“The woman at the store?”
“Remember when you were shopping for clothes? I did a little shopping at the Lover’s Pantry next door.”
He led her into the bathroom, where he washed it with soap and water. “Here, let me put it in for you.”
Before she could protest, he was pushing her panties down and kneeling in front of her. In this dominant position, she felt nothing but vulnerable.
He sucked in a breath. “Holy Fates, woman, you’re already wet down here.”
“I…I know,” she said sheepishly.
Even though he’d rolled her over first thing this morning and they’d made love already, she felt as if she could go again in a heartbeat.
He slipped part of the toy inside her, spread her open with his thumb and forefinger, and positioned the other end against her clit. Jolts of pleasure coursed through her and her inner walls tightened instantly around the intrusion. The toy and its little nubs knew exactly where she was the most sensitive. She had to grip the edge of the counter to keep from collapsing to the floor.
“You okay, lass?” he asked, an impish grin on his face. “How does that feel?”
“Don’t move,” she said. “I think I’m…I’m going to have an orgasm.”
“Is that so? Then I guess I have it on right.”
He applied a little more pressure to the toy and she just about lost it. Every nerve ending sizzled and bright points of light flashed like stars behind her eyelids. She gripped his forearm, right below where his hand was touching her.
“Oh God, Ash. I’m seriously coming.”
He mumbled something about the fact that the toy could be used during intercourse and suddenly she felt several of his fingers slipping inside. Powerful waves of pleasure crashed over her, one right after the other. She wasn’t sure when one stopped and another started or maybe it was all just one long, continuous orgasm. The world seriously could’ve ended and she wouldn’t have noticed.
Leaving the toy in place, he stood, adjusted her panties and skirt, and pressed his lips to hers. “I take it my little gift works?”
“It was pretty amazing,” Olivia breathed against his mouth, clutching his shoulders.
He gave her one final peck. “Now, come on. I want to get there when it opens and it’s a long drive.”
Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance by Jennifer Ashley, Alyssa Day, Felicity Heaton, Erin Kellison, Laurie London, Erin Quinn, Bonnie Vanak and Caris Roane
CHAPTER 15
“Does Reckless ever have events like this?” Olivia bit into an ear of roasted corn.
Asher noticed a drip of butter on her chin, so he wiped it away with his finger. “This is just a demonstration, but Rand does host a qualifying race in the summer where the top finishers advance to the semifinals.”
A rider from Spokane was on the dirt course right now. One of the biggest jumps was directly in front of where they were sitting in the bleachers. At the apex, the kid did a superman, kicking his legs straight out behind him.
“Holy shit,” Olivia said, laughing as the crowd erupted in cheers.
When the rider in blue and white gear landed his bike safely on the other side of the jump, he touched a glove to his helmet, thanking the audience. They cheered even louder and the bleachers vibrated with their pounding feet. Someone had clearly taught that kid some manners.
Later, as Asher spoke to a sales rep from Samson Brothers, Olivia’s hand tightened around his. He cast a quick glance in her direction as the heavyset guy was telling him about their new line of volt meters. She was biting her lips and her delicate nostrils were slightly flared. Was she having another orgasm or trying to control one? That little toy was turning out to be worth its weight in gold.
“Doing okay, lass?” he asked after they left the sales tent. He brushed a thumb over her lips.
“That was number seven.” She threaded her fingers through his, subtly moving them in and out in a slow rhythm that would match the pace of lovemaking.
He groaned, his cock thickening at the thought of making love to her again. She was undoubtedly primed for him right now, coated in a luxurious silkiness. He’d be able to push himself into her warmth with no foreplay. Hell, the whole day had been foreplay. He’d been walking around at half-mast much of the time thanks to her. At every stop, she stroked the back of his hand with feather-light touches. As they walked, she tucked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and kneaded the top of his butt cheek. When they waited in line for cotton candy, she’d whispered in his ear that she wanted to “fuck you so bad right now.”