Full Throttle (14 page)

“You weren’t hurting me. It... It was nice.”

Forcing
herself
to be bold,
Sammy swallowed hard and reached out for Josh.

He glanced down as she laid her hand flat on his
chest, just over his heart. Josh didn’t move, but Sammy felt him tense under
her touch.

She took a fortifying breath and looked up into his
eyes. “Please, Josh.” She knew he was way out of her league. She was just a schoolteacher,
a boring woman who wore cardigans and enjoyed a night in front of the TV. And
Josh was one of life’s god’s, a sexy man that any woman would fantasize about.
But Sammy recently learned she had a wild side, and tonight that side wanted to
come out to play. That wild side set its sights on Josh. That wild side was
burning through her body and pushing bravery into her words.

“Your leg?”
He
said somewhat randomly, even as he moved closer to her again. Excitement burst
through her. Sammy tipped back and shook her head gently.

“My leg will be fine.” She didn’t care if it
wouldn’t be. She wanted this. She wanted Josh.

Josh stroked his hands up her arms and Sammy
breathed deeply as her entire body clenched at that one, gentle touch. There
was doubt in Josh’s eyes and Sammy was frightened he was still going to say no.
She wouldn’t beg, but she wasn’t beyond hope.

Placing both of her hands on his
chest,
Sammy pushed Josh back a little so she could sit up straight. His eyes dimmed
and he stepped back. Sammy regretted the distance and quickly reached for the
bottom of her t-shirt. She lifted it over her head and dropped it to the floor.
She trembled with fear as she fought to look up. Her heart pounded painfully in
her chest as her mind screamed at her for being so forward.
So
slutty.

Her father’s sneering tone echoed through her mind and
she began to doubt herself.

Sammy closed her eyes and willed her body to calm
down. No, she had never been this forward, so bold before. But she’d never got what
she wanted before, either. It was time to take what she wanted, and what she
wanted was Josh.
Just once.
She understood fully that
Josh wasn’t a man someone like her could keep, but she needed to feel the
passion he roused within her. The longer she sat on the stool without his
touch, the higher her anxieties crawled up her spine, threatening to throttle
her every breath.

“Sammy. Look at me.” His voice speared through her
thoughts and crashed a cold splash of water into her stomach.

She looked up and found him watching her, his eyes
dark and his hands balled tight at his side. Oh, God, what had she done?

Embarrassment heated her cheeks and shame filled her
mind. She suddenly remembered the un-sexy jogging trousers she had on, and
wanted to vomit with self-pity. She dropped her eyes again and lunged to reach for
her dropped t-shirt.

Josh reached for her and turned her to face him.
Sammy looked up into his dark, brooding eyes. He held her still in his big
hands as they singed her skin. He stood for a long moment before he dipped his
gaze to her breasts. Sammy sucked in a breath at just how on display she felt. Having
just got out of bed, she wore no underwear. No barriers at all from his darkly
intense stare. She had been naked with a man before, but something about Josh’s
gaze made her feel more exposed than she had ever been before.

He lifted his gaze. Josh swallowed hard, the action
moving his Adam’s apple up and down. He clenched his jaw tightly and spoke. “I
am not good for you, Sammy.” His voice rumbled and his eyes glittered with
challenge. “I am not the type of man who thinks about second dates. I don’t
date. I am the type of man that people warn girls as gentle as you about…
Sammy, I am not good at all.”

Good? She didn’t want
good
.
She wanted hot, powerful. Sammy wanted naughty, rough, and exciting.
Definitely not good.

Sammy shook her head. “I don’t want another good
boy, Josh.” She leaned back against the counter and tipped her head back, hopefully
looking sexy. She didn’t know how to work it, having never tried before. She
was totally winging it, relying on her body to win him over. Need rolled
through her system like a gathering snowball as Sammy waited anxiously for Josh
to do something other than stare at her.

