Emerging Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

  “Umm…food. Okay. I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

  His gaze flew to hers, and he was sure she wasn’t talking about food.

  Anya was in a constant state of arousal.

  She was horny as hell, and it was all because of Dalton McNeil.

  He fought fires, rode a motorcycle, and he cooked.

  If he wasn’t careful, he’d find himself locked away in her bedroom strapped down to her bed. She held back a snort. She wasn’t into BDSM or anything, but watching Dalton move around the kitchen had her thinking of a few things she’d like to try.

  A man like this was rare.

  And she didn’t want to let him get away.

  The smells circulating the air had her stomach grumbling.

  “Does Dallas know I’m coming Saturday?” she asked. Her feet swung in the air as she sat on the barstool at his kitchen island.

  “I was going to call him tonight and tell him.” Dalton glanced over at her. He’d refused to allow her to help with anything, stating she was a guest, and the guest doesn’t cook in his house. He’d plopped her up on the stool and made her promise to sit still while he cooked.

  “I don’t want to be like a third wheel or something.”

  “My brother won’t care. He’d love to see you. Like I said before, you’re going to love his wife, Candi.”

  “Where’d they meet?” She rested her elbow on the counter.

  “At the bar he worked as a bouncer.” Dalton opened the refrigerator and pulled out a salad mix. He moved back to the island and assembled their salad.

  “She’s a stripper?” she asked. With a name like Candi, she couldn’t help but assume. She didn’t think Dallas would fall for a dancer, but hell, she hadn’t seen him in years.

  Dalton barked a laugh. “Hell, no. She was a waitress. Dallas wasn’t moonlighting at that type of place.”

  “Oops. Well, it is Vegas,” she said sheepishly.

  “Don’t worry about it. I thought the same thing at first. Candi is the sweetest person in the world. No pun intended.”

  Anya snickered at the bad joke. “Well, I can’t wait to meet them.”

  “And Danny will have you wrapped around his finger in two seconds.” He took his cellphone out of his back pocket and walked over to her.

  She had to concentrate on the phone. His scent was an aphrodisiac. She leaned in closer to him, breathing him in. He slid his fingers across the screen and brought up photos.

  “Oh my!” A photo of a chubby-cheeked munchkin with a wide, toothless grin was first.

  “Just slide the pictures, and you can see all of them.” Dalton went back to his task.

  Her core clenched at the sight of him beaming. He was one proud uncle.

  Someone like him would be a wonderful father.

  Slow your roll, girl.

  “He’s so cute. He looks just like Dallas.” She flicked through the photos.

  Glenn would never have gone for her having access to his phone.

  She paused her fingers on the screen. A shiver slid through her body at the thought of the one time she’d picked up Glenn’s cell when it rang… She had to push all thoughts of him out of her mind.

  No more traveling down memory lane.

  “Here you go. Dinner is served.” Dalton placed her plate on the counter in front of her.

  Her mouth watered at the sight of steak and roasted potatoes with a side salad. The presentation of the food was like something off the television shows she loved to binge on.

  “This looks amazing,” she gushed, sitting his phone down on the counter. Her stomach decided to use that moment to make itself known. Her hand flew to her stomach. “Oh my.”

  “Sounds like I was just in time.” Dalton tossed her a wink. He placed a bottle of wine and two glasses down in front of her. Dalton snagged his food and walked around the counter and took the seat next to her. He poured them each a hefty amount of wine. “Bon appétit.”

  They raised their glasses and clinked them together gently.

  “Bon appétit,” she replied softly.

  They dug into the food, eating in comfortable silence.

  “Steak cooked right?” Dalton asked, eyeing her plate.

  “Yes,” she mumbled around the food. The steak was tender and practically melted in her mouth. She didn’t know how Dalton got it to turn out this way, but every alarm in her head was going off.

  He was a keeper.

  “I shared my toys and my job with you. What do you like to do as your pastime?” He paused and took a sip of his wine.

  Anya cleared her throat and reached for hers. It was smooth and went perfect with the steak.

  She had to think.

  What did she do for fun?

  “I like to read when I’m not working. Baking is a favorite pastime of mine, and whenever I get a chance, I love to go swimming.”

  It was weird talking about herself.

  She turned back to the meal in front of her and tried not to rush and stuff her face.

  That wouldn’t be sexy.

  “Well, when you finish your dinner, I’ll take you out back and show you the pool and jacuzzi.”

  “Jacuzzi,” she gasped, her fork paused midway to her mouth.

  Dalton’s eyes crinkled in the corners. His hair fell forward in his eyes. He reached up and used his fingers to comb it back away from his face.

  Her breath caught in her throat at the movement. She shot her hand out and snagged her glass again. She gulped the rest of the wine, willing her body to calm itself down.

  The casual conversation came easy for them. Anya almost didn’t want the dinner to end. They talked about everything from his training to becoming a fireman to her deciding to become a writer.

  The sound of a chair scraping the floor cut through the air. Dalton reached for her plate, but she snatched it away.

