Hot as Hell (11 page)

“I’m a redneck born into a sharecropper family from the poorest of the poor counties in Georgia. I

never graduated high school. Worked the land until the red dirt seemed rooted in my pores. When I

got the hell away, the Marines helped me get my G.E.D., then taught me how to kill a man in so many

different ways, I’m not sure I can even list them all.”

And that was supposed to scare her off? Not even. She admired him for overcoming his

background and becoming a success in the rarified world of special operations.

Sam walked slowly toward the bed, his steady gaze never leaving her. “And while the military

might’ve also pounded some manners and even more education into me… scratch the surface,

sweetheart, and I’m still the country boy who poached game to feed his family. I’m not nearly good

enough for the daughter of an earl.”

He stopped by the side of the bed. His eyes were hooded, hiding his emotions. But she could

read her Marine like a book.
Bloody buggering hell.
Sam needed her and was 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 seduction the Lord would smite a poor, ole Georgia boy for.”

Dawn laughed. “Did the Lord smite you a lot while you were growing up?”

“Nope, but my daddy did.” He grinned, a sexy little twist of his lips. “I had lots of ungodly

thoughts, little cat. Still do.”

“About me?” She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, delighting at the

supple, tanned skin stretched over prominent muscles.

“Hell, yeah.” Bracing on one arm, he cradled one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it gently.

“From the first moment you called me crock-of-shit. Call me perverse, but I like a feisty woman.” Then

he tugged lightly on one of her nipple rings.

The sharp twinge of pain he caused morphed into a frisson of pleasure that shot straight to her

core. She moaned and arched into his touch. “Sam-m-m—”

“Jesus, you have perfect breasts.” He lowered his head and licked around the edge of the areola,

avoiding the tip. “So sweet.” Then he sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, tangling his tongue in

the ring.“Oh, God, please… more.” Dawn reached for his head. Threading her fingers in his thick hair,

she held him to her breast as he suckled her nipples and teethed the rings, sending ripples of pleasure

over her body. “So bloody good.”

She thrust her body upward and rubbed herself against his hot shaft. His precum trailed over

her bare mound. His cock jerked and even more precum moistened her skin.

Sam was holding back. His body was rigid, held tensely above her; his expression was a rictus of

pain. He probably thought she wasn’t ready. Hell, if she were any more ready, she’d be coming. She’d

gotten wet, aching, and needy merely from the thought of taking him inside her body. Truth be told,

she’d been at a low boil since Cartagena.

“Take me. Play later. I need you.” She clamped her legs around his lean hips in an attempt to

maneuver him closer to her opening. “Now.”

Sam released her nipple and moved to nuzzle and lick the valley between her breasts. “Such a

greedy, little cat.”

“Bloody right.” She licked a path up his throat to his ear and then bit the lobe. “I’m so-o-o close,

luv. I haven’t had a cock in me for well over a year. Think how good my pussy will feel. I’ll be so tight…”

Dawn squealed as Sam surged upward and back into a kneeling position. He pulled her body

upright, her hips aligned with his, and then positioned her legs, one over each of his thighs. His cock

throbbed against her pussy lips. It would take only a slight adjustment and he’d be in her.

“Don’t move away,” he gritted out.

“I won’t.” She gripped his waist with both hands. “Hurry.”

Sam grabbed a condom from a pile on the bed.

When had he put those there? She grinned. Marines must always be prepared, sort of like Boy

Scouts.Sam ripped one packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his penis in what had

to be a land speed record. That was so not a Boy Scout move.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” he muttered through clenched teeth. His voice sounded pained.

She stroked and petted her way from his waist to his chest—where she massaged his nipples.

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. I’m riding the edge here.”

She shot him a naughty grin and tweaked one of his nipples before stroking her way to his

shoulders—slowly. Very slowly. “I’m not teasing, luv. I am very seriously seducing you.”

“Dawn,” he uttered in a warning tone. “I need to go slow. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She held onto his shoulders and stared into his hot, fierce gaze. “Take me, Marine.”

“Fuck, yeah.” Placing a hand on each side of her hips, Sam pulled her toward his large, thick
—

God, so thick—
cock.

She swallowed and watched through heavily lidded eyes as he nudged the large head into her

wet, swollen opening.

