Forbidden Attraction: A Contemporary Romance Box Set

by K. C. Crowne

  “Yes, so many possibilities,” he said, a smile spreading across his face.

  My insides grew warm, and my panties were getting wetter by the second. Every time he looked at me, I thought they might melt against me. My cheeks and chest flushed red, and not from embarrassment, but from the fire growing inside of me.

  “I’m going to be frank with you, Colin,” I said, taking another delicious bite. “It’s been months since I’ve been with a man, and prior to that, I’d only ever been with my ex. Meaning, it doesn’t take much to make me blush, I’m afraid.”

  “That’s alright. I think it’s cute when you blush,” he said, tipping his champagne flute at me as he took a long swallow. “One reason I’m a fan of redheads with pale skin. You can often see how they feel about you just by the color of their cheeks.”

  “And what do my cheeks tell you right now,” I said.

  “That you’re thinking the same things I’m thinking but are too afraid to make a move and that you’d be terrified if I did.”

  “So are you a psychiatrist or just a psychic?” I teased.

  I was trying to be playful, but it was hard to control the growing need in me. For days now, I’d pretended like I didn’t want the man, but there we were, in his hotel room, and the more time I spent with him, the harder it was to maintain control of myself.

  And part of me wasn’t even sure I wanted to control myself.

  “Neither,” he said, leaning back in his chair as if to get a better look at me. “I’m just a man who’s good at what I do.”

  “And what do you do?” I asked. “Besides being a doctor, of course.”

  “Well, let’s just say I’m known for my skills with women.”

  “Oh? Are you now? Doesn’t that sound a bit too cocky, even for you?” I chuckled.

  He shrugged. “Cocky? Maybe. But it’s the truth.”

  “Uh huh,” I laughed. I leaned back against my chair and looked at him, really looked at him. He was gorgeous beyond belief, everything a woman would want in a man, and there he was bragging about his skills in the sack. Curiosity was beginning to get the best of me. I honestly wasn’t sure my vibrator would be able to quench the desire burning in my belly.

  “What? You don’t believe me?” he asked, giving me a seductive stare. “You know, you could find out for yourself if you wanted to.”

  I let out a deep breath, relaxing my shoulders as I came to decision.

  “Alright then,” I tell him. “What do I have to do to see for myself if you’re really as great with women as you say you are.”

  “Oh, I think you know, Hope,” he said, standing up.

  I stood along with him without even realizing it and we closed the distance between us in the blink of an eye. I had nothing left to say to him, only things I wanted to do. I gave myself permission to do everything I wanted, consequences be damned. I’d deal with the emotional fallout later.

  His hands stroked my face as our lips met, and this time, our kissing was full of fire and passion. His tongue pushed past my lips, and for a second, I couldn’t even breathe. It was like he’d sucked the air right out of me. A tingling ran from my lips down lower, running all the way down to my most sensitive regions. His hands seemed to follow that feeling, gently moving lower and lower. His fingers grazed my nipples, causing me to whimper against his mouth. Sensing that I liked it, he circled my nipples gently through the sheer material of my dress, teasing me.

  “Do you want me?” he growled, his breath warm against my face.

  “Yes, Colin,” I said.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said. “I need to hear it.”

  The words caught in my throat as I looked deep into his eyes. I wasn’t used to asking for what I wanted, or being told what to do in the bedroom, so to have someone so bluntly ask me was both hot as hell and terrifying.

  “I don’t know,” I whispered.

  “You don’t know?” he cocked an eyebrow as he pinched my nipples, and I moaned, my eyes fluttering open and shut. “You don’t know if you want to fuck me or not?”

  “Oh yes,” I whimpered, my knees feeling like they might give out at any moment.

  “Say it,” he said.

  I looked away from him, but he took my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze.

  “Say it, Hope,” he said. “Unless you don’t want to --”

  “I want to,” I said. Taking a deep breath, I blurted out exactly what he wanted to hear. “I want to fuck you, Colin. Please.”

