Forbidden Valentine: A Forbidden Novel (11 page)

“Stop!” she complained, pulling her knees back and trying to roll away. He rose up, pinning her with his body. She threw her arm over her eyes to shield herself from his prying gaze. “God, this is so embarrassing.”

“Orgasms are something to be celebrated, not embarrassed by. Do you know how many women have never experienced what you just did?”

Of course not. How could she? But she did remember Brit once complaining about men who couldn’t deliver in bed. She called them selfish pigs and said that’s why she preferred to take care of business herself. At least that was one area of sex that Dani had extensive knowledge in, but with the way Ransom strummed her body with such knowledge and precision of a seasoned violinist, she might never need the help of old B.O.B. again.

But there was still one thing she hadn’t tried.

Dodging his question, Dani decided that, in the interest of learning, she had another question that needed to be addressed. “You know what else I’ve never done?”

“Besides multi-orgasming?”

Suddenly feeling giddy, Dani hooked her ankle around his calf and pushed against his shoulder. Taking the hint, Ransom rolled onto his back easily, taking her with him. With their positions reversed, Dani sat astride his hips, her fingers dancing across his chest and abs. She dazzled him with her version of one of his devilish grins. “A blowjob.”

Ransom nearly choked on his own saliva. “You’ve never—but how—no, wait, I don’t care. Jesus, you really are the perfect woman.”

She laughed, empowered by his spirited candor. “I wouldn’t go that far. I’ve never really been interested in doing that for anyone, but…” And here was where she had to dig deep. “But I enjoyed what you did to me, so I’d like to return the favor if you’ll let me.”

“Baby, I would fucking love to teach you how to go down on me,” he fairly shouted. Grabbing her upper arms, he yanked her down on top of him and planted a hungry kiss on her lips. Eyes dancing with anticipation, he said, “Why don’t you show me what you do know, and we’ll go from there.”

“You mean you want me to just start? No instructions?”

“This sort of thing doesn’t exactly come with a manual,” he teased. “Half the battle has already been won. I’m hard as a rock.” He lifted his chin, and she looked over her shoulder seeing that he was, indeed, ready to rock.

Oh boy.
Well, once he figured out that what she knew of giving a blowjob could fit in a thimble, he just might rethink his strategy.

THIRTEEN

HOLY CHRIST, HE’D NEVER would have guessed that such a simple thing—a blowjob—could be so thoroughly decimated. And so fast too.

“Honey, no. Just…stop. Take a breath.” With as gentle hands as possible, Ransom took Dani’s face between his palms and removed her from his shrinking shaft.

Wide, worry-filled eyes stared up at him. “Did I do it wrong? I did it wrong, didn’t I? See, I told you I was no good at this.”

“No, that’s not it.” That was totally it. “I just…” He scraped his brain for something feasible that wouldn’t result in hurt feelings. “I’m not feeling well all of a sudden.” He swallowed thickly, making a show of it.

Touching his face, her concerned deepened. “You are a little flushed. Do you want me to get you a glass of water?”

“Could you?”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” She bounced off the bed and hurried from the room.

Ransom waited a heartbeat to make sure she was gone, then popped upright, grabbing his cock and inspecting it for damage. Had she caught him with her tooth? Whatever she’d done, it didn’t feel right at all. Similar to a toothache. Everything looked good, though, if not a little red from her ambitious drive to serve him.

He had to love the woman though. She certainly put her all into it, even if she clearly had no clue what the hell she was doing. He should have listened to her when she told him as much. But, in his defense, he thought the whole thing was pretty foolproof. Just some sucking and tugging, right? Apparently, not.

She would definitely need to be schooled in the finer arts of giving head. Ransom was assessing the damage to see if he was in any condition to continue, when Dani reentered the room.

Caught, literally, with his dick in his hands, her steps faltered and she stopped in the middle of the room, glass in hand, staring at him.

Like a deer caught in headlights, Ransom turned into a stuttering fool. “I-I-was…getting it ready for you?”

Anger and humiliation colored her face a bright shade of red. “You’re lying! Am I really that bad that you have to find an excuse for me to leave so you can jerk off?” He reached for her, but she backed up, eluding him. “I feel like such a fool.”

Tears welled in her eyes and Ransom’s heart wrenched. Climbing out of the bed, he took her wrist and forced her to step up to him before she decided to run away. Cupping the back of her head, he pressed her moist cheek to his bare chest. “I’m the fool. I should have listened when you said you were inexperienced. I just didn’t think...”

“What? You didn’t think I would suck so bad?”

“Exactly.”

