Unforgettable Heroes Boxed Set

by James, Maddie

  She deserved it. She had worked her whole life trying to be successful, trying to be prized and unique in the impressionistic world of art. For once, she felt special. She felt as if she were the only woman he craved and no other woman in the universe would do.

  As if he felt her hesitation, he pulled away. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to force you upstairs to my apartment. You decide. Right here. Right now. But once you unlock this door…you’re mine. All night long…”

  Apartment?

  His apartment.

  All night long….

  Okay, that was the answer she needed. To know that beyond this door was not a passage to an all-out orgy room. He was inviting her to his private home.

  Above a dance club, though?

  “I own the building,” he uttered, giving her more encouragement. “My apartment is up two flights to the left. So, what’ll it be?” He rocked his sexy leather-clad hips against hers to the background beat of the DJ’s music, his stunning light brown eyes staring at her intently.

  All night long….

  His words echoed in her head. The thought of having his hard body gyrating against her all night long made her choice easy.

  She held the keys up, indicating she didn’t know which was the magic one and his subsequent devilish grin nearly set her on fire. The heat from his oh-it’s-on reaction singed places on her body she didn’t know could be enflamed. She was so hot for him, and for the things he insinuated he’d do to her, that she was nearly feverish.

  He pointed, using a very masculine index finger, to the shiny silver one, without losing a drop of Tequila. “And then you’ll need the one behind it for upstairs.”

  Oh boy….

  She was really doing this.

  Spinning around on her heels, she faced the exit door, glad to have her face hidden from his view. She squeezed her eyes shut and made faces as she came to terms with it. She never realized how hard inserting a simple key into a door could be until this moment. Her hands shook and the damn slot seemed to shrink as she tried three times to line it up.

  Mr. Gyration didn’t help matters either. She felt his body leaning against her, crushing her gently to the door as his breath sifted through her hair. His words fell on deaf ears as she tried to block out the sweet agony of him encroaching upon her space.

  Finally, the key slid all the way in. Without waiting, she turned the handle and pushed the door open. She didn’t have to look behind her to see if he was following for she could already feel his looming presence, pushing her toward the stairs.

  She stopped him.

  This was her last chance to make sure she really wanted to do this. To indulge in this one-night stand without regret.

  She turned and faced him, her eyes glancing toward his tempting lips. The look of them, soft and supple, was not enough. There was no way to know how wonderful his kiss would be without actually taking them. She clasped his face in her hands and stood on her tip toes, leaning forward.

  Surprisingly, he stood very still, letting her lips meet his. The rugged male scent of his skin, combined with the slight fragrance of his expensive cologne, clouded all rational thought, and the soft prickle of his goatee erased all prudence.

  As she kissed him, his mouth opened slightly and his tongue brushed over her lower lip, patiently, as if he had no intention of rushing through her little experiment. She touched the tip of her tongue with his, testing him, tasting him. The sheer delight of it all twisted every muscle in her body into knots.

  She wanted more.

  Angling her face, she opened up for him, giving him all the leeway he needed to kiss her in the way he wanted—the way she yearned for since the moment he had sucked the Tequila from her finger.

  He didn’t disappoint. He took the initiative to show her just how well his tongue could feel twisting with hers. Like a man who knew his way around a sensual kiss, he leaned into her and ravished her mouth with so much passion her knees nearly buckled.

  Feeling her falter, he pulled back, breathless. “Here, take these. I need my hands.”

  Though confused by his demand, she took the two glasses from his posession.

  “Don’t spill ‘em,” he quickly warned as he retrieved the keys from her and picked her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. With the correct key ready to insert in the next door, he swiftly carried her up the flight of stairs, his mouth seeking hers.

  He never missed a beat, from his able stair-stepping footwork to the skillful play of his tongue. His mouth was both patient and passionate, explorative and precise. She could admit to never having been kissed this way. He held her as if she were a precious jewel, his arms solid and unyielding.

  All the way up the stairs, his mouth consumed her. The heat of his body radiated through her silk blouse and every part of her wanted to strip down and feel that naturally hot masculine heat all over her, surrounding her.

  Blanketing her.

  Smothering her.

  If not for the two drinks in her hand, she probably would’ve already removed her shirt so she could enjoy the feel of his scorching skin on her chest while he made the ascent. It was painful to wait...utterly agonizing.

  How many more steps, already!

  She felt his momentum break and his right arm shift, only long enough to insert the key in the door, and then his mouth was back on hers. Clumsily, he turned the handle and kicked the door open wide, sifting her through head first.

  A few more long strides and they were at his apartment door. He fumbled blindly for the next correct key. Having her still in his arms, his face buried in a kiss with the hallway completely unlit, made for an impossible task.

  He growled an undeterminable slew of words, his patience gone.

  Setting her on her feet, he sandwiched her between the cool face of the door and the sizzling heat of his body. He frantically flipped through the keys, and she noticed how exceptionally handsome he looked in the dark, even in his agitated state.

  After one more curse, he found the right one and shoved it into the door, his smile returning. He didn’t wait for her to enter. His hands were already around her. His mouth stole another kiss and his body dominantly ushered her in. Once inside, he dropped the keys and pinned her against the inside wall.

