Hot and Sexy (Some Like It Hot 1)

He shuddered at her candid declaration, yet his gaze clouded over with shades of regret. “God, I want that, too, but I didn’t plan my trip thinking I’d need condoms for any reason and I can’t and won’t risk getting you pregnant.”

“I’m on the pill,” she said, and seeing the curiosity etching his features, she attempted to explain. “My doctor put me on it a few years ago because stress and anxiety screwed up my hormones and menstrual cycle. It keeps me regular. As for other concerns, it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a relationship and I’m clean.”

He smiled and his shoulders relaxed in relief. “Same here, as of my last physical, and I haven’t been with anyone else since.” He eased up to his knees beside her, then hesitated. “Just so long as you’re sure about this.”

“I am.” Certainty rang clear in her voice. “And since you’re the one who got me into this tangled mess in the first place,” she said, indicating the jeans still caught around her knees, “I’m gonna let you take off the rest of my clothes.”

He did so, quickly and easily, sweeping denim and silk down her long legs and tossing the garments aside. And moments later, she was lying completely naked on the flannel blanket, with him kneeling between her open, up-drawn legs. His gaze took in every bare, sprawled inch of her, lower and lower until he came to a stop at the most intimate part of her. His chest heaved with labored breaths, and the hungry need she saw reflected on his face made her tummy flutter.

His visual caress was just as arousing as a physical one, making her body tingle with renewed cravings. Yet she felt more than a little vulnerable with him still with his pants on. “Dean, I’m about at the end of my self-control.”

A sinful grin claimed his lips. “Good, because that’s exactly where I want you.” Quicker than she could anticipate, he hooked her legs over his strong arms to keep them apart, lowered his head, and took her intimately with his mouth.

She inhaled a swift, startled breath, and her back arched as sharp, intense pleasure blazed through her. There was nothing slow or leisurely about this seduction. His mouth was hot and ruthless, his tongue insistent and aggressive, allowing no inhibitions, no retreat. He demanded her surrender a second time, and she gave it to him, her climax hitting so hard and fast that she screamed from the sheer force of it buffeting through her body.

He reared back and quickly, urgently, unfastened his jeans, the skin across his chest damp with perspiration and his muscles flexing with every brisk movement. “I can’t wait any longer. I have to have you.” He shoved his jeans and briefs down his thighs and off, releasing his thick, straining cock and letting her see him for the first time fully naked and stunningly aroused.

A tiny thrill shot through her. He was just as magnificently built as she imagined when she’d glimpsed him in the shower the night before. Instead of coming over her in a standard missionary position, he hooked his fingers behind her knees and dragged her closer to him as his own bent legs widened on either side of her hips. He draped her thighs over his, leaned forward, and rubbed the head of his shaft along the sensitive folds of her pussy, sharing slick moisture before entering her an agonizing inch…then stopping.

A strangled sound of distress caught in her throat and her fingers clutched the blankets at her sides. She glanced up at him to beg and plead to end the torment, but the fierce emotions glimmering in his eyes threw her off kilter.

“Dean?” she rasped, wondering if he’d changed his mind. Wondering, too, if they’d gone further than either of them had ever intended. The thought scared her for all it implied—an emotional entanglement she was in no way ready for.

“I want you, Jo Sommers. All of you,” he said, his voice a low, husky murmur threaded with a possessive note. “Are you ready for that? Are you ready for me?”

She shivered, deciphering the true significance behind his questions—and knew he didn’t mean sexually ready so much as was she prepared for him to storm her defenses. Right now, at this moment, she was ready for this, and accepted the answer to make it happen.

“Yes,” she whispered, and slid a hand between her thighs to caress the tips of her fingers along the pulsing length nestled halfway within her, making her ache and swell and throb all over again. “I’m ready.”

Seemingly satisfied with her response, he drove solidly into her, filling her completely. Their moans of mutual pleasure mingled with another rumble of thunder overhead, with

the hard-driving rain that once again pelted the truck. He barely gave her time to adjust to the luxury of that first stroke before he moved over her, using his muscular thighs to push her legs farther apart and tilt her hips for a deeper, more intense penetration that made her gasp at the unexpected force.

Eyes glittering with heat, he slipped his hands under her arms, smoothed his palms up her back, and curled his fingers over her shoulders to lock them even tighter. The position made her realize she was well and truly pinned beneath him—face-to-face, breasts crushed to his chest, and her legs wrapped high around his waist—but in a way that was new and different, so exciting, and incredibly erotic.

“You feel so damn good,” he growled, his jaw clenched in obvious restraint. “And as much as I’d like to, I can’t hold off much longer.”

She glided her hands down his lean, tightly muscled back, all the way to his toned ass. “Then don’t,” she said, urging him to let go.

With a savage groan he slanted his mouth over hers, stealing her breath the same time he shoved forward with unbridled, jolting purpose. His entire body shuddered with the strength and impact of his thrusts, and she urged him further, higher, harder, unerringly matching his rhythm and stoking the flames of desire burning between them.

Their coupling was raw, earthy, and just as untamed as the storm swirling and raging outside of the vehicle. It was just the kind of frenzied joining she wanted. Just what he apparently needed.

Amazingly, she felt that wondrous climb begin again, building to a crescendo that had her writhing beneath him and moaning desperately as her orgasm slammed into her. He tossed his head back, his hips pumping, grinding, her name a hoarse cry on his lips as he fell over the precipice and came with her.

And this time, as they shared the explosion of heat and lightning and keen sensation, Jo feared that she’d not only given this generous man her body, but a piece of her heart and soul as well.

CHAPTER NINE

In another few minutes, he’d wake up Jo. But for now, with her warm, naked body curled in front of his, the flannel blanket thrown haphazardly over both of their waists and the rain having ebbed to a light drizzle, Dean luxuriated in the satisfaction and contentment settling deep within him. The kind of mind and body relaxation that came in the aftermath of an incredible, mind-blowing release.

Undeniably, the sex had been amazing—hot, steamy and consuming—with him and Jo so in sync that it was as though they’d been lovers for years. Yet beyond the fantastic orgasm that had been the culmination of all their erotic foreplay, something more intimate had flared between them, especially toward the end—an emotional connection he’d felt, and one she seemed to struggle against. A caring yet passionate kind of bond he’d been without for all these years and hadn’t known had been missing from his life until this woman had seized him—in more ways than one.

Closing his eyes, he buried his face in her hair, loose and flowing over the duffel they shared for a pillow. He inhaled the arousing scent of sated desire, sweet melon, and the rain that had drenched them earlier. The arm he’d draped over her waist tightened possessively, and he realized that this perfect moment of tranquility and companionship with Jo was a stark reminder of all the things he’d sacrificed to keep his father’s company solvent—the comfort of having a woman in his life, and a future with a wife and family.

He’d always wanted both, so certain that his own life would be so different from that of his parents. But from the day his fiancée had walked out on him, he’d known that he couldn’t risk doing to a wife and children what his own father had done to him and his mother—put them second to his company. Ultimately, he hadn’t trusted himself enough to believe he could be any different than his old man when forced to choose between an important business decision or a promise he’d given to a family waiting for him at home.

Avoiding a long-term commitment with a woman had been easy enough to accomplish over the years. Not only did he not have the extra time to pursue a relationship, but no woman, including Lora, had ever piqued his interest the way Jo had. With all her complexities, intriguing inner depths, and candid sensuality, she made him want to take the kind of chances he’d evaded for too long. She made him more determined to put his wants and needs first, above and beyond his dedication to a business he’d taken over out of family obligation, rather than any personal attachment or interest.