Everything went deathly silent, and for a moment, Ransom thought he’d really stuck his foot in his mouth, but then she surprised him.

A slow, steady shaking of her shoulders alerted him to the shift in her mood, but what could have been mistaken for crying turned out to be an acute case of the giggles. Relieved that she wasn’t upset with him, Ransom joined in, roaring with laughter, his relief palpable.

As their laughter subsided, Dani pulled back. Afraid of what she might do or say next, Ransom didn’t let her get far. Tugging her back in, he brushed the wet tracks from her cheeks, his stomach falling all over again at the sight of them.

“I’m sorry I made you cry. I never in my life want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” she assured him, ducking to hide her face and finish the job. “I just overreacted. It’s a habit of mine. Hopefully, you’ll stick around long enough to get used to it.”

“Where else would I possibly be.” Curling an arm around her waist, Ransom guided her back to the bed, urged her under the covers with a palm on her lush ass, and climbed in behind her. Facing away from him, Ransom conformed to her shape, nestling his face into the crook of her neck while the rest of him got up close and tight. Kissing her cheek, her shoulder, and finally her hair, he settled into the down-filled pillow.

“Are you still staying then?”

“That’s the idea. Do you mind?”

Her head moved, her long, golden hair rustling over the fabric of the pillowcase. “I like this too much for you to leave.”

“Good, me too.” Lying there together, cocooned in warmth, Ransom began to feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. He yawned, squeezed her tight.

“It’s getting late. Guess we should go to bed, huh?”

“Work calls,” he answered, knowing they both had an early morning and long day ahead.

After setting the alarm clock, they wished each other sweet dreams and were out cold in a matter of minutes.

***

“OH, MY JESUS LORD in heaven!”

Dani shot awake as if she’d been electrocuted at the high-pitched squawk of her mother’s voice inside her bedroom. Ransom wasn’t far behind. Standing in the doorway in her couture powder pink sweater and tailored blue jeans with her hand over her heart and clutching a strand of shiny black pearls, her mother was fit to be tied.

“Daniella May, what in the world are you doing with a man in your bed?” she shouted in dismay.

“Mother!” Dani cried, clutching the blankets to cover her nakedness. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“Well, this is uncomfortable,” Ransom muttered, adjusting the sheet to make sure all the important bits were hidden.

“It’s Thursday,” her mother said as if that should explain everything.

It took Dani a second to catch up, and then she groaned, dropping her face into her hands. “Breakfast, right.” Earlier in the week, her mother had informed her that she’d be attending a soirée as she called it, and Dani had promised to take the morning off to go shopping with her and help her find a suitable dress. “You’re”—she glanced over at the clock—“over an hour early.”

“The sales start at nine. Everyone knows you need to be there when the doors open if you don’t want to miss out on the best deals.”

Slanting Ransom a look, Dani gave him an apologetic frown. Surprisingly, he reached over and rubbed her back as if telling her that he understood. Hell, maybe he did. Seraphim did seem a bit…headstrong. She knew how trying it could be to deal with mulish personalities.

Narrowing her eyes at her mother and hoping she could see just how annoyed she was with her blatant disregard for privacy, Dani said, “Well, I suppose since you’ve already been well-acquainted with his body…Mother, this is my boyfriend, Ransom Scott.”

Man, that felt good to say,
she thought wistfully.  

Turning her nose up, she avoided Ransom’s gaze. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but under the circumstances, I’m afraid I’m a little traumatized at the moment.”

“I’m sure given time you’ll have built up enough mental scarring to forget it,” Dani dead panned. “Ransom, this is my overly dramatic, ingénue of a mother, Teresa.”

He shot her a disbelieving smile that no doubt echoed her thoughts. Many times over the years, she’d teasingly referred to her mother as Mother Teresa, and judging by how well she played the part of the saintly maiden, she believed it, too.

“It’s nice to meet you, Teresa. I’m sorry you had to meet me in such a state of undress. Had I known you were coming over, I would have made sure to be properly clothed.”

“Well, it’s not as if you have anything to be ashamed of.”

“Mom!”

Ransom’s eyes widened a fraction. He cleared his throat. “On that note, I think I’ll go get dressed.”

He waited, and Dani looked to her mother, lifting her eyebrows.

“Oh, yes. I’ll just be in the kitchen. Would you like some coffee, Mr. Scott?”

“That would be nice, thank you.”

“Then I’ll start a pot.”

Dani could hardly contain her humiliation. As soon as her mother was gone, she snatched up a pillow and buried her face in it, screaming until her throat was raw.

