Emerging Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

  “I got it,” I said, holding on to the pie. I nodded my head, indicating I would follow.

  The kitchen was small, ultra-modern with a stainless-steel black refrigerator, dishwasher, and oven. The room had a warm, cozy feeling to it, enhanced by the tantalizing aromas floating around. I put the pie on the kitchen island next to the sweet potato pie. Sheena was putting the wine on ice when I turned around.

  “Come here,” I said once she placed the wine bucket on the kitchen table.

  I was impatient. I didn’t wait for Sheena to walk to me. My long strides carried me across the room in four steps. “Damn, I missed you,” I said, pulling Sheena into my embrace. I grinned when she threw her arms around me and snuggled against my chest.

  “I missed you, too,” Sheena softly replied.

  “You smell good enough to eat.” I buried my nose into the thick, soft curls of her hair. It smelled like creamy coconut. I inhaled, and my arms squeezed a fraction tighter. Sheena sighed, her body melted into me. Every tightly-coiled muscle in my body relaxed.

  I slowly pulled away, and my gaze landed on her sexy plump lips. I loved that Sheena didn’t feel the need for mounds of makeup. Her lips shined with a nude gloss.

  “I need to kiss you,” I said thickly.

  Sheena nodded her consent. My head bent, and I brushed my lips softly against the apple of her cheek.

  “Blaze,” Sheena moaned. Her arms slid from my neck, and her fingers grasped the material of my shirt in her hands.

  “Do you know how much I need you, Sheena?” I grunted as my lips brushed with tantalizing slowness against her temple.

  “No,” Sheena moaned.

  “Well let me show you,” I replied, before capturing her lips with mine. Sheena gasped; my tongue thrust forward to mate with hers. I grunted low in my throat and pulled her body tighter against mine. Our tongues tangled; my cock grew harder, pressing against Sheena’s belly, demanding its release.

  Suddenly, a beeping noise penetrated the room. I growled my dissatisfaction when Sheena pulled away.

  “Sorry, I need to remove the macaroni and cheese from the oven. I don’t want us to be eating dry mac and cheese...” She said, walking over to the oven. Sheena donned a pair of turkey oven mitts before removing the square glass casserole dish. I couldn’t help but admire the apple shape of her ass. I adjusted my dick in my jeans, hoping it would deflate before dinner.

  “Thank you, my love, for this wonderful feast.” Sheena slipped into the chair I held out for her. Once Sheena was seated, I took a seat of my own.

  “I should be thanking you. My friend’s in-laws flew in from Washington to join them for Thanksgiving. They invited me to come along, but—” Sheena’s voice trailed off.

  “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain. My brother wanted me in Colorado with his family. I had to work, but even if I didn’t, I belong here with you,” I stated.

  Sheena’s mouth tilted upward. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

  “As I said, I wouldn’t want to be anyplace else. You can trust me on that, sweetheart.”

  “Good. Do you mind blessing the food?” Sheena asked.

  “Nope, I don’t mind at all.” I replied and reached across the table with palms upturned. Sheena placed her small hands in mine. For a moment, I reveled in the contrast of our skin. Her dark brown complimented my tan. Damn, we could have beautiful babies together, I fleetingly thought before bending my head and blessing the food.

  Dinner was as tasty as it smelled. Sheena and I talked throughout the meal. We learned more about each other than some people did during months of dating. I even confided in her about my years as a SEAL, and some of the tragedies I endured. I let her know that no matter the outcome, I couldn't bring myself to regret serving my country. Sheena focused on me whenever I spoke with rapt attention. I did the same when she spoke of her childhood and her journey into adulthood. Sheena admitted that her life had been idyllic until the loss of her parents.

  We both suffered battle wounds in our own way. I made up in my mind that we would heal together.

  Our first Thanksgiving together would forever be integrated into my memories. My time spent with the woman I had fallen in love with meant everything to me; it didn’t matter if it was too soon by some people's standards. I was emphatically in love.

  My soul wasn’t a stranger to Sheena’s. I felt this fact with every beat of my heart. In my spirit, I knew it was to her I belonged.

