Joy Ride by Desiree Holt (reading a book TXT) 📕

He grinned. “No kidding? Me, too. The world’s best comfort food.”

She looked a little surprised. “Really? You need comforting?”

Marc didn’t think that was such a startling fact but again, he was starting to understand more about Music Lady and her perception of his life. He could tell by the expressions chasing across her face with each answer that she was seeing him in a different light. Much more three-dimensional. Maybe even more acceptable in the world she grew up in.

“We all need comforting now and then, Music Lady.” He stroked her cheek. “It’s part of who we are. Who Iam, anyway.” He teased the strands of purple hair. “But then why the hair? The new duds? New wrappings?”

“Because I—” She tensed against him.

He could feel her withdrawing and wanted to kick himself for being so stupid. Getting her to reveal pieces of herself was like a complex treasure hunt and he had to tread very carefully. pulled her a little closer. “Never mind. It’s not a big deal. I told you, I like the look. It’s sharp. And if you’re comfortable with it, that’s all that counts.”

And so it went, until he’d told her all about the battle with his parents to skip college and stick with his music. Their acceptance finally and their support. Meeting Rick at a party and putting Lightnin’ together. The struggle for recognition. In return he’d learned enough tidbits about her to begin piecing together a picture of the woman she really was. Smart. Funny. Sometimes shy.

“Okay, enough Twenty Questions for tonight.”

Emma didn’t know whether to be relieved or not. On the one hand, she wanted to know so much more about Marc. Each question and answer had been a revelation, shaping him differently in her mind. On the other hand, the more she exposed her inner self to him, the greater the danger was out of her depth. She needed to just be Music Lady with him, someone with spark and a newly found adventurous spirit. Someone who could be sexually uninhibited with him, fulfilling fantasies she didn’t even know she’d had.

She still lived with the fear that Marc would take a look at her one day and think she wasn’t enough to satisfy him. And the specter of her parents always hovered just out of range in her thoughts.

He lowered his head to hers, his kiss this time hungry, almost needy. But Emma had an answering need, the thing that kept driving her back into his arms. One small taste of him would never be enough. His flavor was more intoxicating than any alcoholic drinks she’d ever had and had seeped into her system.

He licked the inner surface of her lips before thrusting inside and touching every inner surface. She answered him just as greedily, sliding her tongue over his and pushing it into his mouth.

She shivered at the touch of his fingers along the line of her neck and over the hollow of her throat where her pulse was beating fast again. She remembered the first night they were together, how unsure of herself she was, how hesitant as he coaxed responses from her. But each time they were together she became a little bolder, a little less reticent. Willing to be a more active participant.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he slid moist kisses over her cheek and along the sweep of her jaw, nipping the soft skin and soothing it with tiny licks. Heat exploded inside her. He cupped her breast and his thumb rasped the nipple already sensitive from their earlier lovemaking. She gasped slightly when he pinched it and arched her body up to his touch, wanting more.

“Making love with you is like making music,” he murmured, his lips against her breast. “Your body is like my guitar, responding to every touch and caress. Jesus, ML, you are so incredible.”

“You, too.” And he was. His words were as arousing as his touch, scrambling her thoughts.

What could she do? She didn’t think she could give him up.

When he lifted one leg and caressed it lightly from ankle to hip, she stopped thinking. Every place he nipped lightly on her thigh then soothed with kisses felt as if a match had struck her there. When he finished with the first leg, he rolled her toward him again so he could work on the other one. He stroked and licked and tasted until she was a writhing, panting mass.

“You get to have all the fun,” she gasped, needing to torment him the same way.

With the edge of daring being Music Lady gave her, she slid her hand between their bodies and down his stomach to the thickness of his cock. When her fingers closed around him, she heard an answering gasp, the sound sending a bolt of fire rocketing through her. She squeezed gently as his fingers tightened on her nipple again, and he grazed it gently with his teeth.

ML’s hand inched its ways slowly up and down his throbbing length, his cock flexing each time her thumb brushed over the head.

“Jesus, babe,” he murmured against her skin. “When you do that my balls tighten up like a fist. You’ll make me lose control.”

“I like it when you do.” She was growing so much bolder with him each time, both in actions and words, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.

“But not too quickly.” His voice trembled with the effort to hold it together.

Reassured, Emma rose gracefully to her knees, and with a movement she was still becoming comfortable with, bent to touch her tongue to the head of his cock. He jerked beneath her and when she took him fully into her mouth, his hands gripped her head, angling it this way and that. A groan rumbled up from his chest, and her lips against him curved in a smile.

Not bad for a novice, Emma.

An unfamiliar feeling of power surged through her, knowing that she could provide this man with a degree of pleasure close to what he gave