Forbidden Heat (25 page)

It was true. And she couldn’t have asked for a happier situation. She’d always known she wasn’t destined to have a normal relationship like everyone else. She’d always thought that meant she’d be alone, but instead, to her total delight, it seemed she’d been blessed with twice as much love . . . and sex . . . as other people.

She didn’t care about the marriage part . . . as long as she could be in the arms of these two wonderful, loving men for the rest of her life.

She reached for both their cocks and stroked, happy to find they were both hard. They tugged her from the bed and turned her around. Jake tossed some pillows in front of her and leaned her forward. A moment later, she felt Trey’s cock press against her slick opening. Then she felt Jake’s. Slowly, the two cockheads pushed into her vagina, easing her open . . . stretching her . . . then slowly both hard cocks glided inside her at the same time. Both men fully immersed in her.

When they pulled back, she gasped in pleasure as the ridges on their cockheads stroked her. They surged forward again and she moaned. They stroked in and out, their hard shafts filling her. Driving her pleasure higher.

“Oh God. Yes.” Bliss rocketed through her as she exploded into a shattering orgasm.

Both men groaned and erupted inside her.

She collapsed on the pillows, and Trey and Jake flopped beside her, their hard muscular bodies pressed close to hers.

She sighed happily and pushed the pillows aside, then climbed higher on the bed, tugging them with her. She lay on her back and they snuggled in beside her. She kissed Jake, then Trey, loving the warmth of them beside her.

She felt so safe and loved.

Although she knew she could face the world alone, now she didn’t have to. She loved two men. And they loved her.

She had truly found her happily-ever-after.

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Bliss

Coming in Summer 2010
from St. Martin’s Griffin

J. M. smiled. So his perfect woman didn’t believe in Tantra. But she had read his book, which meant she’d at least given it a chance. He was sure that with a little time and the opportunity to show her the benefits of Tantra, he could convince her of its merits.

He probably should have told her he was the author of the book before the conversation had gone too far, but he’d wanted to hear her honest opinion. He couldn’t tell her now. At least, not right away. There was no point in embarrassing her.

The seat belt sign flashed on and Kara buckled her seat belt. She glanced at him nervously, then gazed out the window. He was fairly sure her jitters were less from the idea of landing than from his invitation to spend more time together.

Although she had flirted shamelessly in the airport, it had been clear, especially when she’d seen him in the seat next to hers, that she’d never intended it to lead anywhere.

Given the obvious attraction between them—and the fact that he
knew
she was the woman who he had manifested as his perfect mate—he fully intended to convince her to spend the night with him.
He
might know they were meant to be together, but he still had to convince
her
of that.

Kara’s stomach clenched as the aircraft came to a stop at the gate and people rose from their seats and filled the aircraft aisle. Once off the aircraft, she knew she could just excuse herself and slip off to the ladies’ room, or whatever, and give J. M. the slip. But . . . did she really want to do that?

She watched him as he stood up and opened the overhead compartment. He pulled out her carry-on and placed it on the seat.

My God, not only was he a gentleman, he was observant— remembering exactly which bag of the several up there was hers. He was a sensitive man, too. Warm and concerned for others’ feelings. She could tell that by their conversation. And she liked being around him. That and he was extremely sexy. The attraction between them was blazing hot and . . . she hadn’t been with a guy for a while.

As the line of people began to move, J. M. waited for her to move in front of him, then followed her toward the front of the aircraft.

Maybe she should look at this as a golden opportunity. She could have a one-night stand—something she’d never done before—with a sensational guy. And she didn’t have to worry about the repercussions, like the awkwardness the following morning when they promised to call each other knowing full well they never would, or the potential embarrassment of running into each other again after breaking that promise.

Of course, he was a great guy and maybe she would want to see him again . . . but that point was moot since the likelihood they lived anywhere near each other was remote. Just because they flew out of the same airport didn’t mean anything. She lived nearly fifty miles from the airport and he might live fifty miles in the opposite direction.

