Overheated (2 page)

Chapter 2

Striding into his office, Dash nudged the door shut with his foot before depositing his armful of woman on the leather sofa. The poor little thing was coming around now, moaning and rolling her head. He got an ice-cold lime soda out of his fridge and popped the top. Easing her up with one brawny arm behind her head, he put the can to her lips.

“Try to take a sip, honey,” he murmured, keeping his voice to a deep, soothing rumble..

She managed to swallow some soda as he tipped the can repeatedly, eyes fluttering open as the sugar started to hit her system. She gazed at him with such trust, letting him support her head, his hand buried in her silky hair.

She had the most beautiful hair, he thought absently, so soft and baby fine. The golden wisps moved with each breath because he was so close to her, but he couldn’t move away. Not now, maybe not ever. She needed him now, not only to protect her, but to show her how much pleasure a man could bring to his woman. And make no mistake, she was going to be his.

It might take some time to convince her, but he was in her life to stay. The only thing that could stop him was if she said no. Then he would back off, but he had seen the hint of warmth behind the shyness in her eyes, and he didn’t think she would refuse him if he could just find the right approach. He sometimes caught her watching him, and the combination of curiosity and feminine heat in those big, dark eyes was enough to drive him out of his mind.

* * * *

Sara pushed herself up against the back of the couch, taking the cold can of soda from Dash’s hand and sipping cautiously. She studied the can, refusing to look at her most perfect fantasy on his knees before her.

Her hands were trembling, but it wasn’t from fear now. Not with Dash so near that she could count his lush, black eyelashes. Those angel-blue eyes had lured her in the very first day. Eyes like that, a deep, dark voice, and the widest shoulders of any man she had ever seen. It was overkill. And he towered over her five-four frame by nearly a foot.

The shivers that his large size caused in her were not from fear, though—not remotely.

Sara had been hiding her deep attraction for him, knowing firsthand how the act didn’t live up to the advertising in the sex game. Oh, Martin had seemed to enjoy it well enough, but not Sara. It was only one of the reasons she had finally left Martin. He had blamed her for the failure, and she had believed he was right. She wasn’t like other women, he said. She was too delicate, too refined to be truly passionate, he said, and he liked her that way.

But she didn’t like it, didn’t feel comfortable with it, and so she had left, thinking to live alone. The idea held some appeal. Martin couldn’t seem to understand that she was serious about their break-up, so she eventually changed cities, changed jobs, and generally tried her best to disappear. Out of sight, out of mind, she was hoping.

But when she looked at her new boss, or stood close enough to feel the heat from his big body, or smelled his musky male scent when he came in from his morning run, she didn’t feel refined. She felt...overheated. She was starting to wonder if maybe she had been wrong about her lack of reaction as a woman. The warmth of her constant response to this man felt strangely good after a lifetime of feeling cold. And his nearness now was making those new sensations so hard to ignore.

* * * *

Dash took the empty soda can and set it aside. His eyes never left Sara. He watched her pull herself up, trying to put some mental distance between them again, and his instincts rebelled. He had carried her back to his cave, and he was keeping her. He felt just that primitive about it. She belonged to him, and it was time to let her know it.

He leaned in close to her face, and when her wide, dark eyes flew to his, he smiled slowly, reassuringly. He touched his lips to hers gently, so gently, brushing back and forth over her soft mouth. He settled in right there, taking his time.

She was effectively trapped between the sofa and his body, unable to move away, so he took care not to frighten her. He just continued to move his mouth over hers, waiting long moments until she sighed before he deepened the kiss.

When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Sara went limp from the shocking pleasure. He’s tasting, she thought incoherently. He’s tasting me. And his own taste was dark after the bright lime of the soda. His unexpected tenderness was compelling, coming from such a big, utterly masculine man. Her thoughts grew hazy as she surrendered to a depth of feeling she had never before experienced.

Dash felt her tense muscles relaxing, felt her leaning into his kiss, and his cock leaped to full hardness. He almost groaned aloud at the rush, knowing he was way ahead of her, knowing he might have to coax her along. If that bastard ex was the kind of idiot Dash thought he was, little Sara probably hadn’t felt much pleasure with him.

Maybe she had never known pleasure with a man at all. That would make her almost a virgin in Dash’s eyes. His heart was suddenly pounding in his chest. He could show her how it should be, give her a pleasure she had never imagined. And he would start now.

Smoothing his hands up her sides, he cupped her breasts in his big hands and squeezed gently, lightly massaging her sweet flesh. He played with her breasts, rubbing and chafing her nipples through the two layers of fabric. Her low moan almost made him come. Christ, where was his fabled control when he needed it most? He had never been so close to losing it, and he had barely kissed her.

Sara squirmed against the butter soft leather, and her knees parted. Wasting no time, Dash moved between them, forcing them further apart to accommodate his large frame. He wondered if she would pull away, but her head fell back and her legs rose to embrace him, sliding against his hips and pulling him closer to her heat.

God, he could smell the luscious scent of her arousal. It made him salivate thinking of putting his mouth to that sweet pussy. He would push his stiff tongue inside her beautiful body and tease her until she screamed his name. His hands were already pushing her skirt up on her thighs, pulling her damp panties down and off. He buried his face against her, deeply inhaling her delicious fragrance.

Her gasp became a groan as his agile tongue swiped along her slit, swirling around the swollen rosy button at the top. He plunged his tongue inside her, stabbing deep again and again. Sara’s head tossed against the sofa. She seemed lost and burning in the pleasure he provided, and when he pushed two long fingers into her and his suckling mouth fastened around her aching clit, she exploded, bucking and wetting his chin with her cream.