  Sheena

  After too much wine and food, Blaze helped me clean the kitchen and put the food away in plastic containers. I made him promise to take most of the food home when he left. Blaze had no trouble accepting it. He said the guys at the fire station would devour it within minutes.

  Now, Blaze and I sat before the fireplace with wine glasses in our hands. I let out a satisfied sigh. I was happy— I was happy even though the sorrow of missing my parents would always be with me.

  “What are you thinking about?” The abrupt sound of Blaze’s voice drew my gaze from the fire. My brown stare met his silvery gaze. The intense look in his eyes made my heart race.

  Blaze Kent was one of the sexiest men I had ever met. I let my gaze roam over the vast expanse of his shoulders, before moving down to his flat stomach. I already knew he was toned and had a six-pack under his shirt. My juices started to flow at the remembrance of the way he made love to me.

  Blaze's power was consuming and made my body crave things that I never thought I needed. I was never a sexual person before Blaze. My eyes feasted as I took in his light grey eyes, square jawline, and kissable mouth; it was like looking at a work of art.

  “I want to have my way with you, Sheena Davis.” It took an actual effort for me to breathe. I trembled when his hand gently caressed my cheek. My God, it wasn’t fair how one man could ooze that much sexiness; and he was gorgeous, too.

  “I’m yours if you want me.” I said.

  “Prove it.”

  The air whooshed from my lungs as Blaze reached out to draw me to him. His touch was direct but gentle as he combed his fingertips through the length of my hair. A flush rose over my body, and I thought I might swoon from his heated gaze.

  A soft moan rose in my throat, and I bit my bottom lip.

  “What do you want me to do to prove it?”

  “Take me to bed,” Blaze said; his sultry drawl had me squeezing my thighs together. Blaze stood and peered down at me. His height and the way he gazed in my direction were both overpowering and alluring at the same time. He reached out his hand, I reached up and took it, and he pulled me effortlessly to my feet.

  A shudder passed through my body. Blaze bent down, scooped my thickness in his arms, and said, “Direct me to your bedroom, sweetheart.” He then flashed me a tilted grin.

  “Go past the kitchen door, take a left, it’s the first room on the right,” I directed.

  Blaze made the quick walk to my bedroom. The lamp was already on and left my bedroom with a dim glow. My breathing was rapid; my heart thundered against my chest. He walked over to my full-sized bed and placed me gently on top. Blaze held my gaze; his nostrils flared with his heavy breathing. His stare caught mine; my body was on fire for Blaze’s touch. Blaze unlaced and kicked off his black Dr. Martens Jadon boots.

  “Damn, sweetheart,” he murmured as he lowered his mouth to mine. “You make me want more with a woman than I’ve wanted for a long time.”

  Blaze’s words caused me to wonder... Could the way I feel mean that I wasn’t alone in feeling these emotions? I had never thought about another man the way I felt about him in such a short time.

  “Fuck.” Blaze’s wine-scented breath brushed against my lips in a warm caress. “You taste delicious.” His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened my mouth to receive the twirl of his tongue. An electrical zing flared to life and sizzled throughout my body. “I’m gonna taste every inch of you, too.”

  Blaze removed my clothes with speed.

  “Blaze, you have on too muc
h clothes,” I pressed my breast against his chest. Blaze's body heat caused me to burn in a frenzy of desire.

  “I'll remedy that situation soon enough.” Blaze disengaged from my clutches, and I leaned back against the fluffy pillows and watched him strip. Blaze could have been a Calvin Klein model, if he so desired.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  My pussy quivered as I nodded my head.

  “Come on, sweetheart. I need words.”

  “Yes, I want you. So bad.”

  “Ever since I met you, Sheena, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you— craving you. I've wanted to kiss you, fuck you,” with those words Blaze wrapped his hand around his massive length and stroked. “Look how hard your nipples are. I want to suck them. Open your legs for me baby.”

  I did as Blaze ordered.

  Blaze made a sucking sound with his lips as his gaze slid over my body.

  “I want you, Blaze,” I said, and slid my hand between my thighs. My fingers landed against my clit; I gave the slick nub a rub and moaned.

