Hot and Heavy (Some Like It Hot 2)

nger automatically jump to conclusions as far as I’m concerned.” Still on her knees before him, she held his gaze as her hands skimmed lower, over his taut belly, and was gratified when he didn’t try to stop her slow caress this time. “And here’s another fact for you, Cole Sommers. There’s no way you can take advantage of me when I’m a willing participant.”

He opened his mouth to reply, and she pressed her fingers over his lips, shaking her head. “No more excuses,” she said quickly, unwilling to give him the opportunity to reject her. Yanking his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, she worked it up and over his head, relieved when he lifted his arms to help her instead of putting up a struggle.

His resistance toward her seemed to be fading, and she seized the opportunity to secure his acquiescence. “I know you want this as much as I do. Maybe more,” she added seductively, and trailed the tip of her finger along the erection that was ample proof of his desire. Heat radiated off him, singeing her fingers. “Am I right?”

His gaze darkened like midnight, and his mouth twisted with a smile that reflected wry humor and unmistakable arousal. “How can I deny the obvious?” he rasped. “The evidence you’ve discovered speaks for itself.”

Taking his comment for the permission she sought, and reveling in the power that was momentarily hers, she proceeded to carefully drag the zipper of his pants all the way down, anxious to free him to her avid gaze, her eager touch. Much to her surprise he didn’t stop her when she pushed his boxer briefs lower and took the hard, throbbing length of his cock in her hand.

He sucked in a deep breath and his hips bucked as she stroked experimentally. Awed by the impressive size of him, spellbound by the hot, velvety texture of his rigid flesh, she slid her thumb over the drop of fluid seeping from the tip. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw locked, and she watched in fascination as the muscles in his abdomen flexed and rippled.

Sharp awareness and acute need flared in her belly like a ball of fire and spread through her bloodstream, eliciting a slick, erotic warmth between her thighs. She looked up at his face, flushed with aroused color, his gaze heavy-lidded with unbridled lust and a primal need she wanted to satisfy.

“I’ve…I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, admitting the truth. “Tell me what to do. Tell me what you like.”

She’d never been so sexually aggressive and straightforward with a man, but there was so much at stake for her. More than just giving her body to Cole, her heart and emotions were involved as well, and she wasn’t going to let this chance to know him so intimately slip through her grasp. And, luckily, he was willing to accommodate her request.

He brought her hand to his mouth and licked her palm and fingers, thoroughly dampening her skin. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, he guided her hand slowly, firmly, up the length of his shaft, then down again.

He taught her exactly what he liked, told her with a low groan how much he enjoyed her slick touch. She picked up his rhythm quickly, completely enthralled at the way his erection pumped through her tight fist, pulsating, growing impossibly longer, harder, with each stroke.

His hand abandoned hers and he braced his palms on the mattress and leaned back, offering himself up to her. She blatantly looked her fill of his naked body, brushed her thumb over the smooth, broad tip of his shaft again, and he shuddered in response.

Knowing she might never get another opportunity to indulge in her own personal fantasies, she raised up on her knees, shifted between his thighs, and skimmed her soft, seeking lips along his chest, scattering moist, open-mouthed kisses on his heated flesh. She found a taut nipple and licked, and he gave a rough sound of pleasure that encouraged her to explore further. Working her way lower, she nibbled her way down to his taut abdomen, inhaling his incredible scent and relishing the saltiness of his skin.

She licked her bottom lip, the male flavor of him making her crave to taste him elsewhere. His entire body tensed when she lowered her head once more and daringly lapped her tongue over the head of his cock.

He trembled with restraint, and his noble resistance was the last thing she wanted from him. She met his gaze, her own body growing damp with gathering expectation. “Tell me what to do, Cole.”

He gently touched the back of her head, pressing her closer. “Take me in your mouth,” he said, his low voice tinged with a thread of desperation. “As much and as deep as you can.”

She parted her lips and drew him in, using her tongue to stroke, lick, and swirl along his length. His hands threaded through her hair, and his fingers massaged the back of her scalp, gently urging her to take more of him each time.

Wanting to experience everything he had to offer, she took him deeper. His hips moved in sinuous gyrations, and then she sucked, letting instincts and a wild need to devour him, all of him, drive her.

He groaned like a dying man, and long before she was ready to quit he gently pulled her mouth away from him. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, and she wasted no time in tugging his pants and underwear down his legs and tossing them aside. When he was magnificently naked, she reached out to touch him again, but he quickly intercepted her move by grabbing her beneath the arms and hauling her up onto his big bed.

Sprawled in the middle of his comforter, she came up on her elbows and found him standing by the edge of the mattress by her feet, a possessive, primal look in his eyes that made her shiver with delight. “I’m feeling a bit overdressed.”

He flashed a smile, as tempting as sin itself. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I plan to take care of that little problem.”

Slipping a shoe off her foot, he ran the pad of his thumb down her sole, making her toes curl and a rumbling purr escape her throat. He repeated the process with her other foot, then crawled over her like a predatory jungle cat claiming his mate. Straddling her hips, he locked his knees against her waist. He was careful to keep his full weight off of her, but the decadent sensation of being pinned beneath him, a captive to any and every wicked predilection he might have, made her feel light-headed and sensually charged.

He bent over her, nuzzling her neck with his lips as his long, strong fingers slipped beneath the thin straps of her dress and slowly, gradually, pulled them down her arms, tormenting her every inch of the way. He kissed her exposed flesh, and her breath caught when his tongue dipped between her breasts then up and over the soft, aching swells straining at the bodice.

Unable to stand any more of his teasing, she placed her hands over his and tugged the dress lower, freeing her breasts to the cool air in the room. Her skin drew tight and goose bumps rose on her flesh. Trapping his face between her palms, she guided his lips to her nipple. He latched onto the hardened crest, his teeth scraping deliciously, his tongue swirling, his mouth tugging, pulling and suckling the engorged tip.

She writhed beneath him and cried out, and he continued to drive her steadily into that feverish realm where nothing existed but pleasure and hot, clawing need. Just when she felt as though she was about to come apart, he slid lower and proceeded to peel the clingy fabric from her body, his lips and soft tongue continuing a downward journey over her belly, around her navel, and along her hip, making her breathless with anticipation.

He stripped the dress from her body and hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band of her underwear to render her completely bare. Struck by a moment of modesty, she grabbed his wrist to stop him. Once he removed her panties she’d be at her most vulnerable, with nowhere to hide her body’s response to him.

His dark face wavered before her, his eyes hot and fierce, and she felt scorched by the intensity burning between them. “You started this,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion and a need that equaled her own. “I want to taste you, too. All of you.”

He easily could have shaken off her grasp and done as he pleased, yet he waited for her to make the decision to trust him. And she did, unconditionally. Knowing that, it was incredibly easy to release his hand, let him remove the last article of clothing between them, and allow him free access to her heart, body, and soul.

Gently parting her legs, he rained hot kisses along her calves, tongued and suckled the sensitive spot behind her knees, and nibbled from thigh to thigh. The bites grew sensuous and lingering, his breath erratic and hot as he made his way closer to the most intimate part of her.

Her hips tilted in automatic reflex, and she moaned as a long finger slipped inside her, slowly thrusting deep. A prelude of what was to come. She could feel her own wetness and she trembled when his thumb delved along her sex, followed by the heat of his breath, the languorous lick of his seeking tongue.