Chapter
Fourteen

Josh tried to do anything to cool the searing
pressure that had built inside his groin. He mentally went over all the
different types of motorbike engine parts, and tried to remember the words to a
Kylie Minogue song, but nothing would pierce through the haze of arousal that
was currently blinding him.

His mind couldn’t get past the fact
she
, Sammy, kind, gentle,
sweet
Sammy, had taken off her top for him. He’d valiantly tried to keep
his gaze away from her breasts, but had failed miserably. Her breasts were
perfect.
Pert, pale and the perfect handful, her dusky little
nipples all tense and waiting for his touch.
And, oh, fuck, how he
wanted to touch!

Josh could feel a cold sweat working its way all
over his body as he held her at arm’s length.

“I am not good for you.” He bit out again, hoping
that she would be sensible and walk away, because it seemed, with the death
grip he had on her arms, and the desperate way he was staring at her breasts, that
there was no way he would walk away from this … offering.

“I don’t want another good boy, Josh.” Sammy purred.

Josh.
Almost.
Swallowed.
His.
Tongue.

Sammy leaned back and pushed her breasts towards him,
and Josh was a goner. His gaze dropped automatically to her perfect, mouth-watering
tips and before he knew it, he had one of them between his lips. He heard her
gasp above him, felt her fingers curl tightly into his hair and as he sucked
and nipped at her breast. He reveled in the sweet little noises coming from her
mouth.

“Oh, Josh!” Sammy gasped. She sounded shocked,
overwhelmed, and Josh felt the force of it all the way to his dick. He lifted
his head and captured her mouth again. He pushed his cock hard against her
pussy and groaned when Sammy gasped in surprise.

He trailed his hand down her neck, over her breasts,
stopping for a moment to tweak a needy nipple. Sammy gripped his shoulders
harder and rocked on the stool against him. Josh closed his eyes as a wave of
adrenaline thundered through his body. Sammy was writhing against him, dragging
at him. She was a kitten trying to get closer to him, and it felt so damn good.

His fingers moved down her tummy and stopped at the
band of her joggers.

Sammy sucked in a needy breath and nipped at his
lip. “Please, Josh.” she whispered against his mouth, her warm, sweet breath
caressing his face with every word.

He had one hand in her hair, gripping at her
neck,
and the other hand so close to where she needed his
touch the most, where he
needed
to
touch the most. Words of censure throttled his movements as he stared at her
beneath him.
She is so nice, so gentle.
She is not the kind of woman you deserve.
But, fuck he wanted her. Why
couldn’t he allow himself the pleasure of a real, honest woman, just once?

****

Sammy got it, she really did. Josh was worried he
was going to sully her in some way. His words about not being good enough rang
in her ears, but if he stopped one more time she was going to scream.

“Please,” she whispered again and leaned forward and
bit at his neck. “Don’t make me beg.”

“You don’t have to beg, Sammy. I am just taking my
sweet time.”

Sammy heard the small amount of strain in his tone,
the hard clench of his teeth and she wondered why he was so desperate not to
have sex with her. And then his fingers dipped below her trousers, and all
thought left her mind.

****

Josh dipped his fingers past her flat tummy, and
through the nest of hairs. He kissed her furiously and almost came in his jeans
when he felt how wet she was.

“Fuck.” He groaned, pulling back so he could lower
her trousers from her legs. He needed to see her, not just feel her. Sammy
lifted
herself
and allowed him to lower her trousers.
They got caught on her cast, but Josh worked them slowly and gently down.

When he looked up, Sammy was watching him, her
cheeks flushed as usual. But this time he knew it wasn’t because of shyness, it
was because of pleasure. Her eyes glittered and a small smile tugged at her
mouth.

She flicked her gaze to her cast and frowned
awkwardly.
“Real sexy.”

