Free Sweet Sizzle: A Red Hot Valentine Story by Jodi Redford Page A

reached between them, intending to position him better. He stalled her with a warning nip on her neck. “I’m not wearing a condom, baby.”
    “I’m on the pill, and one hundred percent clean.”
    He nuzzled her beneath the ear. “Me too.”
    “When did you get on the pill?”
    “Smart ass.” Chuckling, he caught her earlobe between his teeth. Widening her stance with a coax of his knee, he angled his hips the few necessary degrees lower and penetrated her with a slow surge of his cock. She flatted her palms on the slippery tiles, the silky trickle of water sluicing down her spine no competition in terms of bringing the heat, not when it came to the delicious grind of Ben’s cock filling her to overflow. He massaged her breasts, the scrape of his teeth on her nape adding a primal edge to their coupling. “Love you bare like this. So wet and tight. Feel every little ripple.” His voice was a low, guttural growl, each clipped sentence pared down to its most basic element as if he’d lost the ability to verbally process anything beyond that the moment he slipped inside her.
    Arching her back, she pulled herself almost completely off him, tightening her inner muscles when his cockhead slid toward the opening of her slit. He grabbed her hips, leaving her suspended there on that luscious stretch, every cell in her body primed to detonate. She bore down, relaxing her grip on him, sinking in a freefall of pure bliss. He let her have her way with him like this for several more glorious minutes before deciding it was past time to snatch the reins again. Snagging the vibrator from the ledge, he clicked it on and glided it between her legs. Holding the device firm to her clit, he began pumping into her with deep, hard strokes. She clawed at the tiles, her pleas for mercy going unheeded. He hugged her tight to him with his free arm, his teeth sinking into the sensitive juncture where her neck and shoulder met. The orgasm crashed into her with blinding impact, ripping a cry from her throat. A million pinpricks of dazzling light floating in her vision, she soared with the intense waves of nirvana, each shattering spike spinning her farther into the rapturous eye of the storm. Just when she thought she’d die from the pleasure overload, Ben lodged into her with a final thrust, his body shaking uncontrollably and her name a muffled groan against her damp skin as he came.
    For several minutes all they could do was weakly cling to each other while the water continued to pummel their spent bodies. Finally Ben kissed her tenderly on the side of her cheek and leaned around her to crank off the shower. He slipped the bath towel from the overhead rod and wrapped her in its fluffy embrace before helping her out of the tub enclosure. Catching sight of the drenched and bedraggled mess of her hair in the steamed-up mirror, she sighed. “I don’t suppose you’re up for staying in?”
    Ben’s wide grin hinted that he was more than fine with that option. She grunted. “Lemme guess. The promise of theater surround sound and HD won you over.”
    “That and getting to see you naked all night long.”
    “Well that answer just earned you two servings of dessert.”
    His eyes sparkled with wickedness. “As long as one of them is cherry pie.”
    Good thing she had stocked up on the whipped cream.
     
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Waking up next to Rory was a dream he’d thought lost to him forever. Not entirely certain he wasn’t in the middle of some euphoric REM state, Ben pinched his arm. The resulting sting felt real enough. As did the uncomfortable erection he currently sported. Morning wood wasn’t a rarity for him by any means, but his usual standard of taking care of it solo sounded infinitely less appealing than the alternative.
    Would Rory get pissed at him if he woke her up? She’d never been much of a morning person, even when it came to sex. Then again, she owned a bakery now. Didn’t that mean she usually had to get up with the