  Their bodies pressed tightly against each other, his arms pulling her as near as possible, yet they couldn’t seem to get close enough. He tore from her lips and threw his hands behind his shoulders, ripping his tank over his head, only to swiftly return to her mouth. The heat of his skin burned through her silk blouse as his hands cupped her. She gasped, unprepared for him to grope her in such a fashion. But she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it, especially when he had found her taut nipples.

  She whimpered, arching herself toward his touch. She was helpless to the feel of his assertive hands palming her, exciting her. All she wanted to do was throw the shot glasses aside and take him in her own hands. To feel his hot flesh for herself. To knead his hard-muscled chest and arms. To grip his tight ass and pull him into her.

  “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he spat as he snatched the drinks from her hand and chucked them over his shoulder. “Drinking is the furthest thing from my mind right now.”

  Still in awe that he’d actually tossed them, she peered around him in the dark, looking for the mess, suspecting to see glass all over his beautiful hardwood floor.

  He caught her face. “Forget it. I’ll clean it up later.”

  With his hands smoothing down her neck, his fingertips blazed a trail to her shoulders. He traced her clavicles, opening the collar of her blouse. Immediately, he bent to kiss her there, his lips brushing over her now goose-pimpled flesh.

  Oh, he was good, so damn good at foreplay that she could hardly brace herself for what was to come. He pulled her from the wall and steered her through the maze of furniture in his spacious living room, down the hall to his bedroom. Ready or not, he was going to strip away her clothes, piece by pie
ce, and have his way with her.

  …all night long.

  The thought itself was enough to steal her breath away. His talented hands unbuttoned her blouse—more fluently than she ever could—and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. By the time she felt the coolness of the air on her bare skin, his arms had wrapped around her, enveloping her with instant heat. The strength of his embrace was more comforting than anything she could imagine. Even through the darkness, she could see his smile as he gazed over her, his eyes enjoying the sight of her breasts cupped in pale blue lace.

  As they turned the corner to his room, silver moonlight poured in from the large bare window beside his bed. She could clearly see the lust in his amber eyes as he brought his hands up to her breasts again. But this time, he was gentle and tender, letting only his fingertips graze over her nipples peaking tightly against the sheer cloth. She shuddered beneath his touch, her hands clutching his shoulders for support.

  “Hm…you are so gorgeous. And to think I had you pegged as the plain white cotton type.” Slowly, he dragged his fiery fingertips down her stomach, letting them slip just beneath her waistband. “What do you have down here? Matching panties?”

  She could only smile nervously, spinning around to let him see the long zipper running the length of her skirt. She felt his hands smooth over the skin of her waist before he tugged on it. Leisurely, he drew it downward, revealing inch by inch the sight of her bare bottom flossed with a thin string.

  His breath escaped him as the denim fell to the floor. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close. His warm breath tickled her earlobe as he spoke, but she was too caught up in the feel of his hands moving across her stomach to really care. All she could think of was the tingling of her sex, the warm pool of arousal between her legs, and the strong longing she felt for him to touch her.

  She melted in his arms as his hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her, petting her. The heat of his touch against the rasp of her lace panties cramped her belly with a painful need, an undeniable longing that grew with every purposeful graze of his fingers.

  She spun in his arms and faced him, her hands resting on the slight swell of his bare chest. She took his lips, reveling in the feel of the hard muscle beneath her palms, the firmness of his sexy, all-male body. She wanted to stroke him everywhere, starting with his narrow hips and succulent bottom.

  Swiping her hands across his torso, she circled his lower back and slipped them into his pants. Gaining a handful, she squeezed, drawing him near.

  “Let me make it easier on you,” he said, unfastening his fly.

  She glanced up, his face twisting between a look of pleasure and pain as she shifted one hand to the front and took hold. She felt him tremble in her hand, his mouth parting to release a groan. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, his hands gripping her pelvis for dear life. There was no doubt he liked her touch and she hoped he would also enjoy her intercourse.

  She was not used to having casual sex. For her, sex came with commitment, with feelings, with love. And though she hadn’t had many partners in the past, she could at least say those few encounters involved some sort of deep emotion before the sex came into play.

  Here, with this man, there was nothing but carnal lust.

  They didn’t know each other outside the club, nor did they even know each others’ names. She could probably come to feel something for him as he was certainly a man worth falling for. But when it came to having sex with him, she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d remember her in the morning. If she, as a person, would ever cross his mind again.

  Don’t complicate it, Chloe.

  Yeah, that’s what she was doing. And heaven knew she didn’t need any more complications in her life. This was supposed to be a moment to indulge herself. To forget her problems for one night and live it up. To have nothing but no-strings-attached, wild sex with a man hardly worth resisting. Hardly worth regretting come sunup.

  Intent on moving forward, she lifted her foot and caught his leather pants, pushing them to the floor. His eyes flew open and a smile flirted at the corners of his mouth.