“Good night.” The airline hostess nodded as Kara stepped past her. “I hope you enjoyed the flight,” she said as J. M. passed her.

The more Kara thought about it, the more she realized she did not want to let this chance slip away.

They walked through the long tunnel leading from the plane to the gate, then stepped into the bustle of the terminal. The flow of people headed toward an airline representative who was waving them toward a counter along the side. A long line was forming.

J. M. slowed, then rested his hand on her arm and guided her out of the flow of traffic.

“Hold on a second,” he said.

She nodded as she watched him pull out his cell phone, flip it open, and flick the keypad. A moment later, he turned away while he talked to someone, then he flipped the phone closed.

“I don’t really want to get caught up in that,” he said, nodding his head toward the horde of people heading to the airline desk to retrieve their hotel voucher, “so I just reserved a room at Angel’s Inn, a small hotel just a few miles from the airport.”

Kara knew that with so many people arriving all at once at the hotels where the airlines would be placing people, it would probably be hours before they got a room. There would be lines to get the vouchers, then for the shuttles to the hotels, then to register for their rooms,
etc.

Oh, damn. Was this goodbye?

She remembered the warmth of J. M.’s hand on her back, and the calm that had resonated from his touch. She had no doubt the heat of his touch could elicit far more than a calming response. An electric zing spiked through her at the thought of his arms encircling her, drawing her close to his body, of those full lips capturing hers in a smoldering kiss.

She was sure he was as interested as she was, but . . . she hadn’t given him any hints. With her luck, he’d walk out of her life any second, if she didn’t do something. Now.

She stepped toward him and, before she could change her mind, settled her hands on his shoulders, pushed herself upon her toes, and pressed her lips to that sensuous mouth of his. An electric tingle shimmered through her and her hormones danced in delight. Their mouths parted and she stared at him, allowing the heat she felt to shine in her eyes.

At the sight of his brown eyes, dark with desire, her breath caught. Oh, God, she wanted to feel this man’s arms around her. To feel his lips plundering hers. To touch that magnificent body of his.

His arms slid around her and he pulled her against him, his mouth finding hers again. His lips moved on hers and she glided her arms around his shoulders. She’d been right about the muscles under his shirt. She felt the solid contours of his arms embracing her and her breasts pressed against a hard, sculpted chest. His tongue brushed against her lips and she parted them. As he swept his tongue inside her mouth and stroked, she melted against him.

He released her lips and brushed the hair over her temple. She could feel his warm breath against her ear. “I was going to invite you to share my room. Does this mean yes?”

Butterflies danced inside her stomach. She could still back out. A kiss wasn’t a commitment to all-out sex.

Ah, damn, Kara, don’t second-guess everything.

Why shouldn’t she allow herself to experience what could only be a magnificent adventure? Sure, she’d never had a one-night stand before, but hadn’t she been the one saying that people could enjoy sex without guilt? So why couldn’t she enjoy a sexual adventure with a man she’d just met? They’d talked, gotten to know one another. This mutual attraction between them was downright sizzling.

He kissed her again, his lips moving on hers in a sinfully sexy caress.

“What do you say, Kara?”

She simply nodded, unable to find her voice.

He smiled, then took her elbow and led her into the cold, snowy night. Somehow, he flagged down a cab within minutes and they were on their way to the Angel’s Inn.

Kara stepped into the room as J. M. held the door for her. Her eyes widened at the large, luxurious suite.

“Pretty fancy,” she said.

He followed her into the room and closed the door. She kicked off her boots, then slid her coat from her shoulders. He took it and hung it in the closet.

“I thought you might prefer to have a little space.” He hung his own coat beside hers.

She stepped farther into the large room, glancing around at the soft beige couch and chair across from a cherry cabinet that probably held a TV inside. Plants and artwork gave the sitting area a homey feel. There was a doorway straight ahead that probably led to the bedroom.