“I never should have given her a key. I can’t believe her. She has no shame.” She looked up at Ransom, her brows pinching together. “I’m so sorry for that. There’s just no controlling her.”

“It’s perfectly fine,” he allowed. “I understand all too well about the plight of meddling mothers. At least you know she cares.”

“Well, she has a terrible way of showing it. I’m so embarrassed.”

“That makes two of us, but what’s done is done. Look at it this way, at least she didn’t faint.”

Dani laughed, although nothing about what he’d said was funny. “I wouldn’t put it past her. She’d a total diva.”

“Well, I think she seems nice, and I’m sure she means well.” He kissed her temple. “Let it go and come grab a shower with me.”

Taking his hand, she let him pull her from the bed. “Just don’t forget to lock the door, otherwise we’ll probably find her pulling back the curtain to ask if we want breakfast to go with our coffee.”

“If she cooks half as well as my mom, I could forgive that.”

Dani rolled her eyes, knowing he would. But as her mother had so aptly pointed out, he really had nothing to be ashamed of. Her gaze lowered to his tight apple butt, enjoying the view as the taught muscles flexed with each step, thinking there was another part of his body she’d neglected to sample.

***

“…HUNGRY? I’M MAKING BUTTERMILK pancakes.”

“Unbelievable,” Dani muttered against Ransom’s questing mouth.

He chuckled as he slid deeper into her body. “Good thing you locked the door.”

“No kidding. Ah, Ransom, there,” she gasped when he hit a particularly sensitive part. “That’s so good.”

“Is anyone going to answer me?”
Knockknockknock.
“What are you two doing in there anyway?”

“Oh, my God,” Dani groaned, partly because of her mother’s persistence and partly because Ransom was too damn good at what he was doing. She was so glad at least one of them had experience, because she couldn’t imagine if both of them were fumbling newbs like her. It would be a total disaster.

“Are you having
sex
? In the
shower
?”

“Gotta hand it to her,” Ransom said, pushing her up higher on the wall, “she’s not easily deterred.”

“She’s a menace to orgasms. Good…Lord, don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“All right, if someone doesn’t answer me right this minute, I’m going to assume something is wrong and call the fire department.”

“Go away, Mom!”

Ransom nipped at the side of her neck, distracting her as best he could, and he had the kind of skill that Dani could almost pretend her mother wasn’t standing on the other side of the bathroom door, able to hear everything they were doing.

“Ignore her. Focus on me, on us,” Ransom demanded, pounding into her harder and faster, enticing her body to the edge with a promise of ultimate bliss. “You’re going to come all over my cock, Dani, and then I’m going to come all over you—your stomach, thighs, clit. Everywhere.”

Oh, God. She could picture it, and the idea of his seed on her body was all she needed to reach her zenith and free-fall into oblivion.

Unfortunately for her mother, Dani was a screamer, and caught in the throes of passion, there was no holding back. She succumbed to her primal instincts in a beautiful rush that Ransom rewarded with deep, soul-dredging thrusts. Capturing her mouth, he swallowed her impassioned cries as his own body tensed, preparing to answer the call.

Dani held on tight to his shoulders, her legs a vice around his hips and he continued to move, chasing that ethereal paradise.

But then something happened. She wasn’t sure what, but as Ransom slowed and his movements became jerky and eventually stilled, she knew something was wrong.

“Something’s…wrong,” Ransom said, the apprehension in his voice worrying her.

“What do you mean?” she asked cautiously, meeting his uneasy gaze. Her stomach pinched, wondering what could possibly have him reacting this way.

“I—I think I’m…stuck.” As if to demonstrate, he gave an experimental draw of his hips, and for the first time, she felt the disturbing fullness tug at her inner walls.

“Stuck?” she cried out, panic assaulting her. “Get it out!” Shoving at his shoulders, she attempted to drop her legs to the stall floor, but he held on tight to her thighs, forcing her to stay with him. What a time to realize that she was claustrophobic. Dani was so terrified, she was torn between wanting to cry and laugh.

“Don’t panic,” Ransom commanded, his voice level and calm. “I’ve heard of this happening before. It’s rare, but it’s not permanent.” Brushing her wet hair off her inflamed cheeks, he kissed her mouth and held her fearful gaze. “All we have to do is give our bodies time to calm down, okay?”

“I don’t think I can calm down. I’m freaking out.” What if they were stuck like this forever? In a fantasy world, maybe she could handle being locked together with him for eternity, but she had a job and a life. She couldn’t very well spend her days towing a naked man around with his penis lodged inside her. How would she explain that at the quarterly meetings? She’d have to telecommute!

“Think of something else. Like baseball.”