Hump Day: Jackie Ashenden's Make It Hurt
It's Wednesday! That means we're halfway through the week, which is cause for celebration, don't you think? It's time to kick back and relax (and there are few activities more relaxing than reading). We just happen to have some super sexy reading material right here for ya. Jackie Ashenden's Make It Hurt is available in December, but you can enjoy a sneak peek below!
Nora's job as a fugitive recovery agent is a far cry from her debutante days, until one fated mission makes the past come roaring back. Smith never expected Nora to be at a biker hangout, but seeing her take charge stirs something within. Their lives may be different, but there's no denying the spark between them. Whatever happens, one thing is for sure, Smith's take charge attitude is certain to steam up your computer screen!
He wanted her for as long as he could get.
Smith let her go and pushed himself away from the counter with a hard, sharp movement, doing up his jeans in the process. Then he reached down and did what he should have done the moment she’d first walked into the Rusty Nail. He gathered her up into his arms.
She melted against him, her hands on his chest, spreading her legs as he sat her on top of the counter, giving him space to stand between them. When he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close, she gave a little shiver.
“Smith,” she said huskily, her hands flat to his chest. “I don’t—”
“Quiet,” he ordered, sliding a hand up to the back of her head and cradling it in his palm. “I’ve got something to say.”
Her gaze dipped to his mouth. “I hope it’s something along the lines of kissing me. Though I’d really prefer you just to do it rather than talk about it.”
He ignored that. “I want you,” he said fiercely, instead. “And not just a night or two. I want more than that.”
She blinked at him, her brow creasing. “What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, I wanna see where this leads, Nora. You and me, together. I wanna try again.”
Her mouth opened, shock crossing her face. “You and me as in . . .?”
“As in you being my girlfriend. Hell, maybe even my old lady.” No, he’d never thought he’d want an old lady, pretty much because he had all the pussy he needed already and without the complications.
But shit, if that old lady was Nora, then why not?
Nora’s gaze searched his. “But . . . why?”
“I’ll show you why.” Smith dug his fingers into her hair, tilting her head back, staring down into her dark eyes. Then he covered her mouth, holding her still so she couldn’t pull away, kissing her deep and hard, and hungry.
She made a soft sound in her throat, her arms sliding up and around his neck, her lips parting under his, kissing him back as hungrily as he was kissing her.
Jesus, but she tasted sweet, and he wanted to keep on exploring her hot mouth, yet he pulled back, staring down into her eyes, watching the gold lights shimmering in the darkness and the color that had risen to her cheekbones.
Yeah, this was what he wanted. Tough and sassy on the outside, hot and passionate on the inside.
“Get the picture now?” he demanded.
A shadow moved in her gaze, but before he had a chance to figure out what it was, it had gone. Then she was leaning forward, her arms tight around his neck. “Maybe,” she murmured. “Though you might need to do a little more convincing.” And then her mouth found his again in a long, deep, sweet kiss that felt like it went on forever.
He let the kiss go on, sliding down to cup the curve of her butt and bringing her close to the edge of the counter, fitting the heat between her thighs to where his rapidly hardening dick pressed against his zipper. She shivered, her hips rocking, trying to get even closer.
Reluctantly, he lifted his mouth from hers and reached around to his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and deftly extracting the condom from it. Then he dropped it back on the counter beside her and reached down to undo his jeans.
“You don’t want to do this in bed?” She wasn’t looking at him, her gaze following his movements as he ripped open the packet and took out the condom, easing his cock out and rolling the latex down.
“No.” He didn’t have the patience to move anywhere else, not right now. “I’m gonna fuck you on your kitchen counter. You got a problem with that?”
She met his gaze, tilting her head slightly to the side. “Um . . . let me see . . . do I have a problem with that?” The beginnings of a wicked smile turned her mouth. “What if I do?”
Little witch was teasing him and shit, he liked it.
“Then that would be too fucking bad.” He flicked open the button on her jeans and pulled at her zipper.
Her breath caught sharply but she made no attempt to stop him. “You mean I don’t get a choice? Is that what you’re saying?”
“The only choice you get is whether to come now or whether I take my time and torture you.” He spread open the denim, his pulse thudding hot and hard in his head at the glimpse of her black lace panties. “So what’s it to be?”
“Wow, Ace.” There was a dry note in her voice. “You really know how to seduce a girl.”
He gripped the waistband of her jeans. “I thought we’d discussed this. You love it when I’m being an asshole.”
“Sadly, I do,” she agreed. “And you love it when I’m being a bitch.”