  “Shit. You're sexy as fuck,” Blaze said before he was on me like a wild beast. His fingers brushed mine aside and delved into my wet sex, his other hand tweaked at my pointed nipples. I sucked in a breath that caused a wicked grin to spread across Blaze’s sensual mouth.

  “Your pussy is so tight, and sweet,” He grated out as his fingertips teased my wet folds. He brought them to his mouth to taste my juices.

  “Mm,” I moaned. A shudder vibrated through me, causing every part of my body to throb.

  “I love how wet you get for me. Are you ready for me, baby?” He dipped a third finger in, pushing it deeper. “Is your pussy dripping for me, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, mm, only for you, Blaze.”

  Blaze reached around to cup one palm over my ass while his other hand came up to cup my cheek and brought our lips together.

  Damn, Blaze was a sensual kisser. I could go on kissing him forever. I was so wet that my arousal dripped down my thighs.

  “Be mine, baby,” Blaze said, brushing his fingers against my cheek. My stomach muscles clenched at Blaze's deep, seductive words. More wetness seeped from between my slick folds. “I want to taste you, Sheena, my love.”

  “Taste me,” I urged, and trembled when Blaze kneeled between my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue was pure seduction. Raw lust sizzled in the air between us. My pussy muscles clenched and I begged for Blaze to fuck me. Hard. “Oh Blaze…” I moaned and panted. “Please fuck me.”

  Blaze's hand grabbed and squeezed my ass cheeks and slid around my waist. He licked, sucked, and teased me as I writhed faster and faster beneath him. My body trembled, my core began to throb, aching for the same attention he paid to my clit. “Tell me all this sweet pussy belongs to me. Tell me that you want only my cock deep inside of you.”

  Right now, in that moment, I was Blaze's. There would never be another who could make me feel that way. “This is your pussy, Blaze. I want your dick inside my pussy right now." My thighs squeezed his head between them and I raked my fingers through his spiky hair. “I'm all yours, Blaze.”

  Blaze made an animalistic noise low in his throat, and shoved his fingers through the slick, swollen folds as he manipulated my clit. I cried out; the electrical shocks sizzled inside my core. Blaze groaned into my pussy and muttered, “Cum for me, Sheena."

  I came on a rush and fell over the cliff of orgasmic pleasure.

  Before I could catch my breath, Blaze climbed over my body, placed his hardness at the wetness of my wet sex, and plunged. His velvety steel settled deep inside my pulsing core.

  Blaze's cock throbbed inside my wetness. He began to slide in and out of the slick, swollen folds of my pussy. His aroma of cologne, sweat, and masculinity clung to his skin, which made me feel dizzy with lust. Blaze slid two fingers between where we were joined to fiddle my clit, and I cried out in pleasure. My mouth parted in a gasp; Blaze bent his head, slammed his mouth on mine, taking in the sound. His tongue pushed past my lips.

  “I'm not gonna last much longer. Cum for me, baby,” Blaze muttered in my ear. “Let me feel your walls spurt all over my cock.”

  “Yes... Yes... mm, I'm cumming,” I cried out.

  “Fuck. You’re mine.” Blaze declared.

  “Yours,” I whispered against his mouth.

  I gripped onto the back of his corded neck; my fingers caressed Blaze’s hairline as he deepened the kiss. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and swiped it with his tongue. The pull on my lip caused my pussy to throb some more.

  “So fucking beautiful,” Blaze growled.

  Blaze buried his face against my breast and suckled my nipples so hard it became pain and pleasure. Blaze claimed me as his in every way. His strokes and soft kisses were like whispers. Every caress that he would make made me beg for his strokes, each time becoming bolder and longer. My pussy walls began to clench as the pad of his thumb rubbed back and forth against my clit. My grinding became erratic and I clung to Blaze as he continued to slam into me.

  “Fuck. I'm cumming, baby.” Blaze increased the pressure on my slick nub. My back bowed; a tremor vibrated from within my core. One last thrust and Blaze's essence erupted and splashed against my walls. Another orgasm accompanied his as I cried out in bliss.

  We were cloaked in our own universe filled with our sensuous pleasure.

  Blaze rolled over to his back and brought me to land on top of him. He caressed my back; his fingers trailed gently down my spine as he held me in his embrace.

