Free No Surrender by Sara Arden

could use some time in my own head with busy hands, you know? I’m looking forward to it.”
    “So what’s your plan? What’s our lovely day?”
    His eyes suddenly darkened and his gaze was centered squarely on her breasts. The sheet had fallen down and she was bare to his view.
    “It’s going to be a lovely day in bed if you don’t put on some clothes.”
    “I could go for that.” She grinned and took another sip of coffee, not bothering to cover herself up.
    “Woman,” he teased.
    “Fine.” She supposed he was right. She was a little sore, but it was the most delicious feeling. “Where are we going?”
    “I guess that all depends if you still have that Harley in storage.”
    “You’re not driving my Harley.”
    “No, you are. I’ll hop on back.”
    She arched a brow. “Really?”
    “What, like I have a problem with a woman who can handle her machine? It takes nothing away from me. Your hands will be on the bars and mine, well... I’ll be free to put them where I like.”
    She laughed. “You better be careful. You don’t want to distract me too much.”
    “Maybe I do. Maybe my plan is to get you on some deserted country road and do bad things to you in the light of day.”
    “Then I guess you better pack a blanket. I don’t want burrs or chiggers.” She got up and padded toward the shower.
    “I’m one step ahead of you. I even packed a picnic.”
    She turned on the water and let the spray fall over her. “So you thought of everything.”
    “One does try.”
    “One does succeed.” She soaped up and exhaled as the hot water soothed her aching muscles and helped clear her head.
    “Screw it,” she heard him mumble.
    His hands reached through the shower curtain and took the soap from her. “We’ve got time.”
    Soap-slicked fingers moved over her shoulders, down her spine and around her waist.
    Her breath caught in her throat. “Sean.”
    “No, you don’t like this?” He continued his ministrations, the tone of his voice making it obvious he knew full well what he was doing to her.
    “I thought you wanted to take the bike out.”
    “Just imagine what we could do on the bike.” His hands moved down the outside of her thighs and back up the inside, only for him to swoop down to her knees again. “How much would it take to distract you enough to make you pull over? Do you think I could fuck you on that bike at seventy miles per hour?”
    “I think that it’s a pretty fantasy, but the reality would be awkward and deadly.”
    “Fine, then let me drive.”
    “You’re driving now.” That familiar burn started between her legs and all she could think about was getting him to touch her there.
    “The wind on our faces, while we laugh at death and drink down every moment, suck the marrow dry from this world.”
    She shivered with both anticipation and pleasure. That was exactly how she wanted to live her life.
    She and Sean were more alike than she’d ever thought. “Indeed, you are a poet.”
    “No, I just know what I want.”
    Kentucky licked her lips. “Do you? Are you sure about that?”
    He stripped off his clothes and climbed into the shower with her, his skin hotter than the water that sluiced over them. She took the soap and lathered it in her hands as he had done and returned the favor, smoothing her hands all over the wide expanse of his chest, his shoulders, his back.
    Then she moved her hands down over his hips and his thighs, returning the teasing, taunting caress.
    His cock was hard and at attention.
    He seemed indefatigable. She wondered if they really could spend the whole day in bed. She rinsed the soap off her hands and reached for him, closed her fingers around the hard velvet length of him.
    Kentucky had never imagined he’d be here with her like this. That wasn’t to say she hadn’t fantasized about it, but in the real? These things didn’t happen to her.
    She had to remember that they were happening to her, right now. Kentucky had to keep reminding herself to