She smiled. “You mean, I can sleep on the couch if I like?”

He carried their cases across the room and set them down by the bedroom door.

“If you don’t want to share the bed,
I’ll
sleep on the couch.”

She tilted her head. “Really?”

He stepped toward her and anticipation fluttered through her. His brown eyes darkened as he stroked his hand over her cheek. Heat simmered through her and her heart thundered in her chest. He cupped her face and gazed into her eyes.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything just because you agreed to stay the night.” He stroked her cheek. “As for protection, I’ve been tested recently, so there are no worries about that, but I can get some condoms, if you’d like.”

She shook her head. “I’ve been tested, too.”

Her gaze dropped to his lips . . . full and sensuous. Her whole body tingled, wanting to feel his mouth on hers. Her lips parted as she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his.

Warm. And firm.

The moment their lips met, she could sense his control . . . as if he had to stop himself from dragging her against him and ravaging her. His mouth moved on hers with a sweet tenderness. His tongue trailed along the seam of her lips, then pressed inside. She met him, gliding her tongue over his, then dove into the heat of his mouth. He tasted minty male . . . and very sexy.

Their lips parted and she wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked her cheek against his raspy one.

“I want to be here. With you,” she murmured against his ear.

He captured her lips again, pulling her tight to his body, crushing her breasts against his solid muscular chest. Her nipples hardened and heat simmered through her entire body.

Oh, God, she wanted him.

A knock sounded at the door. She stiffened and took a quick step back. Who knew they were here?

“When I checked in, I asked them to have room service send up some wine,” he explained. “I thought you might like that.”

She smiled and nodded. He crossed the room and opened the door. The bellman entered the room and placed a tray holding a bottle of wine and two tall, stemmed glasses on the round cherry dining table, which was big enough for two, beside the sitting area.

“Open it now, sir?” he asked.

“Please.”

The uniformed man pulled out a small device from his pocket and flipped up a short knife to cut away the metal foil covering the cork, then flipped up a corkscrew, which he pushed into the cork, then drew it from the tall black bottle.

“That’s fine, thank you.” J. M. signed the bill, adding a generous tip, then the man left the room. J. M. returned to the bottle, filled the two glasses, then handed her one.

She took a sip. She didn’t drink wine a lot, but she appreciated the dry yet slightly fruity flavor.

She took another sip, wondering how these things usually went. Should she just rip off her clothes and jump into his arms? Or wait for him to make the first move?

She sipped again and glanced at him. He smiled.

“You don’t have to be ner vous. We’ll go at whatever pace suits you.”

Damn, but the man seemed to know her thoughts.

The problem was, she wanted to rip off her clothes and feel his naked flesh against hers . . . right now . . . but she didn’t want him to think her too anxious. Oh, God, that had to be a holdover from her straitlaced mother. What was wrong with letting a man know she found him attractive and wanted to have sex with him?

Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his full lips, then drifted downward, over his broad, muscular chest, to his narrow waist. Lower to his fitted black jeans, her gaze gliding over his crotch, which was stretching tightly over a growing bulge. Her gaze shifted upward again until she met his silky-hot gaze. His lips turned up in a half smile. His gaze slipped to her lips and lingered, then glided to her breasts. Her nipples swelled as he focused on one, then the other until they ached with need. His gaze shifted lower, perusing her body with intense male interest.

“You are an attractive, sexy woman.” His voice, smooth as velvet, caressed her senses, sending tremors through her body.

She took another sip of wine, then placed her glass on the table. Her fingers curled around the top button of her blouse, then she undid it. She dipped her fingers under the fabric and between her breasts. His gaze was glued to her hand. She released the next button, exposing a little bit of lace on her bra. She ran her fingers along the sides of her blouse, parting the fabric a fraction more, loving the heat shimmering in his eyes as he watched. She released the next three buttons, then parted the fabric to reveal her black lace bra.