His Willing Prey (Cinco de Mayo) Read online

  Joaquin chuckled. “I think someone’s a little impatient.”

  “Yeah, well, if you’d done this years ago, maybe you would still have your shirt.” Dawn knew she’d be mortified later, but now, she couldn't muster the energy to do anything other than make sure Joaquin got naked, and in a hurry. Seeing his body in all its muscled glory was her only thought, and she didn’t intend to wait a second longer than she absolutely had to.

  His jeans followed his shirt—- with the button intact—and he finally—finally—stood before her in all his naked glory. Dawn just sat back on her ass, looking at him like a starving kid staring at a lollipop. The man was absolutely scrumptious! That cock of his looked as if he was ready to invade with extreme prejudice, to use a military turn of phrase—something Dawn could get wholeheartedly behind—or in front, or on top.

  Muscles bunched beneath lightly hair-dusted skin. Veins roped his arms as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He looked like he was about to attack. She shivered, wishing he would. Every inch of his bare skin made her all too aware of her own overdressed state. Although the central air was pumping and working just fine, she still felt as if she was burning up.

  She had time to whip her shirt over her head before he started on her skirt, almost tearing the delicate material in his haste. His hands were rough, calloused. A man’s hands. A sure sign that all that muscle was from good old-fashioned hard work, not hours in the gym. This was a man who earned his body with his own blood, sweat, and tears.

  Lying back on the bed, Dawn lifted her hips as he tugged her panties off and stood there looking at her. Lust burned hot in those deep brown eyes. Possessiveness unlike anything she’d ever witnessed seared straight to her soul. If there had ever been any doubt she belonged to him, the fierce longing in his eyes erased it. Damn him for waiting so long to make this night a reality.

  “Never in my wildest dreams—and believe me, I’ve had some wild ones—did I imagine you’d look so damned perfect.” Joaquin murmured the words as if thinking out loud. “Miles and fucking miles of the richest chocolate toffee skin...” He trailed off as he dipped his head to her and kissed her belly just below her navel.

  Dawn jumped and had to bite her lip to keep from squealing. Her muscles twitched at the contact. She almost felt like a virgin! It was totally ridiculous, but this was her dream come true. This was Joaquin! And unless she was completely and totally mistaken, he was going to fuck her brains out.

  Chapter Three

  Dawn had always been beautiful to him, an ideal of femininity with curves in all the right places and the sweetest smile on Earth. Looking at her now, he had no idea how on God’s green earth he’d kept his hands off her this long. She was perfection. Sex and seduction wrapped in a package so innocent, it made his balls ache. Full high breasts with the longest, prettiest nipples every created just begged for his mouth to cover them. Oh God, he was so hard he hurt.

  When he didn’t move toward her, she began to fidget. He liked to watch her squirm a little. That perfect blend of innocence and siren made him want to keep her like that forever. He wanted her on the edge; it would make the taking so much sweeter.

  “Are you going to stand there all day looking at me, or are you going to get down to business?”

  She tried hard not to let her nervousness show—Joaquin could see it in those expressive eyes. Of course, her voice was raspy with need, giving her usual tone an edge he’d never heard from her before. He’d be hearing it again, though, very often if he could help it. He had to smile. He couldn't help it. “I just might. I love what I see.”

  “So do I, but I’ve been wanting this a really long time and...”

  Joaquin laughed as he covered her smaller body with his own big one. Fuck! He loved how soft and yielding her body was to him. It was as if her body welcomed him by fitting to his perfectly. Oh yes, she was his. In every way, she was his.

  “I’ve waited too, baby. But not anymore. Never again.”

  He kissed her again, taking more time to explore and drive her to heights of pleasure with just his lips and tongue. He wanted her needy, edgy, needing him and the pleasure only he could give her. He wanted to be branded on her heart the way she was on his.

  Full breasts mashed pleasantly against his harder chest. He felt the stab of her nipples against him like tiny heated beads. She squirmed, rubbing her breast across his chest when he shifted his weight to settle himself more comfortably in the cradle of her hips. His cock pressed insistently against her bare cunt. He thrust rhythmically against her, rubbing his cock through her pussy lips and over her clit. Her moisture eased the way, coating them both and preparing her for him. He loved the way she moaned under him, thrusting her pelvis up to increase the friction between them.

  Joaquin wasn’t a small man. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, especially this first time. So, when she tilted her pelvis upward to take him, he pulled away slightly but kept kissing her.

  He hooked her leg around his waist and kept rocking against her, working her clit as best he could, knowing she needed him. Still, it wasn’t enough. Not yet. He wanted her wild for him, begging him to take her.

  Dawn gripped his buttocks in both hands now, urging him on. She tried several times to take him inside her, but he kept pulling back, not wanting the anticipation to end just yet. She wasn’t ready. Not like he wanted her to be.

  When he pulled away yet again, Dawn squealed in frustration and nipped his bottom lip. Joaquin chuckled.

  “What’s the matter, sweet Dawn?”

  “You know good and well what the problem is, Joaquin! Why won’t you get inside me?”

  “Because,” he kissed her throat, “I’m not ready to end this just yet. And once I’m inside you, there will be no stopping.”

