by Cathryn Fox
HANDS ON #2
Publication Date: August 15, 2016
Genres: Adult, Serial, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Romance
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Synopsis: Body Contact is the second of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.
Asking pro football player Jack Rider to teach me everything he knows about sex might have seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m not so sure I can handle a guy like him. I thought he’d just straight up do me, ridding me of my pesky virginity sooner rather than later. But no, he had his own ideas about bringing me up to speed on sex. His two weeks of slow seduction might just be the death of me, but since he’s the one in charge, I have to play the game his way. Not that I’m not enjoying it. I am. Who wouldn’t, right? I guess I just can’t help but wonder how I’ll ever let another man touch me after him.
This is the second of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. BODY CONTACT is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment comes September 2016.
ARE YOU READY TO GET SCORCHED? READ WHERE IT ALL STARTED WITH HANDS ON, THE FIRST PART IN THE HANDS ON EROTIC SERIAL!
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Synopsis: Hands On is the first of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.
When hot as hell Danielle Lang showed up and asked me to teach her about sex, I thought I was hallucinating. Turns out the beautiful psychologist needed an extra bit of schooling in all things sexual so she could teach a class.
I’m always up for helping a friend. I mean, it’s the least I can do. What I wasn’t expecting is for her to turn the tables and teach me a few things. Only this short-term promise of two weeks in her bed is going by a little too quickly. Not that I’m thinking forever or anything.
I’ve got a football career to get back to. And she doesn’t want to be a part of my world. There’s no way we can be together—so I’m going to make sure I enjoy every sexy second….
This is the first of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. HANDS ON is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment, Body Contact, will be published August 2016.
My Review of Hands On
4 Sexy A** Stars! 🌟🌟🌟🌟
*I received an ARC copy of this book in exchange for my honest review*
This story is super Hot! I loved the storyline and the characters. There’s just something about a hot man that seems unattainable, wanting the natural, smart, somewhat nerdy girl that I love. And teaching her about sex! Yes! Please! He has a dominant side too. I’m totally into this series. I only wish this was one book, but I’m just grateful I have all the series. It would drive me crazy otherwise because Hands On leaves you wanting Body Contact ASAP! I’m reading Body Contact now and it’s just getting better folks.
Here are some super sexy Excerpts!
BODY CONTACT (Part 2 of 3 in the HANDS ON serial)
By: Cathryn Fox
“Hey,” he murmured, determined to put her at ease, to let her know that what they’d done last night was normal and nothing to be ashamed of. “How do you feel today?”
“Last night was amazing.” He stepped closer and her scent swirled around him. “You’re amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, her uncertainty ebbing away as she relaxed into him.
“How was your day?”
“Busy. I did a bit of prep work for the course, and met Violet for lunch.”
Ah, Violet, the best friend who’d put her up to asking him for sexual help. “Sounds like a good day.”
Danielle held her hands together, her fingers steepled. “I hate to get too ahead of myself, but we drew up plans for my future clinic.”
Shit. His gut clenched, but he wasn’t about to burst her bubble. Then again, the house hadn’t sold yet.
“How was your day?” She frowned and looked downward. “How’s your leg feeling?”
It should have surprised him that she cared enough to ask, but for some reason, it didn’t. She was sweet, with a genuinely caring nature. “Tough therapy class this morning.”
Real concern moved over her face. “Are you okay? Come in and sit.”
He shook his head. “I’m okay, and we’re going out.”
Wanting to keep everything open and honest between them, he said, “The BDSM club I mentioned last night.”
She stiffened, her eyes wide. “Really?”
He cupped the back of her neck and stroked her nape. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave your side. There is nothing you have to do if you don’t want. Grayson’s is a safe place to experiment, to let go and feel. Isn’t that what this two weeks is all about?”
“I thought you might like to watch, see what goes on. It’ll be an education, of sorts. And you did seem interested in the club when I mentioned it.”
She straightened her shoulders, a new steadfastness about her. “I am interested. I want to go.” A small smile touched her mouth, and she looked over her shoulder to the empty box sitting on her coffee table. Where did she stash the ropes I’d sent her last night? She coiled her hair around her finger, a sexy move that always hardened his cock. “Should I bring the ropes?”
Growling, he pulled her hand from her hair, and her eyes widened in innocence. But she knew what she was doing to him. “Keep it up and we won’t get out of here.”
“So that’s a no to bringing the rope?”
He laughed. “That’s a no.” His gaze moved over her face, taking in the pink flush. He moved closer, pushing a knee between her legs. “They’re for here, for sometime later, when I tie you up and have my way with you.”