  Before I could finish my plea, Colin scooped me into his arms, lifting me straight off my feet and letting them dangle above the floor. He lifted me up in those big, strong arms, and kissed me harder than he had before. His body pressed against mine and I felt him through his slacks. Just feeling his erection pressed hard against me send a shudder through my entire body.

  He felt enormous. Thick and long. I melted into his arms, rubbing my body against him. Yearning to be even closer.

  I needed him inside of me, and quickly. My body suddenly needed him every bit as much as it needed food when my sugar was dipping.

  Colin moved over to the bed, carrying me over with him like I weighed nothing at all. He put me back on my feet in front of the bed, his mouth moving to my neck. He growled into my ear.

  “Let’s get you undressed and give you want you want then.”

  It didn’t take long at all for him to remove my dress. He was practically ripping it off of me, his movements fast and fierce. It was as if he couldn’t wait a second longer. He tossed my dress to the floor and with his rough hands, turned me around so I was facing away from him. He removed my bra, letting it fall to the floor as well and wrapped his arms around me. His hands held onto my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze as he pulled me against him. I ground myself into him, feeling his hardness pressed against my ass.

  I trembled in anticipation and a wave of nervousness. What if I didn’t measure up? What if we’d had all this buildup and sexual tension between us and it ended up being a bust?

  “Please --” I whimpered as he sucked on my neck.

  Roughly, he pulled my panties down, exposing my entire body to him at last. He was still clothed, however, and I needed to remedy that fast.

  “Lie down on the bed,” he demanded. “And if you’re a good girl, you’ll get your reward.”

  No one had ever been so stern with me before and hearing those words and tone of voice from him sent shivers down my spine, making the flames between my thighs burn even brighter.

  I didn’t even hesitate to do what he told me. I moved toward the bed, sitting upon it at first.

  “I said lie down,” he said, both firm and gentle at the same time.

  I laid back against the thick down comforter, resting my head on a pillow. Colin’s gaze moved over me, and he stood there at the foot of the bed, drinking me in. I’d never felt as beautiful as I did in that moment, from just the weight of his gaze on me and the desire I saw reflected in his eyes.

  Colin lifted up his polo shirt, slowly removing it, teasing me in the process. My mouth was watering, and my pussy was growing wetter every second he made me wait.

  He exposed his six pack abs, hard and toned as an underwear model’s. Jesus, I thought to myself. I knew he’d been ripped, but seeing him like that, in the flesh, made me realize he was in even better shape than I’d thought.

  As he pulled the shirt off over his head, my eyes moved up toward his chest where soft, dark hair ran from his bellybutton up to his chest. Not too much hair, but just enough soft fuzz to run my fingers through. I couldn’t wait to have my hands all over his body.

  I started to lean forward, to move toward him, but he shook his head.

  “Did I say you could move?” his voice was a low rumble.

  “No,” I said, my voice coming out weak. I laid back down.

  “Good girl,” he said with a smile that could make any woman weak in the knees. “Let me finish getting undressed, then you can touch me.”

 
He smirked at me as I nodded, fearing my voice wouldn’t work properly if I tried to speak.

  Colin yanked at his belt, whipping it off and tossing it to the side with a snap. From there, he unzipped his pants, and slid them down his hips at a snail’s pace. He enjoyed doing it, I realized. He loved teasing me. Loved to see the pleading and desperation in my eyes.

  His pants fell to the ground, and he stood there in black boxer briefs that hugged his erection. The outline of it against the tight material caused me to gasp. He was just so big, I almost couldn’t believe it.

  His fingers traced along the top of his boxers, and he watched me, smiling mischievously.

  I wasn’t prepared for the moment that he pulled his boxers down, exposing himself to me for the first time. No, nothing could have prepared me for the monstrous cock inside of his pants. Not even feeling it beforehand had given me an accurate picture of what he was packing.