  “What are you doing? I’ll take—”

  “Nope. You wouldn’t let me help cook, I can at least take care of my dirty dishes.” She stood and cleared the counter.

  Dalton shook his head, walking over to the sink. They quickly rinsed off the plates and loaded the dishwasher together.

  “Come. I’ll take you out back.” Dalton tossed the hand towel on the counter and took her hand.

  Anya’s heart leaped at the sensation of him entwining their fingers together.

  “Lead the way.”

  Anya knew without a doubt, she’d follow Dalton McNeil anywhere.

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  “Wow. Look at this pool. You have certainly done well for yourself,” Anya exclaimed. She released his hand and rushed over to the edge of the pool.

  Dalton was proud of his backyard oasis. It was something he had always wanted, a place where he could chill and relax after spending days at a time at the fire station.

  He ambled over to her and joined her. “It came with the house, and I got it on foreclosure and fixed it up.”

  “Really? You are handy with your hands, huh?” Her flirtatious nature was coming out.

  He loved it.

  Her plump lips were curved up in a smile, begging for a kiss.

  He swallowed hard and turned away.

  He had to have some restraint.

  “Jacuzzi’s over here.” He motioned for her to follow him. It was an above-ground jacuzzi that sat away from the house in its own gazebo. “We can get in.”

  He removed the cover and hit the control button to turn the jets on. The force of the sprays pushed the water around.

  “Are you sure? I don’t have a suit or anything.” Anya stood frozen in place. Her eyes were wide as she looked to him.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it down. He shot her a grin while he reached for his jeans button. “Don’t tell me you’re shy? Underwear is the same.”

  Her eyes narrowed on him.

  Got her.

  He knew it was dirty, but any way he could get her near-naked with him, he’d go for it.

  Her shirt joined his, and his mouth went
dry. Her jeans followed, leaving her in a dark lace bra and panty set. He watched her take her hair and start braiding it.

  “Cat got your tongue or something?” She arched her beautifully sculpted eyebrow.

  “Nope.” He cleared his throat and slid his jeans down. His cock was rock-hard, pressing against his boxer briefs.

  Anya’s hands stalled. Her gaze was locked on his bulge. With a smirk, he closed the gap between them and tilted her chin upward.

  “My eyes are up here,” he teased.

  She sheepishly looked away. “Whatever,” she mumbled.

  “It may be cold at first, but it has a heater which will warm the water.” He climbed in first and turned back to Anya, holding out a hand.

  At the moment, he needed cold water. It could help calm down his damn dick.

  His gaze dropped down to the sheer material that covered her breasts, and he bit back a groan. Her nipples were erect and pushing beneath the thin material.

  She took his hand and allowed him to guide her in. The tub was big enough to fit six grown adults, but with him and Anya, it felt much smaller.

  He sat, glad for the water to hide his erection. Anya took a seat across from him and giggled.

  “Why are you so far from me?” he asked with a scowl. He needed Anya closer to him. Even though she was directly in front of him, it seemed like miles.

  “I don’t know?” She shrugged.

  “We’re going to fix that.” He reached out and snagged her foot.

  She shrieked while he tugged her over to him. He ignored the water sloshing around them once she landed on his lap. He turned her to straddle him, bringing her as close to him as possible.

  That was much better.

  The need for her grew in his chest, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He’d had a small taste, but he wanted it all.

  All of her.

  “Is this better?” Anya whispered.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes studied him then flickered up to his hair. She ran her fingers through the long strands, sending a chill down his body.

  He gripped her ass and brought her flush to his cock.

  She released a gasp.

  “What do you think?”

  Her gaze flickered back to his. “I think I like my new seat.”

  With a growl, he reached up and brought her face close to his. He slammed his mouth on hers, no longer able to resist.

  He swallowed her moan. The kiss was full of passion and heat. She shifted her pelvis, sliding her core along the length of him. He groaned and ran his hand up her back, finding the clasp of her bra. He undid the contraption, and with her help, they got rid of it.

  He tore his mouth from hers and stared at her breasts.

  They were perfect.

  He lifted a hand to one and cupped it, testing its weight. It filled his hand completely. He massaged the soft flesh, teasing Anya’s beaded nipple.

  “Dalton,” she moaned, her head thrown back.

  The sound of his name broke him from the spell of her magnificent breasts. He lifted it and took the mound in his mouth. He bathed her bud with his tongue, his cock growing even harder.

  Her fingers threaded their way into his hair as if to hold him in place.

  Little did she know, he had planned to savor every inch of her. Her skin was soft and reminded him of the sweetest peach.

  “Oh God,” she whispered when he moved to the other one.

  The water sloshed around them, but Dalton couldn’t care less.

  She pulled him up by his hair, tilting his head back to permit her to press her lips to his.

  He allowed her to control the kiss.

  Whatever she wanted—he would give her.

  He glided his hands down her soft body. He wanted to memorize every inch of her.

  Later.

  Because, after all, there would be more.

  His hand found her panties. He pushed the offending material down. With Anya’s help, they discarded them. Their lips barely moved away from each other.

