Hot as Hell by Unknown

holding back, reining
    himself in… because she was born with blue blood?
    As she opened her mouth to set him straight, he spoke—
    “So… if you don’t want me, don’t want this”—he indicated his ferociously aroused cock pushing
    against his boxers—“plus all the history and baggage that comes with me, tell me now. Because, little
    cat—” With less than steady fingers, Sam tenderly smoothed hair off her face and tucked it behind her
    ear. “Once I have you, I’m never gonna let you go.”
    Men… so bleeding blind at times.
    “Not want you?” Dawn rose to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. “What a…”
    She kissed his forehead. “…load of…” Trailing a hand over his shoulder, she felt the tense muscles relax
    as she petted him and peppered kisses over his face. “…rubbish.”
    “It’s not rubbish, it’s the truth,” he growled as he pulled her nakedness flush against his tightly
    muscled body. “I’m not like the sophisticated men you’re used to. Your family would be appalled if you
    took me home.”
    “My family will adore you.” She nipped his lower lip, then licked it. “And for your information,
    I’ve searched for a real man—one exactly like you … one like my father who also turned his back on
    his past and became his own man—for the longest time. I don’t want some wanker like Lloyd with his
    sense of entitlement.”
    Sam pulled away from her and stared into her eyes. He was reading her again.
    Mere seconds later, he shook his head and muttered, “Sweet Jesus, you really mean it.” Then he
    pulled her flush against him and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, conquering her mouth,
    claiming every inch.
    This man was an unexpected gift from the gods. One she’d never thought to receive, but that
    she’d gratefully accept for as long as fate allowed.
    Moaning into his ravening kiss, she clutched his shoulders and rubbed her naked breasts
    against his chest. Her nipples pebbled to sharp points as her nipple rings snagged on his chest hair.
    When his stiff cock poked her abdomen, her pussy reacted, clenching on a terrible, aching emptiness.
    “Off.” She tugged at the waistband of his boxers.
    “Bossy, little cat.” Laughing, he stepped back and dropped his boxer-briefs, then stood
    motionless, gloriously naked and highly aroused.
    “Um—” She swallowed hard.
    Hell, she’d known his cock was large—after all, his underwear had outlined his cock nicely—but
    seeing his hard-on in all its magnificence brought home just how big and thick he really was.
    “Will that even fit?” she squeaked out.
    He stepped closer, moving slowly as if he were afraid she’d bolt, and then rubbed his hands up
    and down her arms. “Yes… eventually.”
    She trembled under his gentle touch.
    “I know,” she said. Under his patient, affectionate gaze, she took several deep breaths, then
    licked suddenly dry lips. “I want this”—she ran a finger along the length of his stiff shaft, the blue veins
    standing out in stark relief—“in me, but—”
    “But only after you’re ready for me.” He lowered her to lie on her back on the bed. “That’s my
    job. Multiple orgasms should help.”
    She swallowed hard. Multiple orgasms? She’d never had more than one orgasm in any of her
    sexual encounters. She’d thought they were an urban legend.
    “My body’s ready.” She looked up and found he wore a loving, but slightly amused expression.
    “I’ve been aching and wet since you ripped my bathing suit off. It’s my brain that’s sending out warning
    signals about mathematical impossibilities.”
    “Funny girl. We’ll fit.” He covered her body with his, keeping his weight off her by propping
    himself on his forearms.
    She sighed at the heat radiating off him. He was like a living, breathing blanket. Wonderful.
    “That swimsuit was sinful temptation.” His voice was low and rumbly like the harsh purr of a
    jungle cat. “The kind of wicked