Dash kept his fingers moving gently in and out of her body, to keep her aroused, to keep her hot. He licked his lips, savoring the sweet musk of her as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. He couldn’t resist squeezing once and a drop of pre-cum oozed down the wide, flared head.

He fitted himself to her slick opening and pushed hard, stretching her wide, penetrating in short digs until he was seated deeply within her hot channel. She moaned once and was still. Her eyes were open, dark and dazed with pleasure, locked on his, and his control broke.

He slammed forward, hammering into her soft pussy, groaning with every inward thrust. He was doing her so hard her small breasts were bouncing, and a distant part of his brain recognized that it was too much too soon, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

His reaction to her had been intense and almost ungovernable from the first moment when she walked into his office to interview with Carolyn for the job. His body had responded urgently and immediately to her presence, and four months of that daily torture had made him hotter than he could remember being in his life.

Dash adjusted his angle suddenly, making Sara cry out at the flash of pure fire that now accompanied every thrust. Her body arched up rhythmically into his. Little gasping cries escaped her throat.

He pushed down fiercely, and his release shot out of him. It boiled up from his balls like a volcano, thick and scalding hot. He pumped into her over and over, filling her up with his cum.

He heard her shriek as her teeth scraped his shoulder and was fiercely glad she was with him. He hung over her, panting.

Sara went limp beneath him, and his unruly cock jumped inside her, still hard. After so many months of waiting, no way was this going to be over so quickly. He pulled his cock out of her hot core, his eyes riveted as a flood of cum followed his exit, trailing down toward her anus. Christ, everything about this woman turned him on so hard.

Sara whimpered as he pulled away, felt their combined juices sliding out of her body. She felt dazed, aroused. Hardly able to comprehend what had happened. She began to giggle as a thought struck. Sara James had orgasmed with a man in the room.

Dash looked on worriedly as Sara laughed harder. He drew her into his arms, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Baby, are you hysterical? Because it’s not always like that.”

“Like what?” she asked, stifling another giggle.

“It’s not always so fast, so hard. I can be slow, baby, so slow you won’t remember a time when I wasn’t inside you, the rise to pleasure so gentle, you’ll beg for it before you get it.” His voice was rich and deeply seductive. “I don’t want you to get the idea that sex is always going to be rushed between us.” He seemed to be determined they would be having more of these intimate encounters together.

Sara rubbed her nose in his chest hair, inhaling his male scent. “If it always was fast with you, I’d be okay with that,” she said simply, feeling the instant tension invading his muscles at her comment. “It wasn’t awful before but I’ve never—that is, I don’t—he always said it was my fault that I didn’t feel…”

“Baby,” Dash interrupted, understanding where this was heading, “he was an ass. There’s nothing wrong with you, except you’re so damn sexy you fry my brain to a crisp and make my dick explode. Even when I’ve just had you, I’m hard as stone and dying to get inside you again. I know I took you a little rough, baby, but I’ll be so gentle next time.” Dash brushed his lips over her cheek, nuzzling against her ear and feeling her tremble.

Sara whispered something, her face buried in his chest.

“What was that, honey girl? I didn’t hear you.”

She spoke again, but her mouth was pressed against his throat and the words were indistinct.

“Baby, you can keep doing that as long as you want, but I still can’t hear you,” Dash said, rubbing his big hands up and down her back, smoothing her soft body against him. He flexed his fingers into her rounded hips, pulling her closer.

* * * *

“You didn’t kiss my breasts,” Sara repeated absently, licking his chest, tasting his sweat. Images of his carnal mouth on her breasts had kept her awake more than one night in the past four months, wondering if it could possibly feel as good as her midnight dreams insisted it would. His cock pushed insistently against her thigh, and all she could think of was how close he was to her hungry core.

“That was an oversight for sure,” Dash agreed immediately. He shifted Sara suddenly so that she was straddling his body, his fully engorged cock pushing aggressively against her soft, wet heat. His mouth fastened onto her nipple and he sucked hard as he pressed firmly up into her creamy body. Their moisture eased his way, but it was still a snug fit.

Sara writhed around his hardness, panting and clutching his damp shoulders. His big body stretched her swollen sensitive folds as he pushed in to the hilt. It was almost unbearable, too much sensation, too hot, too tight, too perfect.

“Oh, Dash, oh, God.” She gasped when he licked her stiff red nipples. Back and forth, from one to the other, all the time his cock was moving slowly in her, rubbing the big head against her womb. She could feel him so deep, so hard inside her, it was impossible to keep a thought in her head. He penetrated her, surrounded her, consumed her, and she had never felt so possessed or so free in her life.

Gasping, crying, she begged him for pleasure, and he gave her everything. He worked his big cock, pistoning inside her hot sheath, making her so excited her juices seeped down to wet his balls.

* * * *

Dash was going crazy from the taste and feel of her in his arms at last. Their headlong rush into the flames was making him lose his reason.

They were moving together, faster and faster, until finally he was pounding up into her and she was slamming down to meet his powerful thrusts. Grinding her clit against his pubic hair, she came in a screaming rush.

Dash roared out his release and flooded her with his hot seed. He came and came until he almost lost consciousness with the force of his pleasure. Damn, what this woman could do to him.

Long moments later, when he had recovered enough to breathe without gasping, Dash gently disengaged their bodies and eased Sara down to the leather sofa. She was breathing slowly and looked to be asleep.