  My eyes were wide as saucers, and my jaw was on the floor. I stared, my insides twisting and turning, in both anticipation and fear -- would he be able to fit that inside of me? Would it hurt?

  He was longer than average, and thick

  Maybe a sane woman would have second thoughts, but not me. My body wanted him more than anything it had ever craved before.

  Colin moved toward the edge of the bed, crawling on his hands and knees toward me. He spread my legs apart, dotting kisses along my inner thighs that sent white hot sparks shooting through my entire body. My back arched upward as he got oh so close to my most sensitive parts.

  When his tongue pressed between my lower lips, flicking at my clit, I thought I might lose it. I cried out, trembling in pleasure and need as he continued kissing and teasing me, never getting too close, and keeping me right on the edge.

  I ran my hands through his hair, and unintentionally, pulled him against me. My pussy ached to be filled by him. As if he could read my mind, Colin’s tongue slipped inside of me. My toes curled up, and I cried out in pleasure from just that simple act. When he began fucking me with his tongue, things got even more intense and my moans grew even louder.

  I held onto the back of his head, my nails digging into his scalp. All the teasing and tormenting meant I was already close to orgasm. I felt my climax growing inside of me.

  “I’m close. OH God, Colin, I’m going to--”

  Before I could finish that thought however, my body began convulsing. I cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Colin grabbed onto my hips, holding me in place as he continued licking my pussy as I came. Finally, when the last wave of ecstasy passed over me, I relaxed into the bed, removing my hands from his head. He lifted himself from between my legs, his face and lips soaking wet from my juices. He licked his lips, smiling up at me with a pleased look on his face.

  My legs were shaking from the aftershocks of the orgasm, and I couldn’t believe how fucking amazing he was with his tongue. It was unreal how hard I came from the simplest of actions.

  And to think, we were only getting started.

  Colin

  God, she’d tasted amazing. I always loved pleasing a woman with my mouth. I reveled in being able to make her come all over my face with my tongue deep inside of her, but Hope’s orgasm was on a whole different level. She was so wet, so sweet. And her moans were like music to my ears.

  I needed to hear more of them, and fast.

  My cock was dripping pre-cum already, and while I wanted nothing more than to bury myself deep inside of her. I also knew that I had to be careful. As a doctor, I could never shut that part of my brain off unfortunately. My knowledge was always with me and I knew the risks involved with unsafe sex. Not just the possibility of diseases, but pregnancy as well. Sure, most women took birth control pills or used other forms of contraception, but I was more comfortable being in control of matters myself.

  Thankfully, I always came prepared with condoms. I had a few in my wallet, which was on my nightstand. I wasn’t in any hurry, however. I wanted to enjoy it, to make sure Hope was ready to come for me again.

  I loved making my women come over and over again. To me, that was the best part of sex; knowing that I was making them feel good. Hope’s sounds and the way her body trembled was so sexy though, it was hard not to rush straight into Act Two.

  But no, I was nothing if not patient. Besides, the anticipation was good for me too. Made my own orgasm that much more intense the longer I waited and tormented myself.

  I moved up Hope’s body, kissing and taking time to savor each of her nipples, making sure that I gave them equal attention. Her nipples were highly sensitive, only the lightest touch of my tongue and she was writhing underneath me, pressing herself upward against me as if desperate for my cock.

  “Please, Colin,” she whimpered, “I need you inside me.”

  And I needed to be inside of her, to feel her body wrapped around mine as I penetrated her, stretching her tight little hole with my thick cock. I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted anything more than I wanted her in that moment. I moved up, kissing her deeply, letting my tongue explore her mouth as she wrapped her arms around me.

  I reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for my wallet. Hope watched, curiously, but didn’t say anything. When I pulled out the condom, her eyes lit up as if finally, she knew she was going to get what she wanted.

  I ripped open the condom wrapper and with one hand, reached down and slid it over my member.

