Some rules just beg to be broken.
The Bradfords, Book 2
Danika Steffen can take care of herself. Watching her mother slowly succumb to muscular dystrophy convinced Danika that total independence is the only way to go. Anything that needs fixing, she’s got the tools. So what if she’s never had an orgasm. No one really needs one, right?
Sam Bradford is good at two things: his job as a paramedic, and seducing women. Being dependable? Not so much. Losing his father at age fifteen tore a permanent hole in his life, and now he’s determined never to let anyone need him that much. Enjoying women, though, is definitely on the menu. As long as they understand his unbreakable rule: one night only. Until a date with Danika Steffen ends not in her bed, but with a trip to the ER.
Danika may have a broken wrist, but Sam’s the one suffering…an intense case of guilt. And instead of doing things to her, he only wants to do things for her. Which would drive her crazy if not for the sneaking suspicion that Sam needs a little TLC too. And damned if she doesn’t want to be the one to give it…
Product Warnings Contains an I’ll-do-it-myself girl who can fix anything, a commitment-phobic guy who can’t fix anything, and a whole new way to look at butter. Yes, butter. Copyright © 2010 Erin Nicholas
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
“Show me your bra.”
“What?”
He looked to find her staring at him with wide eyes. He laughed. “Come on, Danika. Just unbutton a few buttons. I’m trying to make a point. I intend to see a lot more than that eventually.”
She narrowed her eyes but undid the top three buttons of her shirt. She pulled the material to one side, revealing a white strap and the white lacy edge at the top of the left cup. It was the smallest glimpse of women’s underwear he’d ever been given and it still resulted in a fast, hard erection.
He shifted to try to get more comfortable in his pants and she covered back up. “Have you felt sexy today?” he asked.
“Sexy? No. That wasn’t why I picked this bra out.”
“Exactly,” he said. “You picked it out because…”
He trailed off and gestured with his hand for her to fill in the blanks.
“It wouldn’t show through.”
“Then your purpose was practical.”
She nodded when he glanced over again.
“Now, let’s say you were going to seduce a guy. You knew you were going to see him later at a party. What would you wear?”
She didn’t reply right away and Sam knew that his point was going to be made rather easily.
“My black bra and panties, I guess,” she finally said.
“Did you buy those because they’re sexy?”
“No. I bought them for my aunt’s funeral.”
Sam coughed and looked over at her again. “Excuse me?”
“I needed a new black bra to go under my dress for her funeral. The panties came as part of the set.”
“Danika, here’s my first tip for you—do not wear that bra and panties any time you want to seduce someone.”
“But they’re the only ones that aren’t white or tan.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“White and tan aren’t sexy.”
“They can be.”
“Do you think red would be better?”
“Do you have red?”
“No. But we could buy some.”
“Maybe, but not just because they’re red.”
“They need to be skimpy? I have a white thong.”
The idea of Danika in a thong made his mouth go dry and he had to swallow before he said, “Skimpy isn’t the only consideration, either.”
“But I don’t…”
He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. “The important part of what you wear is how you feel. If you feel sexy and seductive, then it doesn’t matter what color or how skimpy anything is. To get full pleasure, you have to want full pleasure, expect it, demand it, even. You’re not going to be able to do that if you don’t feel like you’re ready for it.”
“Sexy underwear will make me feel like I’m ready to have an orgasm?”
He glanced at her. “It will help.”
“I’ll defer to your obvious expertise.”
He let her think that over for the few minutes it took to get to the shop he had in mind. He pulled into a parking spot and looked over at her in time to see her eyes widen as she looked at the front of the store Tease.
She swallowed as she took in the barely dressed mannequin in the front window. “This is it, huh?”
“This is it.”
Sam got out and came around to her side of the car. He opened the door for her and held out his hand to help her up. Danika didn’t take her eyes from the storefront for even a second as she took Sam’s hand and got out of the car.
She took a deep breath.
They were two of only eight people in the store besides the salesgirl. She drifted around inconspicuously from person to person. The others all seemed to be in couples. Two couples were looking through the racks of—sure enough—costumes including a school girl, a serving wench and a cheerleader. Another couple was at the back looking at sex toys including vibrators of all sizes and colors while the other two were in front of the displays of erotic videos.
“I think we’ll start with what you’ll wear,” Sam said.
As he put his hand on the small of her back and steered her toward the racks of clothes, he could feel her tension, which he suspected was part shock and part excitement. He’d never bought lingerie for a woman, but he’d enjoyed what he’d seen. The truth was exactly as he’d told Danika—it wasn’t the lingerie itself, but how the woman wore it. It could be hot pink, glow in the dark, barely there, or conceal-all but if she wore it with the knowledge that it would drive him wild, it worked.
“Pick something,” he urged when the only movement she made was with her eyes.
“No, you pick it. You’re the expert.”
“That won’t work,” he argued. “It isn’t about what’s sexy to look at. It’s about what you’ll feel sexy wearing.”
“I don’t even know where to start.” She glanced at the other couples.
Sam decided that he needed to get her distracted from the fact that there were other people around. This was about her. He moved in to block her view of everyone else.
“I was right when I said you don’t need a costume. You’ll be absolutely perfect just as you are.”
Her lips fell apart.
“So let’s talk about how to highlight your assets.” He put his hands on her waist, giving her just a moment to adjust to him touching her, then slipped them around to cup her butt. “For instance, this is very nice,” he murmured. “I think you might have been right about the thong idea. Don’t want to cover this up.”
She put her hand on his chest and her pupils dilated as she looked up at him and Sam knew he was getting her mind where he wanted it to be.
He pulled her forward as he dipped his knees to fit the erection that had been nearly constant since he’d first spoken to her in the bar against her. “But this,” he said, pressing forward as she sucked in a sharp breath, “is more like wrapping paper around a present of a very distinct shape. You know what it is, but unwrapping it is half the fun.” He rubbed against her and she moaned softly. “And as you take the paper off and see it up close and personal for the first time it’s even better than you imagined.”
He reached up between them and cupped one of her breasts. It was a perfect fit in his palm. “These you definitely want to show off.”
Her eyelids drifted shut and she arched her back slightly as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the nipple that hardened instantly. He took a huge step forward, moving her back until they were completely behind a tall rack of clothes. He deftly slipped the top two buttons from their buttonholes and slid his hand inside the top of her dress, taking her breast in hand with only soft satin between them. He desperately wanted to swirl his tongue around the stiff point, but settled for tugging on it gently as she gripped the front of his shirt in both fists.
“Sam,” she breathed.
“Are you feeling sexy, Danika?” he asked gruffly against her ear. “Are you feeling how hard and hot I am for you?” He pressed the proof against her again.
She opened her eyes and stared up at him. Sam knew that his face showed every bit of his desire for her and he did nothing to hide it. The plain truth was that this little woman, who had been settling for nice guys who couldn’t take her all the way, had made him harder than he could remember being, quite possibly ever.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I am about this close to begging, Danika. At this moment, if you told me I could have you, I would give you anything to make that happen.” She opened her mouth but he quickly put a finger over her lips. “Do you believe me?”
She nodded.
“How does it feel to know that I want you more than anything?”
She smiled then. A slow, sexy, timeless smile that made Sam groan. “Like seeing just how far I can push you before you do beg.”
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