me up.
Soon he was helping her from the tub. When they were both wrapped in towels, he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. The glint in his eyes was pure wickedness. Her breath caught in her throat.
“I’ve decided on your punishment, Olivia.” He’d gone all formal on her again.
“You have?”
He brushed a thumb over her lower lip, leaving a trail of sparks. “For the next week, you’re going to be staying here with me.”
Her gaze snapped up to his. “What? Here? With you?” He stared at her with that ruggedly handsome face, gauging her reaction. She had heard him correctly. “I can’t stay for that long.”
“I don’t see why not,” he said matter-of-factly. “The HOT isn’t expected to reopen for days, your car is still trapped in the garage, and you don’t have a job anymore.”
Yes, all that was true. But still. She’d just met him. He couldn’t really be serious about her staying the week with him, could he? She needed to hide out for a while, wait until things calmed down…but with him? “What if I have other plans?”
“Cancel them.”
His arrogance should’ve pissed her off. Instead, she was secretly thrilled. “Why would I want to do that?” she asked, feigning indifference.
“Because I’d like to spend the next few days fucking you, Olivia, and I want you all to myself.”
Her mouth dropped open. She was pretty sure she would’ve staggered backward if he hadn’t been holding onto her. She was both shocked and turned on by his brazen vulgarity. Molten heat burned between her legs and her inner muscles tightened in response. “And that’s my punishment?”
Without asking permission, he pulled down her towel and lazily circled her areola with a long finger, causing her nipples to peak even further. “No, because I’ll make sure you enjoy it as much as I will.”
She had no doubt he would, because she was on the verge of coming and he hadn’t even slipped a finger inside her yet.
“So if that’s not my punishment, what is?” she asked, huskily.
He pursed his lips and frowned as if he were thinking, all the while teasing her breasts. She knew damn well that he already knew the answer. “During your time with me, you must submit to everything I ask of you.”
She swallowed nervously and thrills of pleasure ran down her spine. “You mean like…be your slave?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Liv. You wil
l be my slave for the week.”
She’d always been completely in control of her own life, moving around, never letting anyone in too close. But Asher knew her secret and he’d proved he could keep it. It might be interesting—and fun—to relinquish control just this once.
“Will there be any limits?” she asked. “Because I’m not doing anything illegal or disgusting.”
“Nothing like that. I promise.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
She considered her options and decided that waiting until next week to look for another job wouldn’t be a big deal. “And at the end of seven days?”
“We go our separate ways. I’m not looking for a courtship, Olivia. This is just for fun.”
After her last relationship fiasco, she wasn’t interested in anything long-term, either. She was just looking for a good time with no strings attached. Glancing at his motorcycle boots thrown carelessly on the tile floor, she remembered her vow to stay away from the bad boys.
That could start next week, too.
* * *
Before she could get used to their new arrangement, he was giving her his first order.
“Go to the bed,” he said, pointing. “I want you on all fours, facing the headboard. And lose the towels.” She started to gather up her things from the floor of the bathroom, but he stopped her. “I said now.”
“But they’re the only clothes I have and they’re filthy. Let me wash them out in the sink.” Hopefully, they’d be dry enough by the time they left to pick up Conry.
He cupped her chin and lifted it. A fiery light sparkled in his eyes. “Rule Number One this week: You’ll do as I tell you. Rule Number Two: No talking back.”
“But—”
“Olivia,” he warned, his expression darkening. “I’m not going to ask again. If I do, there will be consequences.”
A little thrill shot through her. Just what would those consequences be? In a show of quiet defiance, she raised an eyebrow at him and tossed the towels to the floor. Finger-combing her hair so it wouldn’t dry weird, she strode into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed.
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