  He moved down her body then, cupping her breasts in both hands and pushing them together to lick the peaks as one. Dawn arched her back and whimpered, tangling her fingers in his hair. Joaquin loved the way she clung to him, how every touch she gave him was yet another way to hold him to her. Her legs clamped around his waist and she thrust against his belly as he suckled each breast, licked the undersides tenderly, and finally moved lower. He swore he could feel more moisture seeping from her to cover his cock.

  Prying her limbs from around his body, he dipped his tongue into her navel and circled once.

  “Dear God, don’t you dare stop, Joaquin!” Her fingers pulled his hair now, and she pushed him farther down her body. He knew what she needed and didn’t hesitate to give it to her.

  Parting her nether lips, Joaquin dove in without hesitation. Delving his tongue inside her cunt, he licked a path to her clit before sucking the sensitive little bundle of nerves between his lips. He moaned as her tangy sweet taste burst on to his tongue. Dawn screamed then, her fingers tightening in his hair and holding him to her. Damn, he loved that, loved the fact he was making her this wild and crazy. Her body clenched, and a gush of moisture greeted him for his efforts. Still Dawn thrashed underneath him, needing more. And he was only happy to provide.

  When she started to calm after the explosion, Joaquin moved back up her body and, once again, urged her legs around his waist. With shaking fingers, he guided himself just inside her entrance. The large head slid inside with little resistance, but he didn’t move. Not yet. He had something to say first.

  “What are you waiting for, Joaquin?” Sweat beaded Dawn’s forehead and upper lip. “I need this.” She looked so beautiful, her eyes wide and dilated in her lust. Hell, who was he kidding? She looked beautiful all the time, but to know he was the one she desperately needed made him feel like the most powerful man in the universe.

  “Nothing, Dawn.” He smiled at her. “I have everything I’ve been waiting for my entire life right here in my arms.”

  And he slid home in one graceful, smooth stroke.

  *******

  Dawn sighed at the full, tight feeling. She burned, but in the most delicious way. She shuddered as he took a moment to settle hims
elf before moving in a slow, leisurely motion. As he began thrusting in a slow glide, Dawn lifted her mouth to his for his deep, probing kiss. She started a little when she tasted herself on his lips, then licked his once just to taste the combination of them together. Feeling his dick throbbing inside her as he moved, she clamped down on him just to see what would happen.

  Almost instantly, sweat erupted over his body, and he shuddered. “Damn, baby!” He rested his forehead against hers. “If you do that much more, this is going to be over really fast.”

  She smiled and cupped his beard-roughened cheek in her palm. “It’s not like it will be the last time. You’ve seen to my pleasure; now take your own.”

  He seemed to hesitate for a moment before mumbling, “Ah, hell,” and began pumping inside her in earnest. The force of his lovemaking propelled them both up the bed as he moved harder and faster, taking her on a ride unlike any she’d ever experienced.

  Though she’d had sex before, she’d never experienced Joaquin in the rock-hard flesh. He invaded all of her, taking over her body completely and making it his own. And she loved it. No matter what he did, it would be the dream of a lifetime. And what he did, he did really well.

  Dawn thrust her hips back at him, meeting him with each movement, needing him to take what he wanted and cling to her like she held on to him. Her lower body tingled at the place where they joined, and her clit throbbed with pleasure as his body scraped against it with each movement. Her cunt grasped him eagerly, and she knew she would come again soon.

  “God, Dawn,” he rasped out. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

  “Don’t try, my love,” she whispered, half afraid he hadn’t heard her, half afraid he had. Yes, she loved him with all her heart, but was it too soon for him to realize that?

  “Come with me, my beautiful Dawn. Now!”

  And she did.

  Both of them screamed out their pleasure as Joaquin emptied himself inside her. Jet after jet of his seed filled her to overflowing, and Dawn clamped her legs around him, not wanting him to leave the haven of her body. She needed him inside her. Forever.

  For a long moment, they just lay there, neither one doing anything but breathing. Once, Joaquin tried to move off her, but Dawn would have none of it. She loved being underneath him, loved feeling his weight on her. It was...comforting.

  Finally, he did roll them to their sides, his cock slipping wetly from her cunt. “Just so you know, baby. We’re getting married.”

  Dawn smiled. Of course he wouldn’t actually ask her. That would be too un-Joaquin-like. He was the big bad Marine. He would decree and she would obey. But not without a small concession on his part.

  She sighed, like he’d just won a long, drawn-out argument simply because she was tired of fighting about it. “Fine. But your sister gets to plan the wedding, and you know she’ll want to do it all in pinks and purples. Pastel, even.”

  He groaned but pulled her tighter against him. “If it means I get to keep you forever, I’ll suffer through it.”

  Dawn giggled.

  “I’m serious, Dawn—I am keeping you. I shouldn’t have waited so long to make you mine. I intend to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

  Her breath caught in her throat at the sincere desire that shone in his eyes. “I’d like that.” Lord knows she’d waited long enough too.

  “I love you, baby. Always.”

  Dawn shivered, cuddling against his body as her new reality sank down into her brain. It felt beyond good to finally be right where she belonged. Even if it had taken her crazy-ass best friend manipulating him into making a move, she was glad he had.

  More than anything, she was glad that finally the hunter had caught his prey.