  For a moment, Blaze held me in his arms, and we listened to the sounds of one another's heavy breaths. Blaze twisted my hair around one hand and gazed deep into my eyes. “I’m gonna love you so damn hard, Sheena Dixon.”

  I sighed and kissed his sensuous mouth.

  “Baby," Blaze’s expression softened, and pulled me tighter against his sweat slick skin. His gaze drilled into my soul, so full of love that it stole my breath away. “I’m yours, Sheena. I need you to be mine and only mine.”

  The heartfelt emotion in Blaze's voice touched me deeply. “I can be that for you, Blaze. I don't play around with a man's emotions. I need you to be the same or we won't work.” Blaze grabbed my hand and placed it against his lips. It was a comforting gesture...a healing gesture. I was hooked on Blaze, and there was no reason for me to lie to myself and pretend otherwise.

  “I love you, Sheena. I promise I'll be loyal. I don't want anyone else but you.”

  “I love you, Blaze,” I replied, and closed my eyes as I snuggled deeper into his embrace.

  9

  Sheena

  Christmas Eve

  A month had passed, and Blaze and I were still going strong. He had a demanding work schedule, but I was glad that Laura had invited me to spend the evening with her family. I kept Millicent out of the way while Roger and Laura prepared for Christmas Day.

  “Mama said Santa Clause is coming tonight!” four-year-old Millicent said. We sat in the middle of the floor on the plush carpet, stringing popcorn to put on the Christmas tree. Well, I was doing the stringing, and Millicent was doing the eating.

  I paused what I was doing and gave the little girl my attention.

  “Have you been a good girl this year?”

  “Daddy said I was his little angel. Angels are good, right?” Millicent asked. I smiled down at her. Millicent’s soft hair was braided back in two braids. She was dressed in a red and white checkered footie pajama set. Her head was bobbing in tune to Up on the Housetop playing from the radio in the background. She was simply adorable. Laura and Roger were blessed to have such a beautiful family.

  “Well, since you’ve been good, I bet Santa can’t wait to come. Are you leaving out milk and cookies?”

  “Mmhmm,” Millicent muttered, stuffing more popcorn in her mouth. “Mama let me help cut out the cookies like a snowman.”

  “Wow, You’re a great helper. I hope to have a little girl like you one day.”

  “Mmhmm.” Millicent beca
me quiet. She looked back towards the kitchen where Laura was prepping her Christmas dinner for tomorrow. Her golden-brown eyes looked at me, and she whispered, “Mama said your mama and daddy are celebrating Christmas in heaven, and that this would be your first Christmas without them. Mama said you got us now and we were your family.”

  Tears pricked my eyes from Millicent’s words.

  “Thank you for being my family. I love you guys,” I replied, with tears in my eyes.

  My heart swelled as Millicent threw her small body into my arms. I barely saved the bowl of popcorn by sitting it aside in time.

  “I love you too, Aunt Sheena!”

  Soon, the last of the popcorn was strung. “Do you want to help me wrap the popcorn strings around the tree?”

  “Yay!” Millicent shouted, jumping up and down.

  “Okay, but we need to do this before your bedtime,” I said, noticing the time on the wall clock.

  “Okay,” Millicent replied.

  The lights twinkled on the tree and gave the room a magical effect. I hadn’t put up a Christmas tree this year— I just couldn’t bring myself to; but that didn’t stop me from enjoying my friend’s decorations.

  “The tree is beautiful,” I said as I looked up at the golden angel on the tree’s top.

  “It sure is, and the popcorn strings add a nostalgic effect,” Laura said, coming into the room. “Time for bed, kiddo,” she added.

  “Are you going to stay the night, and spend Christmas with us, Aunt Sheena?” Millicent asked, glancing up at me with pleading eyes.

  I would have loved the idea of staying overnight with Laura and her family to save myself from being alone. But, thankfully, I didn’t have to be alone. Blaze was picking me up when he left work and driving me over to his place. I had even packed an overnight bag that was sitting by the front door.

  “No, Milli, your Aunt Sheena has other plans,” Laura gave me a cheeky smile and a knowing glance.

  My cell phone took that moment to alert me of an incoming text message from Blaze.