by Opal Carew
Not if she didn’t let him know.
She saw his form through the glass as he walked over to the long marble vanity and set down a stack of towels. Before her common sense could stop her, she stepped out from under the water and pulled open the glass door of the shower stall.
* * *
Shock heard the door of the shower open and his gaze jerked to her naked form.
Fuck, she was perfect. Her pert breasts were full and round, droplets of water glistening on her satiny skin. He watched one drop glide down the swell of flesh and for one second seemed suspended from her nipple before it fell, landing on her stomach, then continuing down to her fully shaved pussy.
He felt a little guilty making that one of the requirements in the contract, but he hadn’t known about her inexperience. He did it to push her a little, hoping the demands would turn her on.
His cock swelled and he knew that if she didn’t cover up soon, he’d do something he shouldn’t. Like pushing her into something she wasn’t ready for yet.
He grabbed one of the big, fluffy bath sheets he’d brought in and shook it open, then held it out to her like a curtain.
She shook her head. “I’m not finished showering yet.”
But she stepped out of the stall and pushed the towel aside, then stepped toward him, her gaze locked with his. She stroked his cheek, then stepped in closer and drew his head toward her. The moment their lips brushed, he knew he was in trouble.
She closed the small distance between them, pressed her wet body against his and wrapped her arms around him, her tongue gliding between his lips. His arms slid around her of their own volition. The feel of her naked skin was his undoing.
He deepened the kiss and pulled her closer still, her soft breasts crushed against him, her puckered nipples driving him wild. His hand found a breast, cupping it in his palm. She arched against him.
Oh, God, he’d died and gone to heaven.
His cock grew painfully hard pushing against his jeans like an animal intent on escape. And if it did get free, he knew exactly where it would seek refuge.
Gaining his senses, he summoned every ounce of will he could find and drew away from her.
“Liv, no.”
She stroked his shoulders, then moved her hands down his chest.
“Why?” The heat in her sky-blue eyes burned through him.
“You know why. You’re not ready for this.”
“I’d say speak for yourself …”
He jerked as one hand suddenly moved to his cock.
“… but it’s clear that you’re ready, too.”
He captured the hand on his throbbing cock and the one still on his chest and held them away from his skin.
“I’m not doing this,” he insisted.
She didn’t try to pull her hands away, just sank to her knees in front of him, gliding her cheek over the aching bulge in his pants, then resting against it. Shit, this was worse than her hand stroking him. Then she turned her head and nuzzled the denim. He almost died when she kissed the fabric, the only thing standing between her lips and his twitching cock.
He pulled her to her feet, glaring at her, but she leaned forward, her naked body hot against him.
“Liv …” he said in exasperation.
“Shock, you started something last night we didn’t finish.”
“And we’re not finishing it. Not now.”
She arched an eyebrow. “When?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “When you’re ready.”
“And wouldn’t I know when I’m ready better than you?”
At the flare of rebellion in her eyes, he answered, “Then when I’m ready. You promised to obey me, remember? That was part of the deal.”
She sighed. “Yes, it was. Please let go of my hands. Or do you want to keep restraining me?”
He released her hands, hoping she’d move her hot, sexy body away from him. And she did take a step back. Making it worse. At the sight of her naked glory, his cock stiffened even more.
“You remember what you made me leave on the list?”
“What?” he asked uncomprehending, his brain foggy from the haze of desire.
“In the sex contract. You remember what I was going to cross off and you didn’t let me?”
He stared at her blankly.
“The word that started with an f.”
Did she mean “fuck”? Then he remembered her pen resting on the word “fellatio,” ready to cross it out.
“Uh, yeah.”
Her hand found his iron-hard cock again, which had swelled to the point of pain at the thought of her lips around him.
“I want to do that now.”
“But …”
She sank to her knees, caressing his shaft. “Come on, you clearly want me to do it.” Then she gazed up at him, her big blue eyes showing vulnerability. “Shock, you made me feel something very special last night. Please let me do that in return.”
Her fingers grasped the tab of his zipper and drew it down slowly.
Everything in him told him to stop her. She was innocent. Inexperienced. She should not be doing this because of a contract.
But he couldn’t move. The sight of her naked and on her knees in front of him, gazing at his open jeans as if there was a treasure inside, turned him on too fucking much.
Then her fingers slid inside and wrapped around him and he groaned softly.
She drew him out and just stared at his cock.
* * *
Liv had never experienced anything like it. His cock was thick and solid in her hand, but the skin was soft as silk. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked its length, feeling the soft skin glide over a burning-hot steel shaft.
