Joy Ride by Desiree Holt (bill gates best books TXT) 📗

lather. Almost tentatively, she reached up to his shoulders and began to spread the suds over his chest. She seemed fascinated by the matte of hair, rubbing it over and over. When her fingers found his flat nipples, they both sucked in a gasp.

“Do you like this?” She was watching his face as she brushed across pebbled flesh, and she scraped her nails across hard tips, as if mesmerized by the sight.

Like it? Was she kidding?

“Oh, yeah. You bet.” He had to curl his hands into fists to grab the edges of control.

For one fleeting moment, he wondered what kind of assholes she’d been with that the simple pleasures of making love were so unfamiliar to her. And he was eternally grateful she was discovering them with him.

Eventually she added more gel, worked up more lather and stroked the suds down the flat plane of his abdomen. When she reached his cock, her touch almost hesitant, he dug his nails into his palms to keep from grabbing her, lifting her up, and plunging into her. But he let her explore him, her small fingers so soft yet so strong on his throbbing shaft.

Her eyes locked with his as if searching for some sort of signal. She then slid her hand between his thighs to cup his balls, squeezing them gently. He couldn’t hold back the groan that rumbled from his throat or prevent his hips from thrusting forward at her. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting a myriad of sensations wash over him. When he opened them, Music Lady had a tiny, self-satisfied smile on her face, as if she’d just discovered a major secret.

And she had, damn it. She’d discovered how easily she could turn him on, and how badly he wanted her. When she knelt down and began to move her small hands up his legs, her fingers making circles on his skin, he was done. That was it. The shower was over.

“We need to get out of here,” he growled. “Right now.”

“But I’m just getting the hang of it.” She raised her eyes and gave him her beautiful smile.

“No kidding,” he rasped.

He pulled her under the wide spray with him and rinsed them both, then turned off the water and slid the glass door open. Lifting her out to stand on the bath mat, he grabbed a large towel from the rack and dried her thoroughly before using the towel on himself.

“Sit,” he said, urging her onto the little stool at the counter.

The hairdryer he’d used when getting dressed for the gig was still on the counter, plugged in. He dug out his brush and slowly and carefully dried her hair until it was a soft cloud falling around her shoulders. For him it was an exercise in self-restraint, teasing himself and knowing the prize was worth it.

“You make me feel so special,” she said in a low voice, closing her eyes.

“You are special. And I plan to show you every chance I get.”

He picked her up from the stool and carried her into the bedroom, pausing only long enough to draw back the covers before lowering her to the sheets. Lying beside her, he kissed her with a hunger threatening to consume her. He loved the silken feel of her lips, the wet warmth of her mouth, and the soft glide of her tongue against his. One hand molded to a breast, lightly pinching the nipple. He swallowed her gasp and pinched a little harder, her body arching up to his.

Dragging his lips away from hers with an effort, Marc took a long time worshiping her body, kissing every inch of her skin from the slender column of her neck to the slope of her breasts. He sucked and pulled on her nipples before moving his mouth down to the softness of her tummy, tracing the whorled flesh of her belly button with the tip of his tongue. He let one hand drift between her legs to find the heat of her pussy and gently rubbed the lips and the swollen button of her clit. Marc couldn’t remember the last time a woman had reached deep inside him, making him feel so connected to her.

As he was tasting and exploring her and she squirmed in pleasure beside him, one of her hands slipped between them and found his throbbing erection. When she gripped his hard cock he jerked in reflex, the sensation almost too much to bear. His hand tightened convulsively on her, the heel pressing against her mound while his fingers dipped into her slick wetness. Jesus, she could make him come undone with just one touch.

Sucking in his breath, he nudged her to turn over and began to trail kisses the length of her spine, one hand caressing the sleek curve of her ass until he reached the dimple there, and traced it with his tongue. Music Lady was whimpering small sounds of pleasure and pushing herself back against his hand and mouth. Suddenly, without warning, she rolled over and rose to her knees.

“I want to touch you, too,” she told him.

Emma could hardly believe she was here again with this man. He was so magnificent. She could look at him forever. He lay beneath her hand, his body humming with sexual tension as she kissed him and licked his nipples, then she trailed her tongue over his abdomen down to his groin. He was like a new toy to her, willing to let her explore him in a way none of the men she’d been with up until now had been open to.

I guess when you pick bland men, you get bland sex.

Not that she wasn’t aware of the other possibilities. She’d certainly read her share of erotic romances, and had suggested trying some of the things she’d read about, with a distinct lack of success. Andrew had just looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. With him, the whole process never took more than fifteen minutes from