  “You are certainly full of surprises tonight, sweet thing. You…sitting at the bar like a spectator, looking out into the crowd like you wished you could dance. When all along you knew how to dance as if you’ve done it all your life.” His eyes fell over her, admiring her, memorizing the curves of her body amid her lacy lingerie. “Then you hide this little number under an unflattering straight-laced silk blouse and skirt. Who would’ve thought?”

  Chloe swallowed hard.

  He cocked his brow, eyeing her differently now. “Not much for talking, are you?”

  Her heart skipped. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this casual sex thing after all.

  “Okay, I get it,” he replied with a wink. “Sex now…talk later. That’s fine by me.” He kicked out of his shoes and pants, and grabbed her around her bottom, lifting her high enough above the bed to collapse upon her. As they fell together on the mattress, he caught his weight with his elbows, smiling down at her astonished face.

  Thankful for the reclined position, his devious grin would’ve knocked her on her backside. He was the devil himself trapped in the body of a majestic Greek god. There was no doubt he’d give the famous Adonis a run for his money.

  He took her lips, but it wasn’t as wild and hasty as him throwing her to the bed. He took his time, pressing his lips softly to hers, breathing in her fragrance before sneaking past her mouth with his tongue.

  She felt his hand upon her hip, climbing up her ribs until he met her breast, a touch that was more intoxicating than any shot of hard liquor. His fingers played over her as if he were tracing the delicate lace patterns on her bra.

  Her nipples hardened beneath his fingertips and she knew he felt the change, for his lips stiffened in a smile. He slid between her cleavage and sought the front clasp of her bra. In one quick maneuver, the catch released and her breasts were completely exposed to his eyes. He admired his opened present and dared to caress one.

  She gasped, feeling the raw heat of his fingertips on her bare flesh. It was a part of her that hadn’t been touched by a man in years. The way he circled her with butterfly strokes had her arching to meet his touch.

  Giving in to her, he dipped his head and took her nipple in his mouth, torturing her now with his tongue, swirling, sucking. It was as if the taste and feel of her breast in his mouth opened the dam of his passion, and it washed over her like liquid fire. His hand, unbound by the restraints of inhibition, slipped between their bodies and beneath the thin triangular fabric of her panties.

  Gasping again under the feel of his self-assured fingers seeking her entrance, she lifted her hips. Within seconds, he peeled the thong from her body, dragging his palm down her entire leg as he went, leaving on her black heels. While up on his knees, he reached over to the cherry wood end table next to his bed, and jerked open the drawer. He snatched a silver, thin square package from inside and quickly tore it open with his teeth. Unable to hide another coy smile, he carefully extracted the condom and rolled it down over himself, nestling his rock-hard erection between her legs.

  Feeling the sweet intrusion of his body into hers, her breath caught and her eyes widened, unprepared for the size of him. He rocked against her, drawing her thigh around his waist, his eyes locking with hers. In his gaze, she saw his wanton need, the fixation of his hips shunting between each thrust and withdrawal. He looked absolutely magnificent in this vulnerable state.

  She met his thrusts now, taking him in, inch by blessed inch until he filled her. He was buried deep, his head hanging low near her neck. His mouth opened and his warm quick breaths bathed her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

  His lips and tongue did wicked things to her soul, charming her into the temptress she never thought she could be. It felt wonderful to be brazen. To be bold. To be naughty in this man’s bed.

  It was downright sinful to be doing what she was doing�
��making love to a man for no other reason than just because. As far as she was concerned, she didn’t need to have a reason. Being the cherished woman in his bed was motive enough.

  Yes, within his arms, beneath his precious body, she felt cherished. Like she was the only woman he had ever wanted to lay with.

  Surely, she knew better as he wasn’t the kind of man to hide the trail of women at his door. He was not so humble in that respect. But he was a man who knew how to make a woman forget the others. To strip her of all self-conscious thought and reserve.

  For Chloe, that was all she aimed to do this night. And to think, it wouldn’t result in a painful hangover thereafter. The only part of her she could imagine hurting in the morning was the section of her body sheathing his sizeable cock. Though the propulsion of his hips went way beyond pleasure, she knew it would be a long night before he was finished.

  She smiled, reminding herself that a man’s stamina was never a downside. All night long…were Mr. Gyration’s words and she had no intention of denying his wish, nor did she think he would deny hers.

  He raised up, locking his arms behind her legs. Gasping for air, she felt his body drive deeper into her, his eyes watching her, studying her, learning what made her respond. He knew just how to move, how to work his hips so that he’d hit all the right places. Repeatedly.

  Her eyes wanted to close, wanted to enjoy this blissful moment of ecstasy, but she didn’t want to miss out on his. Watching his beautiful hard body pump in and out of hers, she knew he had to be close.

  His arms flexed with each drive, his flat stomach rippled, and his smile grew larger as he brought her closer to orgasm. Unable to resist any longer, she let it go, flying to heights she never flew before.

  Her body contracted around him and shuddered as the upsurge of warmth rose and fell around her. Between the swell of the searing heat and the thrumming of her release, she swore she saw fireworks.

  She wanted to cry out, to put a voice to the rapture overtaking her, but she couldn’t. Even breathing was a chore as he continued to thrust fiercely into her, his erection as hard as polished marble.