She gazed at his eyes, which had turned to simmering dark chocolate as he watched her.
She wasn’t quite sure what to do, so she continued to stroke him. His eyelids closed, then opened again. She slipped the fingers of her other hand under his balls and cupped them.
“Oh, baby, that feels nice,” he murmured.
Encouraged, she fondled his balls gently as she stroked his cock.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“What would you like me to do now? I want to make you feel good.”
“Ohhh. Lick my cock, baby. Just under the head. I love that.”
She pressed her tongue to the tip of him, then glided down the head to the lower ridge of the mushroom shape, thrilled at the sound of his soft moan, then she ran her tongue under the ridge. Around one side, then the other. She did that a couple of times, then squeezed his shaft and glided her lips over the head, as big as a clementine, and took it in her mouth. He groaned.
His hand glided over her head, then forked through her hair. She ran her tongue around the underside of the ridge while he was in her mouth.
“Baby, that feels so good.”
She stroked his shaft while her tongue teased the head of his cock, still in the warm confines of her mouth. She felt his hand guiding her toward his body, so she took him deeper. He was big for her mouth, but she glided down his shaft about halfway, then slowly glided back. Then she glided deep again. She started to move her hand, which still clutched his shaft, following her mouth.
She caressed his balls gently as she glided up and down his cock to his increasing moans. She moved faster, gazing up at him. His eyelids had fallen closed again, and his head was tipped back.
Now her mouth slipped off the end of his cock but she continued stroking him with her hand.
“Are you getting close?” she asked.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Keep going. I’ll let you know.”
“Shock, that other item I crossed off? The very next one.”
His eyes opened and his gaze locked on her. “Yeah?”
“Ignore that.”
“Oh, fuck.”
He grasped his cock and pushed it to her lips, sliding it inside. She sucked on the bulbous tip for mere seconds before he groaned and jerked
forward, then hot liquid erupted from his cock head, filling her mouth. Startled, she had to stop herself from pulling away, but the feel of him coming to climax in her mouth sent need ricocheting through her. She swallowed the salty-sweet liquid, then again as he continued to fill her. She sucked on him until he had nothing else to give her. Then she ran her tongue around the head and drew away.
He tugged her to her feet and drove his tongue between her lips, probing her mouth with ardor.
When he finally released her, she gazed into his melting-chocolate eyes, as he stared at her with adoration.
“I … made you happy …” It had begun as a question, but from the look on his face, there was no doubt in her mind.
“Yes, you did.” Then he glided his tongue into her mouth again and kissed her so passionately, she thought she’d melt into a little puddle on the floor.
Finally, he drew away.
“Once you finish your shower, come downstairs. I’ll have breakfast ready.”
* * *
When Liv descended the stairs, she could smell the aroma of fresh biscuits. And bacon.
She walked into the bright, spacious kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Shock pulling a tray of hot biscuits from the oven.
“Grab a cup of coffee and sit at the table.” Shock tipped the tray so the biscuits slid into a napkin-lined basket, then he covered them with another napkin to keep them warm.
She poured a cup from the pot in the coffeemaker and sat down at the table. Shock joined her a moment later with the basket of biscuits and two plates with omelets and bacon.
She tried a bite. “This is delicious.”
“Thanks.”
And that was the extent of their conversation during breakfast. She wanted to talk. To find out more about him and how he had dealt with the falling-out with his family, but she wasn’t sure how to start without hitting a nerve. And talking about their current situation was touchy, too. He seemed more affected by her innocence than she thought he’d be, but it shouldn’t have surprised her. She knew at the heart of his lectures was a protectiveness toward her. Knowing she’d been … taken advantage of would bring that out in him in spades.
So they ate in silence. When they were both finished, she helped him clear away the dishes, then she loaded the dishwasher as he washed the pans. She closed the dishwasher and watched him wipe his hands on the towel.
“So, what are we going to do today?” she asked.
At his hesitation, she moved closer and ran her hands up his chest. “Maybe we should go back to the bedroom.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what we should do.”
His words were encouraging, but not his tone. She stroked down his chest to his stomach, but he grasped her hand before she could glide over his growing cock.
“Because you’re going to pack.”
Her heart sank. “Why?” But she knew why.
“Because this ends now. I’m taking you home.”
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About the Author
Opal Carew is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sixteen previous erotic romances for St. Martin’s Press. To learn more, visit her on the Web at www.opalcarew.com or sign up for email updates here.
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Hard Ride: Part One
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About the Author
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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