Read FAST RIDE for Free Online Page A

restless, her hands clumsily tugging at his sweatshirt until she came in contact with his bare skin.
    Her hands explored his chest, stopping to circle his flat nipples, and then she moved her hands to his back. She raked her fingernails up and down his spine, driving him absolutely insane.
    Their kisses grew more urgent and exploratory with every second that ticked by, until Kenny was the one to break contact.
    He’d barely had time to catch his breath when Holly dragged him back by the scruff of his neck. “Don’t stop,” she wheezed, then kissed him with raw, demanding hunger. Tiny little moans escaped her lips, nearly pushing him over the edge.
    His cock strained to be free. He didn’t remember ever wanting a woman this badly, and yet, in spite of telling her he was sure a few moments ago, he knew he had to remain in control. Once again, he broke the kiss.
    He brushed his lips against her open mouth, across her cheeks and along her slender neck before tilting his head back.
    “Holly,” he sighed with regret. He pushed the few strands of hair that had come loose away from her face. Then he looked deep into her passion-filled eyes. “We have to stop.”
    Sadness and a look of confusion filled her eyes. “You don’t want me.”
    Kenny glanced at his lap. “Does it look like I don’t want you?”
    Holly dropped her gaze to his erection then boldly reached out to touch him.
    And he almost lost it. He sucked in a huge breath, praying for control while she ran her fingers up and down the length of him. Then, to stop her from going too far, he placed his hand over hers, holding it in place, but restraining her at the same time. “You don’t want me to embarrass myself, do you?”
    She met his eyes and gave him a wicked grin. The little witch. He took pleasure in seeing the bright flush that came over her face and neck. Lifting her hand away from his crotch, he kissed the palm of her hand.
    “Please make love to me, Kenny,” she begged in a near whisper.
    “Holly, we don’t have any protection.”
    “Oh, no,” she moaned, dropping her head into the hollow of his shoulder. Small puffs of warm breath escaped her lips and teased his neck.
    For what seemed like forever, they stayed locked in each other’s arms. Kenny could hear every breath she took as his heart took its good old time returning to a normal rhythm.
    “Remember how I told you my Yoga class had cured me from thinking sexual things?” she asked softly, breaking the silence.
    How could he forget? “Yeah, I remember.”
    “I lied to you.”
    “Is that so?”
    “Yes.” She paused for a moment, and ran a fingertip across his collar bone. “In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. I still think about making love with you morning, noon and night.” She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. “And if I don’t get some relief soon I’m liable to go cross-eyed.”
    He found her words touching as well as a huge turn-on. Okay, so maybe he couldn’t satisfy his own needs by burying himself deep inside her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do something to help her. The thought of pleasing her, sending her over the edge, and watching her come back to earth, was all that mattered at the moment. Nudging her away from him, he said, “Stand up, Holly.”
    Pausing briefly, she narrowed her eyes, then slowly stood and scraped her chair back a few feet.
    “Take off your clothes,” he said.
    Her eyes grew huge, but instead of protesting, her hands flew to the metal buckles and, with shaky fingers, she managed to undo them. The straps fell down over her breasts, and she shimmied the loose fitting denim over her waist and hips.
    She kicked her shoes off and stepped out of the overalls, leaving them to puddle on the hardwood floor. Her small hands went to the hem of her shirt next. Then she whipped it over her head, losing the elastic band at the same time.
    Her hair tumbled to her shoulders in a wave of riotous curls, and he pictured it fanned