  Dalton roamed his hands over Anya’s body. He couldn’t get enough of her lips, the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest, and he wanted more.

  He slid his fingers along her hip and reached her soft mound. He parted her folds and found her clit.

  “Dalton.”

  His name was drawn out in a long, tortured moan. Anya’s hips thrust toward his hand. He rubbed gentle circles around her delicate flesh.

  “What do you need, Anya?” he ground out, tearing his mouth from hers.

  Her small gasps heightened his arousal for her. His cock was pushing against his briefs. He bit out a curse that he hadn’t taken them off before he’d gotten into the water. There was no way he’d release Anya now.

  They would have to be creative.

  “I-I don’t know,” she whimpered. Her eyes were closed, and her skin practically glowed.

  The sight of her caught up in rapture was breathtaking. He applied even more pressure on her nub.

  He nipped her chin. “You know, Anya. Tell me.”

  He buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in her scent. It was one that he would only attribute to Anya.

  He eased his fingers farther into her slit, coaxing gasps and moans from her.

  “Dalton,” she ground out as she rode his hand.

  “Tell me,” he repeated. He wanted to hear Anya tell him what she wanted.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he welcomed the sting of pain.

  “You,” she admitted. “Inside me.”

  Fuck.

  He strummed her bundle of nerves until her body tightened. She released a cry. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him to her while she crested. He stroked her until she was left trembling on his lap.

  He reached down and pulled himself out of the front slit of his shorts. His cock sprang free and stood erect. The water, now warm, did nothing but help heighten his arousal.

  Dalton couldn’t take his eyes off Anya. He was actually slightly jealous of the way the water coated her skin. He watched a few drops trail down the side of her face before disappearing underneath her neck.

  “Lift up, baby. Can you do that?” he whispered.

  Her eyes flew open, and she met his gaze. She gave a slight nod and pushed up.

  Dalton gripped his engorged cock in his hand and lined up the head with her opening. The water helped with her slickness. He bit back a groan at the sensation of her pussy slowly accepting him.

  Their gazes remained locked as she slowly impaled herself on him.

  Dalton let out a breath once she was fully seated. Her eyes were wide and slightly dazed.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered.

  Dalton gripped her ass and tried to take in deep breaths.

  “So good,” she murmured.

  Anya rotated her hips, and he squeezed her.

  “Hold on to that thought.” He gave a shaky laugh.

  Hell, if she did that any more, this would be over before they’d even begun.

  Her lips curled up. Anya leaned down and pressed them against his. Her mouth opened for him immediately. He took over the kiss. It was more aggressive and desperate than before.

  Together they worked her up and down on his length. Dalton shuddered when her muscles tightened around him.

  He felt…home.

  Anya’s body was made for him.

  Their movements grew more frantic. Dalton didn’t care about the water spilling over the edge of the tub.

  Nothing could stop him right now.

  Anya’s body arched with every thrust. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Her head was thrust back, her breasts were pushed out toward him, and the way she rode him, it almost ripped the soul from him.

  At that moment, he’d let her have it, too.

  “Anya.” He chanted her name repeatedly.

  He felt the familiar sensation in his balls. An electric current shot through him. He gripped Anya tighte
r, driving her down harder on him. A growl escaped him. He loved how she eagerly took everything she needed.

  He slid a hand between the two of them and connected with her clit. It was swollen, and the minute his fingers made contact, Anya cried out.

  Their rhythm changed, speeding up while his climax built. He shifted the angle of his thrusts, grinding against her clit.

  “I need you to come with me, baby,” he commanded.

  He pinched her clit, and she denoted.

  A scream escaped her while her body shuddered.

  Dalton let go, allowing his orgasm to take him. He held Anya’s hips steady while he buried himself deep inside her.

  Her arms brought his face to her chest as he shouted with each hot spurt of his release.

  Dalton went still, his limbs unable to move. Anya cradled him, running her fingers through his hair while he came down from his euphoric journey.

  It wasn’t until Anya shifted on his lap that Dalton lifted his head from her chest.

  Anya looked relaxed and well-fucked. Her braid had come undone, and her hair fell along her shoulders in a dark cloud.

  “Want to continue this inside?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she answered immediately.

  Dalton barked a laugh at her enthusiasm, which turned into a groan when she lifted from him. His semisoft cock withdrew from her warm, slick cocoon.

  He needed to be back inside.

  He followed her out of the tub and hit the controls to turn it off.

  “Towels are over there.” He pointed over to a shelf along the wall of the gazebo.

  He quickly recovered the jacuzzi, not wanting to leave it open and risk animals getting to it.

  Anya wrapped a towel around herself and handed him one. She glanced down at his cock. It jerked to attention under her gaze.

  “Like what you see?” he joked, covering himself, closing the distance between them.

  She giggled, laying a hand on his chest. “As a matter of fact, I do. That dick of yours is something else, Mr. McNeil.”

  With a growl, he scooped her up into his arms and walked toward the house. Anya put her arms around him and held on tight.

  “Wait until you see what my tongue can do.”

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