“Eyes. On me.” His voice was rough, gravelly, like a country lane.

Dawn dragged her gaze from the dark plum-red head of his cock to look at his face. His

expression was strained with ferocious concentration—and worry and love.

Could this man get any better? The visual evidence proved he could. He was so concerned he’d

hurt her, not give her pleasure, that he was putting himself through hell. Didn’t he understand that

merely being with him did it for her?

Obviously not.

“Sam… luv—” She brushed a kiss over his thinned lips. “I’m been aching for you.” She inhaled.

“Your scent. Being near you. Trading insults with you. All of it’s been foreplay. Better than any I’ve ever

had before. Just kissing you is better than any intercourse I’ve ever had. I need you … because this”—

she moved forward until his cock head was inside her and then moaned—“us… is so fucking right.”

Holding even more tightly onto his shoulders, she shoved herself fully onto his cock.

“Bloody hell.” She threw her head back and let out a low, throaty groan. “So fucking full.”

She dropped her forehead onto his shoulder and panted as her channel stretched and strained to

accommodate his length and breadth. “God, I feel your heartbeat in my pussy.”

“What the fuck, sweetheart? Are you nuts?” He rubbed his cheek gently over her hair. “I’m

gonna pull out. Kiss and pet your pussy…”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” She pressed her hips more tightly against his. “Move that fine arse,

Marine. I’m so fucking close…” She turned and lightly bit his shoulder.

“Fuck, little hellcat.”

“Just move.” She squeezed his cock with her inner muscles and a light spasm had her keening.

“So good.” She kissed her way from his shoulder to his chest and took one of his nipples in her mouth

and teethed it.

He shouted, “Fuck!” The shocked look on his face made her giggle and she clamped down on

his cock once more.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” he muttered.

Then it was her turn to groan as he withdrew his cock several inches and then drove it back into

her, setting up a fast, hard rhythm. Each powerful thrust hit a ultra-sensitive spot inside her, shooting

shards of heated pleasure throughout the deepest part of her body. Each withdrawal made her mewl

as his thick cock lit fires along her most sensitive tissue. With each thrust-pull, pressure built until she

thought she’d go mad as she strained to find the ultimate pleasure.

“Sam,” she sank her nails into his shoulders, “I need … more.”

And he gave it to her. Holding her to him with one hand on her hip, he slowed his hip movement

and inserted his other hand between their bodies and fingered her clit. A blast of the most intense

pleasure-pain swept over her like a firestorm, cutting her loose from the confines of her body and

sending her mind-spirit soaring. Her senses floated on heated waves of pleasure as her body shuddered

and trembled with the strength of her orgasm.

Dawn came and came and came. She moaned, gasped, and muttered only God knew what. All

awareness of time and space was lost in the overwhelming sensations sweeping over and through her

body. The one thing anchoring her to the earth was Sam. Her Marine held her through the

conflagration, whispering words of love and praise—and grinding his cock into her, milking her climax

until she collapsed, utterly spent, against him.

“Told you,” she mumbled against his lightly furred chest. “I was ready.” She rubbed her cheek

over his sweaty skin. Then she lifted her head and found his gaze on her. He was smiling, a gentle loving

expression. One she definitely wanted to see every day for the rest of her life.

“Yeah, you did.” He kissed the tip of her nose. His cock was still lodged deeply inside her,

throbbing like the base notes in a heavy metal song. “Hold on, sweetheart, because you’re going to

come again, and this time I plan on joining you.”

“Um, luv, I’m not—” She wasn’t sure she could climax again. But she didn’t care. She liked the

feel of him pulsating inside her, even though his cock stretched her to the point of painful pleasure. It

felt like bleeding heaven and hell at the same time.

“Oh, you will. Trust me.” He held her arse steady for his rhythmic, steady thrusts and used the

fingers of his free hand to rub circles over and around her clitoral hood. Every so often he thumbed her

oh-so-sensitive clit, still engorged with blood from the last build-up.

Her breath hitched as he rebuilt the tension inside her core.

“I want you to crave this,” he murmured against her cheek. “Crave me.”

“I already do. Sam-m-m, you need to move harder… again.” Shocked at how quickly her need