He grinned. She was right. He did. “Stop complaining, then. You’ll get what you want, don’t worry.”
“And what is it exactly that I want?”
“Lift your butt up and I’ll show you.”
She leaned back on her hands, obliging him, and he tugged down her jeans, taking her panties with them, pulling them right off her until she was sitting on the counter naked from the waist down.
“Better,” he murmured, taking in all that smooth, bare golden skin. “Yeah, so much fucking better. Spread your thighs, baby. I wanna see where I’m going.”
She obeyed without hesitation, giving him the most perfect view of soft, golden curls and wet pink flesh.
The breath escaped him in a rushing hiss. “Fucking hell, golden girl . . .”
Nora gave a husky laugh, the sound stroking down his back like a caress, and reached out a hand, wrapping her fingers around his aching dick and squeezing him until he groaned. “You’re talking too much, Smith. I’ve decided I want to come now. So how about you shut up and get on that?”
Smith was hot and hard in her palm and there was nothing she wanted more than him inside her right goddamn now. Because thinking about what he’d just asked her, let alone giving him an answer, felt too difficult.
You and me, together . . .
Did she want that? Did she want to try again?
She held him tightly in her hand, stared into his dark eyes. They weren’t actually black, but a deep brown, the color of very strong espresso. The kind that gave you an intense hit of caffeine, that kept you wired and awake for hours. That buzzed in your veins and made you a little crazy.
He still makes you crazy, even after so long.
He did, no escaping it. The young man she’d known back in Houston hadn’t had all these hard edges. He’d been softer, more forgiving, gentler. He wasn’t that now. Now, he was rough, blunt, powerful, and there was nothing soft or forgiving about him.
Yet, it seemed that echoes of the man he’d been were still there, in the gentle way he held her, in the things he’d said to her, about dreams, about not letting them die. About her being strong . . .
He’s nothing like your father.
The realization hit her hard and for a moment she just stared into Smith’s eyes, hardly able to breathe. Was that why she’d been pushing against him all this time? Why she’d been holding back? Because she was expecting him to be just as controlling as her father had been?
But he wasn’t. Okay, so he might act like he was king of the entire world, but there was a difference between him and her father and the difference was that Smith seemed to actually care about her. Smith actually wanted her.
Her. The woman she was now. Stronger. More certain. He had changed, but so had she. Maybe back then she wouldn’t have been able to handle him, and maybe he wouldn’t have known what to do with her. Maybe she would have lain down and let him walk all over her, and youth and inexperience would have made it so he didn’t even realize what he was doing.
But not now.
One black brow rose. “What’s up, golden girl? Lost your nerve?”
No. But you could lose your heart.
It would be so easy, too. After all, she’d lost it once already to him. It could happen again without her even trying.
Maybe it’s already happened.
She shivered at the thought. No, she couldn’t think about that and what it would mean right now. Later, when the insistent hunger had maybe faded a bit.
Pushing herself to the edge of the counter and spreading her legs wide, Nora ignored the bittersweet pain that had her in its grip. Then she guided him to her, watching him as she did so, seeing his eyes widen, hearing his breath catch as he slid inside her.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Nora.”
She shivered, tilting her hips, letting him slide deeper until he was as deep as he could get and she closed her legs around his waist, pressing her body right up against his. Then she reached up and took his face between her palms and held him. “Look at me,” she ordered. “Eyes on me, Smith.”
She wanted to see what she did to him. She wanted to see him come apart the way she’d come apart with him the day before.
She held him gently, keeping his gaze locked with hers as he began to move. His hands were hard on her hips, his movements at first slow, then becoming harder, faster.
His pupils expanded, swallowing all that delicious brown, making his gaze truly black now. And yet it wasn’t dark. It was full of heat and flames. Full of pleasure and passion. For her.
She kept her hands on that strong, powerful jaw, holding him, watching him as she rocked her hips, moved with him, the pleasure in his eyes the perfect mirroring of her own. And her poor battered heart began to swell, inflating like a balloon, the feeling intense, inescapable. It kept building, deepening, becoming overwhelming, and she let it.
He was right. She would damn well take what she wanted without fear. Because if getting kicked out of home, if losing everything was going to be worth a damned thing, then she had to get something she wanted out of the deal.
And what she wanted was him.
So when he whispered her name desperately a second time, she pulled him close and covered his mouth with her own.
And when the orgasm burst like a firework along every nerve ending she had, she found the courage to say, Yes. Let’s try again.
But only in her head.
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