by: Cathryn Fox
Series: Hands On
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 15, 2016
Publisher: Entangled Scorched
Body Contact is the second of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.
She needs some hands-on experience. And he’s got big hands.
Asking pro football player Jack Rider to teach me everything he knows about sex might have seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m not so sure I can handle a guy like him. I thought he’d just straight up do me, ridding me of my pesky virginity sooner rather than later. But no, he had his own ideas about bringing me up to speed on sex. His two weeks of slow seduction might just be the death of me, but since he’s the one in charge, I have to play the game his way. Not that I’m not enjoying it. I am. Who wouldn’t, right? I guess I just can’t help but wonder how I’ll ever let another man touch me after him.
This is the second of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. BODY CONTACT is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment comes September 2016.
“Hey,” he murmured, determined to put her at ease, to let her know that what they’d done last night was normal and nothing to be ashamed of. “How do you feel today?”
“Last night was amazing.” He stepped closer and her scent swirled around him. “You’re amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, her uncertainty ebbing away as she relaxed into him.
“How was your day?”
“Busy. I did a bit of prep work for the course, and met Violet for lunch.”
Ah, Violet, the best friend who’d put her up to asking him for sexual help. “Sounds like a good day.”
Danielle held her hands together, her fingers steepled. “I hate to get too ahead of myself, but we drew up plans for my future clinic.”
Shit. His gut clenched, but he wasn’t about to burst her bubble. Then again, the house hadn’t sold yet.
“How was your day?” She frowned and looked downward. “How’s your leg feeling?”
It should have surprised him that she cared enough to ask, but for some reason, it didn’t. She was sweet, with a genuinely caring nature. “Tough therapy class this morning.”
Real concern moved over her face. “Are you okay? Come in and sit.”
He shook his head. “I’m okay, and we’re going out.”
Wanting to keep everything open and honest between them, he said, “The BDSM club I mentioned last night.”
She stiffened, her eyes wide. “Really?”
He cupped the back of her neck and stroked her nape. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave your side. There is nothing you have to do if you don’t want. Grayson’s is a safe place to experiment, to let go and feel. Isn’t that what this two weeks is all about?”
“I thought you might like to watch, see what goes on. It’ll be an education, of sorts. And you did seem interested in the club when I mentioned it.”
She straightened her shoulders, a new steadfastness about her. “I am interested. I want to go.” A small smile touched her mouth, and she looked over her shoulder to the empty box sitting on her coffee table. Where did she stash the ropes I’d sent her last night? She coiled her hair around her finger, a sexy move that always hardened his cock. “Should I bring the ropes?”
Growling, he pulled her hand from her hair, and her eyes widened in innocence. But she knew what she was doing to him. “Keep it up and we won’t get out of here.”
“So that’s a no to bringing the rope?”
He laughed. “That’s a no.” His gaze moved over her face, taking in the pink flush. He moved closer, pushing a knee between her legs. “They’re for here, for sometime later, when I tie you up and have my way with you.”
“Oh.” She exhaled slowly, then pushed her glasses up. Her glance flickered over his collared shirt and jeans. “What, ah…what should I wear to the club?” she asked, sounding a bit breathless.
He backed up and took in her frayed shorts a second time, and the T-shirt tucked into the waistband. “You look fine to me.”
“I feel a little underdressed. I think I’ll pull on a pair of jeans, and change my top.” She took her glasses off. “I’m going to put my contacts in, too.”
“Okay.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him as she darted down the hall. He resisted the urge to follow and watch her change, but consoled himself with the knowledge that he’d be the one undressing her later. His cock throbbed in anticipation.
She emerged, looking sexy in her skinny jeans and lacy light blue top that brought out the color in her eyes. He spent a long moment looking at her, admiring her innocent sensuality. His thoughts careered in an erotic direction, but he marshaled his cock. Tonight was about her, not him.
“What?” she asked.
His gaze lifted to hers and he smiled. “You look beautiful,” he said. Then he frowned, a sudden pang of jealousy hitting him like a jagged knife to his gut. “The guys at the club are going to love you.”
She stepped up to him, a smile playing on her mouth. One slender finger poked into his chest. “But I’m with you. You made it pretty clear that you own me for the next two weeks, so I’m sure no one will bother me.” Her small chuckle curled around him. “Not if they know what’s good for them.”
“Don’t worry, Danielle.” He dipped his head, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. “I’m going to take really good care of you.”
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.
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