  Hovering above Hope, I locked eyes on hers. I loved seeing a woman’s face as I buried myself inside of her. I knew I was endowed, thicker than average. It required me to be gentle, to make sure the woman was ready for me. Hope had been thoroughly soaked with her own juices, and my saliva, but still, I was cautious.

  I teased her opening with just the tip of my cock, and she was the one who helped close the distance. She thrust her body upward, taking more of me inside of her. Her eyes grew wide as she gasped, her cheeks flushed as she sucked in a sharp breath and held it for a second.

  “I’ll be gentle,” I told her, stroking her cheek as I fought the urge to thrust into her all at once.

  Hope bit her lip and said, “Please, don’t be.”

  I chuckled, allowing myself to go in even further. Her body shuddered underneath mine and she cried out.

  “More! Please, Colin. I need you.”

  She seemed ready and wanted it, so I finally decided to go for it. I thrust into her, penetrating her tight pussy as deeply as I could. She screamed out, her face contorted into a look of pain mixed with bliss as she stared up at me. There was an expression of awe and surprise stretched across her face.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “God, yes. I’m more than okay. It’s fucking amazing.”

  “Good,” I said, slowly rocking my hips.

  Her lips gripped my cock tightly, almost too tightly. With all the buildup, I wasn’t sure I would last. She grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me down to her, kissing me as I tried to keep myself from blowing my load right away.

  Her hands moved from my head down to my back, her nails raking into my flesh as our bodies began to move to their own rhythm. The bed was creaking as my movements became more and more intense. Hope’s whimpers and moans were too much for me, and I felt my balls tighten against my body.

  No, Colin, hold it together, I told myself. I slowed my pace and went for shallower strokes, but Hope wasn’t having it. She gripped my ass, pressing her fingers hard into my flesh and thrust herself upward, taking me deep inside of her.

  “Hope, I’m gonna --”

  I could hardly speak through my clenched teeth. I was fighting so hard not to come. Not just yet. I needed her to get off at least once more. I couldn’t lose control, I needed to keep it together for her.

  “Me too,” she said, breathless, her voice higher pitched than normal. “Oh God, Colin, I’m --”

  She screamed loud enough that I was sure the other guests in the hotel heard her, but God, it was music to my ears. And feel
ing her body beneath me, quivering in pleasure, her pussy spasming around my cock, it was all too much for me.

  I held out for as long as I could, and another orgasm seemed to hit Hope, hard. Her pussy was once again convulsing around my dick, milking me for my seed. And I couldn’t hold out another minute.

  With her legs wrapped around me, holding me against her, I buried myself balls deep inside of her and exploded into the condom. I imagined that there was no rubber, and that as my dick throbbed and pulsed, my seed was filling her up. In my moment of pleasure, I imagined one of my biggest fantasies -- my seed filling her up instead of the rubber and finding one of her eggs. No, I knew that wasn’t practical or a good idea, but I wanted it so fucking badly. It was a primal need to put my baby inside of her.

  And it felt so fucking good. Our bodies came together, our moans blending into each other until every last ounce of my cum was inside of the condom. Hope was once again relaxed and sunk down into the bed as I slipped out of her.

  As much as I enjoyed the fantasy of getting her pregnant, I knew to be careful. We hardly knew each other and while I wanted children one day, I didn’t want to burden someone with my kids. They needed to want them too, and I wanted us to be a family. Not just strangers hooking up in a foreign country.

  Once I tossed the condom into a nearby trash can, I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. Her legs were twitching, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was still shaking from the orgasms I’d given her.

  Pushing her hair from her face, I stared deep into her eyes. She looked back at me, sleepily and I smiled. Most of the time when I hooked up with somebody, I might be inclined to keep things from getting too intimate -- mostly by ending the evening with false platitudes and promises to call them later. I didn’t have the heart though -- or the desire -- to ask her to leave.

  Kissing her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips, I said, “Please stay with me tonight.”

  “I don’t think I could walk back to my hotel room even if I wanted to,” she said, giggling softly. “My legs are still shaking.”