Page 12 of Hot Blooded

I nod my head, keeping my eyes closed. I feel the air whooshing past my face and then I feel his warmth so close that it envelopes me. The rush of the hot air, roaring overhead.

He turns me in his arms and he whispers in my ear, his front pressed to my back. I can feel the hard ridge of him against my back. My pussy clenches again on nothing, desperate to close on him. To feel him fill me up.

“Look out there, angel. Tell me what you see.”

Slowly, I open my eyes and my breath catches, my fingers tightening on the rough basket.

The sun’s setting and the fire from its fingers creeps across the desert below us, painting the rocks and sand into a vibrant canvas. Reds, oranges, dark shadows where it doesn’t hit. Fire everywhere.

Fire inside me when he leans closer. “Look how beautiful it is. Alive and stunning. Almost as stunning as you in this light.”

My muscles relax, my body sinking into the hardness of his, feeling his body tighten against me. My soft to his hard. My weak flesh yielding to his much stronger.

“We were made for each other, Reva. As wrong as it is, it’s also so fucking right. Your soft curves were made for me to sink into and my body was made to shelter yours from the storms that life throws at us. We’re perfect together.”

I turn to face him, my breasts pressed into his lower belly and he groans, his golden eyes flashing. “I can’t pretend anymore, Reva. I know what I saw. I know that you want me as much as I want you. I know that it’s crazy and that some people will think it’s wrong. But I can’t help that. All I can do is promise you that I will never hurt you. I will spend my whole life protecting you. I need you so damn much that I ache for you. I don’t even own my own heart anymore. It’s yours. It has been for a long time.”

I press my fingers into his hard chest, feeling the muscles flex under them, my breath catching as my eyes lock on his. I lift my hand up and cup the back of his head, my fingers sinking into the soft strands of his golden-brown hair.

“Tom,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips. “I need you to touch me, claim me. Make me your wife in every way.”

And his lips quirk up, his mouth slamming onto mine. All thought fading away, swept away on a tide of lust and love. I pant against his lips as his fingers dig into my backside, holding me steady. Holding me safe.

His lips break free and he turns me back around, his dick jerking against me. His body heat, the scent of him surrounding me even as the air rushes by us.

He whispers in my ear so the man staring at us, steering the balloon can’t hear his dirty words.

“When I get you back, I’m going to fuck my dirty girl like she needs. I’m going to claim my wife for the first time. And then I’m gonna do it again and again, until we’ve finally sated this hunger that’s been building up between us since I saw you across the casino last night.”

“Promise?” I whisper back.

“Oh, I promise you. This is happening, baby girl. We’re forever. You’re never getting rid of me.”

I sink back against him and just enjoy the feel of him against me. The way he curls his body around me, protecting me.

The way this feels like the place I was always meant to be. Where I was always going to end up.

With him. For the rest of our lives.

TOM

The door closes behind us and I slam her body against it, taking her soft, full lips with a groan.

“Oh fuck, baby girl. I can’t believe you’re really here,” I breathe out against her lips, my hands running up and down her body, tugging her purple tank top up and over her head, her fine hair flying in my face and then settling on her bare, tanned shoulders.

My eyes drink in her breasts, barely covered in the tiniest scrap of dark green, silky fabric, mounding over the top. I swear to all that’s holy, it looks like if she takes a deep breath, they’ll fall out into my hands.

I reach up and cup them, my thumb running across her nipple, watching her head fall back against the door. Her lush lips fall open on a soft moan and I dip my head to run my tongue up her slender throat, nipping the curl of her earlobe and burying my nose in her hair. It’s soft and warm and smells like coconut water and oranges.

“Fuck, you smell good, baby girl. Tell me that you want me. You want this.”

Her deep emerald eyes open, her pupils blown with desire. Hunger coils in my belly and my dick hardens against her. Her eyes flit down and widen, the tent in my jeans obvious.

“I need you. I want you. I want this so damn much, Tom. I’ve needed you for a long time. But you disappeared. I thought you were mad at me.”

I shake my head. “I was never mad at you, Reva. I was mad at myself. I’m an asshole for wanting you as much as I do.”

She sighs and her soft arms wrap around my neck. “No, you’re not. It’s perfect since I want you just as much.”