Incidental Contact by Eden Connor
What if a random kiss with the wrong woman feels like more than incidental contact? What if you sense every mistake brought you to this place, with this person? What if you know you’ll have to clean up your bad-boy past and can’t offer her much of a future, but you’re determined to win her heart? What if you’re also having…performance issues? Welcome to Eric De Marco’s world. First person to say ‘go hard or go home’ gets his ass kicked.
(After agreeing to
allow the town playboy to teach her to feel sexy, Amy Sizemore is surprised
when Eric De Marco carries her though a snowy night to the geothermal pool in
his back yard for their fist encounter.)
rest on a shelf so low, now the water lapped around his neck. Her choices were
to push upright, or go under.
balance, her thighs pressed against his chest. Even worse—or better, she didn’t
have time to decide—her nipples were now pointed at his chin. His eyes were on
her face, and the look in them made swallowing impossible.
could cut diamonds. When he lowered his eyes, anticipation sent jagged heat
streaking though her, leaving thunder subsiding in her core.
hands on his shoulders. She felt awkward, unsure what to do next.
muscular thighs press against her knees, moving them wider.
not bubbles. A strong jet of water rushed against her folds. She tried to
shift away from the stream, but he held her fast.
her clit with insistent pressure. Holding her gaze, he rubbed his lips across
one extended nipple. Slowly—oh God, so slowly she thought she’d die—he rasped
her aching point. Raising his head a notch, he worried the peak with the
stubble on his chin. Each prickling scrape sent daggers into her core. He
nipped the hard bud.
he took a warm, soothing lick. The entire time, that forceful jet of water
danced over her clit. His licks mingled with nips until her sensation of being
cold disappeared. All Amy could feel was the heat from his tongue and the
strong ache coiling inside her—and that jet of water driving her mad.
middle name and she was about to come while he watched. He didn’t look away,
licking and nipping until she arched, unable to stop the bowing motion when she
came. He leaned forward, still teasing her with his tongue. Snowflakes melted
on her cheeks and chest, tiny, cool darts that accented the whirlwind of heat
making her senseless. Her other nipple felt so sensitive, she could almost feel
the rising steam slide over the aching point.
wouldn’t let her move. He slowly sucked her nipple into his mouth. His
ministrations sent waves of intense aches to her channel. Pounding waves of
pleasure made her vision go dark. She bucked, but he kept her centered over
that hard flow.
to wash away her moisture, making penetration uncomfortable. She didn’t care. She’d
never had such an overwhelming need to be fucked.
Cupping the back of her head, he forced it down, until her forehead rested on
his. He stared into her eyes. She felt strange, and wonderful, and connected,
and empty, all at once. He wasn’t a stranger, but she barely knew him. Yet Drew
had never watched her with such intensity.
from behind. When he eased inside her, she couldn’t help but whimper, clenching
around him tightly.
The jet was still there, driving her crazy. When he could go no deeper, his
thrusts grew more forceful. The motion made her rock, moving her over the nosy
stream of water again and again. The jet drove bubbles into the thatch over her
mound, turning each strand of hair into an antenna that directed sensation
quake. His thrusts stopped, replaced by a gentle circling motion just inside
her channel. She couldn’t resist when he turned her, sitting her on his thighs,
but she found her pussy right over that little jet again. He cupped her breasts
with both hands, locking her in place with crossed forearms. His thumbs and
forefingers trapped her nipples, pulling and pinching. She tried shifting
forward, but all that did was send the pressure pounding against her pucker.
his heels over her ankles, spreading her. When he leaned forward, forcing her
breasts underwater, she had nowhere to go but right back over that piercing
stream. “Please, Eric.” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for.
again, baby doll. Stop fighting it.”
one, but Amy was too limp to remain tense. The pressure did feel good. His
rough fondling of her nipples added to her pleasure, building her quickly to
another peak. Each orgasm faded into the next swell of pleasure, leaving her no
way to keep track.
from his breath penetrated her ear with the same insubstantial nothing as the
jet of water, but both sensations drove her higher. She felt his mouth on her
neck, her shoulder, her jaw. Bright color exploded in the darkness behind her
eyes. She felt caught in a strong undertow of pleasure, but her pussy felt so
empty, tears ran down her cheeks.
Resting her head on his shoulder, Amy let her eyes drift closed. His hands were
never still, caressing her. Bathed in warmth and cuddled to his chest,
contentment and exhaustion numbed her.
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About the Author:
Eden Connor graduated from Converse College with a degree in Psychology so long ago, her sheepskin is chiseled in stone. She’s been a graphic artist, a bridal photographer and an antique restorer. Since the death of her true love, she raised two children to adulthood and now has the time to return to writing. She writes primarily contemporary erotic romances, the odd bit of erotica and an occasional paranormal piece. Most of her writing is set where she lives, in South Carolina, so expect the handsome stranger to come equipped with a slow drawl. Addicted to hazelnut creamer, baseball and cranberry glass, she likes the music of Motown and when not writing about adults behaving badly, she takes a stab at the occasional needlepoint canvas.
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