Hot as Hell by Unknown

his.
    “After watching you at the pool… seeing how other men coveted you… every instinct I possess
    tells me to stake my claim.” He blew out a breath. “Neanderthal that I am, I want you going into danger,
    knowing you belong to me … knowing that I’ll be there if you need me, because I protect what’s mine.”
    “Luv, there’s very little risk,” she said, her voice gentle, filled with a soft emotion that made his
    heart pound faster. She rubbed the side of her face against his shirt front much like the little cat he’d
    named her. “But I very much want you to claim me. So, yes, after we eat, we’ll definitely be taking that
    kiss and what follows into the bedroom.”
    Thank the fucking hell, she wanted him. She’d called him “luv,” and the tone of her voice was
    so sweet and affectionate, he knew she meant everything she’d said.
    “Good,” he whispered against the side of her neck, then gave it a little lick. God, she tasted so
    sweet and smelled like the coconuts and lime of whatever sunscreen she’d used with her unique musk
    underlying it all. He forced himself to stop tasting her, or he’d eat her instead of the sandwich he’d
    offered to share with her.
    “Need to feed you… now.” Picking her up by the waist, he set her on a stool. She shivered.
    Damn him, she was cold. He took off his shirt and put it on her. He focused on buttoning the
    shirt and avoided staring at the rosy-brown nipples so sweetly budded and decorated with little gold
    rings. They were practically begging for his mouth and teeth to pleasure them. His fingers shook and
    he forced himself to swallow past the desire constricting his throat.
    “Sam,” she glanced at his hands, a puzzled look in her eyes, “why cover me up? You just got me
    naked.”“You’re cold.” He let out a frustrated sigh and admitted his weakness. “And so I won’t be
    tempted to make a meal of you before you eat your sandwich.”
    “Such a good provider.” She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and then rubbed one
    of his nipples with her thumb. His cock ached and jerked, demanding immediate relief.
    God, please let me maintain control—at least, until I get her off once… or even better, twice
    “What’s this?” Dawn’s exploration had traveled further down his torso. She lightly traced the
    exit wound on his lower abdomen and looked up. Her green eyes glittered fiercely. “Someone shot you
    in the back?” The words were uttered in a low, angry snarl. “When did it happen? Where? And please
    tell me the fucker is dead?”
    Her unrestrained reaction to his injury made him even hotter for her. She was just as furious on
    his behalf as he’d been about her past mission risks. Strong women were so damn sexy.
    Sam placed a half of the club sandwich in front of her and then moved to the refrigerator to get
    her a juice. “Eat. And I’ll tell you the story of how I got the wound and first became involved with the
    traitor MacLean and SSI.”
    “I’ve heard bits and pieces of that story. But I do want to hear your side.” Dawn’s gaze was fully
    fixed on him as she took little bites of the triple-decker sandwich.
    Fuck, she was a cute little thing, so petite all over. Her mouth couldn’t even stretch far enough
    to get around the thickness of the sandwich. Then his brain went straight into the gutter as he pictured
    her on her knees with that same mouth stretching to take in his dick.
    The sooner he told his story, the sooner he’d find out if she was amenable to making his fantasy
    happen. But only after he took care of her first. Ladies always went first.
    “I was in deep cover for the CIA’s National Clandestine Service. My job…”
    ****
    “Well…” Dawn daintily wiped her hands and lips on the napkin Sam had unearthed from
    somewhere in the kitchen. She frowned. “Do you really think you’ll have to fight Vanko? I mean…”
    “Sweetheart,” Sam leaned in and licked the corner of her mouth, “you