Josh grinned, ran his fingers lightly up her legs
and to the inside of her thighs. He noticed the angry bruise on her thigh, but
ignored it, in case Sammy felt it was unattractive to him—which it wasn’t.
Sammy clearly lacked self-confidence. “I think you are very sexy.” He grinned
again when her eyes drew wide. He dipped his fingers in her sex and groaned at
the heat wrapping around him. “I think you are so fucking sexy.” He licked at
her nipple, feeling her jump against him. “When I saw you in your leathers for
the first time,” he said, groaning in an exaggerated way, “I nearly came all
over my bike.”

Sammy giggled, but Josh heard the breathy sound that
accompanied it. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and worked his fingers deep
inside her. Sammy threw her head back and sighed into the kitchen air.

Josh had never seen anything sexier.

He spent a moment deep inside her, pulling his
fingers out, just to slide them back in again deeply, pressing his palm firmly
against her clit. Pinching and tweaking her nipples with his other hand, he
loved how she gasped and writhed beneath him. Josh leaned forward and licked at
her exposed neck.

Sammy lay back over the counter, her beautiful bum
on the stool,
his
fingers inside her. It was the most
erotic sight Josh had ever seen, made even more erotic by the fact he was still
fully dressed. It made him feel powerful, strong, and fucking hot. All those years
he’d spent with slutty hell-cats just out for dirty sex. Josh had never realized
just how sexy it was to have an honest woman in his arms. Her reaction to his
touch, the uninhibited way she sighed for him, was so much better than fake
gasps meant only to sound good.

“I have a fantasy.” Josh continued. He pressed his
thumb over her clit, adding pressure to where he knew she would need it most.
Sammy moaned and gripped at his forearm, her little nails digging into his skin
slightly, wonderfully, as she pressed herself against his seeking hand. She
seemed totally unaware that every time she writhed under his hand, her breasts
jiggled, tempting his mouth. And Josh knew that Sammy had no idea that when she
sucked in a breath and arched her neck, that her slim waist showed off her ribs
a little, making him imagine fucking her on his lap, bent backwards so that he
could lick, bite and suck at the bottom of her perfect tits as she rode him
with abandon.

“Oh?” Sammy
asked,
her
voice barely audible over her breathy panting. She bit at her bottom lip and
twisted her head on the kitchen worktop.

Josh pressed his thumb a little harder and worked
his fingers in deeper again. He bent down and licked at her stomach just like he’d
pictured and nibbled the underside of her right breast, earning a groan from
Sammy. “I have a fantasy of fucking you over my bike.”

Sammy moaned and jerked as he pressed his thumb over
her clit again and pushed his fingers into her right to his knuckles.

Josh grinned. “I would be in my leathers, fully
dressed, and you would be completely naked. I would bend you over the bike, the
cold metal would bite into your skin, and I would fuck you, hard.”

Josh bit down slightly on one of her nipples. Sammy gasped
and moaned as her release washed over her, seeming to catch her unaware as she
cried out. Josh felt her inner muscles clench at his fingers, almost dropping
him to his knees.

“You sound so sexy when you come, Sammy.” He spoke
through clenched teeth as his dick pressed desperately against his jeans. Her
juices coated his fingers and her inner muscles gripped him. And Josh growled
deep in his throat as he imagined just what it would feel like if his cock was
inside of her at this precise moment.

Josh could stand the torture no
more,
he reached down with his free hand and released the button at the top of his
trousers. The zipper slid down and Sammy sat up a little to take a look at his
cock as it sprang free from his jeans.

She bit her bottom lip, and Josh grinned as she
reached forward and wrapped her hand around his jutting flesh. She began to
stroke him gently, and Josh hissed as a bolt of white-hot
Jesus-Christ-yes
shot all the way to his toes.

He covered her hand and stayed her ridiculously
perfect stroking. “Sammy, do you have any condoms here?”

Josh didn’t know how he had managed to keep his head
enough to ask. But when Sammy looked up and blushed beautifully and nodded, he
was bloody glad he had.