“Oh.” She exhaled slowly, then pushed her glasses up. Her glance flickered over his collared shirt and jeans. “What, ah…what should I wear to the club?” she asked, sounding a bit breathless.
He backed up and took in her frayed shorts a second time, and the T-shirt tucked into the waistband. “You look fine to me.”
“I feel a little underdressed. I think I’ll pull on a pair of jeans, and change my top.” She took her glasses off. “I’m going to put my contacts in, too.”
“Okay.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him as she darted down the hall. He resisted the urge to follow and watch her change, but consoled himself with the knowledge that he’d be the one undressing her later. His cock throbbed in anticipation.
She emerged, looking sexy in her skinny jeans and lacy light blue top that brought out the color in her eyes. He spent a long moment looking at her, admiring her innocent sensuality. His thoughts careered in an erotic direction, but he marshaled his cock. Tonight was about her, not him.
“What?” she asked.
His gaze lifted to hers and he smiled. “You look beautiful,” he said. Then he frowned, a sudden pang of jealousy hitting him like a jagged knife to his gut. “The guys at the club are going to love you.”
She stepped up to him, a smile playing on her mouth. One slender finger poked into his chest. “But I’m with you. You made it pretty clear that you own me for the next two weeks, so I’m sure no one will bother me.” Her small chuckle curled around him. “Not if they know what’s good for them.”
“Don’t worry, Danielle.” He dipped his head, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. “I’m going to take really good care of you.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I can’t ask that. You’re already doing enough for me, and I haven’t really done anything to pay you back. That doesn’t rest well with me.”
The fact that she never wanted to accept his help only intrigued him more. She was definitely different from other women he’d known. He smiled and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Tonight, you will. After all, I’ll likely be teaching you about giving a blow job. Believe me, I’ll be the one getting something out of it.” He pushed his thumb between her lips, parting them slightly. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about. Well, that and burying my mouth between your legs again. You liked that, right?” he asked, even though he knew she did. He just wanted her to think about it again, remember the pleasure he could give her.
She flushed and drew his thumb into her mouth. She sucked, her tongue swirling as her wet heat closed around him, and he damn near fucking lost it.
“Jesus, Danielle,” he said, ready to drag her to the grass, thrust inside her, and ravish the fucking hell out of her. Everything about her seduced his senses and made him forget he wanted to take things slow. Across the street, a group of women pushing strollers walked by, a few watching them with curious eyes. Did she enjoy having an audience? After their trip to the BDSM club, had she found pleasure in that kink? “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
She let go of his thumb. “Practicing.”
“I think you’ve got it.”
“Really.” Her eyes lit with innocent sensuality. “I’ve been reading about it, and last night, I tried it out.”
His cock nearly burst through his zipper. “You did? How? On what?” he asked, his muscles stiffening.
“I watched a bit of porn.” She swayed slightly, her slim hips brushing over him. “And I had this Popsicle…”
And he thought she was an innocent? No fucking way. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
He walked up to her. “First things first. I think you’re overdressed.”
She looked down. “What do my clothes have to do with anything?”
He grabbed her hand and hauled her up. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket and swiped his finger across the screen. Her eyes went wide.
“You’re texting? Now?”
He turned on some tunes, keeping the volume low, and she stared at him, curiosity dancing in her big eyes. “You see,” he instructed, “most blow jobs start with a striptease.” He placed his phone on the nightstand and sat on the bed to watch.
She laughed and planted her hand on her hip. “You’re full of it.”
“Is that any way to talk to your teacher?”
“It is when you’re trying to trick me into stripping for you.”
“You’ve never done this before, right? So how can you say I’m lying?”
“Because I’m not an idiot.”
“Far from it,” he said, trying to keep from grinning.
“I could call Violet,” she contested.
“Or you could just strip,” he challenged right back. “Let me see your pussy.”
A pink flush raced up her neck. She stared at him for a long moment, then something in her relaxed. “Okay.” She grabbed the hem of her dress, and he nearly bit off his tongue. “But don’t think you’re getting off that easy. You’ll pay for this.”
He chuckled. “First, I’m pretty sure I will get off pretty easy, and second, I look forward to the payback.”
She rolled her eyes and tugged on her dress.
“Slowly,” he instructed, settling himself deeper into the mattress.
She moved her hips to the beat and dragged her dress up her thighs. He growled, his cock aching in his jeans. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea, after all. Maybe he should have skipped the foreplay and let her put that sweet mouth of hers on him, once and for all.
Her dress lifted higher, showcasing sexy black panties he planned to rip from her hips. It triggered a craving unlike anything he’d ever felt before. The silky smoothness of her stomach beckoned his touch, and he sucked in a quick breath. She just might be the death of him.
ABOUT CATHRYN FOX
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.