Hot Reads Novels & Stories

Why don't you just admit you have the hots for me? Devan ~”The only thing that is hot for you is my hand that is going to smack your face.” Rey ~”Hey at least there is some part of your body that is hot for me. Why don't you slap me and see if something else gets hot.” Devan ~”Your face is the only other body part that is getting hot here.” Rey ~”Oh that is what you think.” Devan ~”The only raise you getting out of me is an eyebrow.”

Lavi throws Anna on the bed. She winces as she lands on her back, feeling feverish by the Heat. “You should have listened to me and returned to the castle!” He barks at her. “Listen to me for once!” Anna is irritated by his nagging and becomes defensive. “I did not know that I was in Heat!” She snaps at him. “I never felt like this before!” The Heat is a state which only the female counterpart will experience once they find their mates. If they are not marked or rejected, the Heat will affect them every month.

The dude went high, and hard at the mere thought of her, that I had to cool off in the bathroom, again, before going out for the business contract. “She is something else! I can feel it!” This is the first time I am actually thinking of a hottie after a week, and it makes me feel uneasy in a way, though. But my dick doesn't seem to be listening to the warning signs from the logical part of my brain.

¨ he whispered dangerously close to her face and turned and walked out after releasing her hand, leaving her behind completely flustered, hot and bothered! Later that evening around six Jessica was getting ready for her dinner with her dad and Nick. She managed to be on time since she had spent more time in the library than she initially had planned but she did not plan on bumping into Mr Hot as hell, Morero who gave her hormones a run for it!! When he had left her she found a quiet place and started to browse though those books he had given her but she couldn't focus! all because of him! She only knows him a couple of weeks, maybe a bit longer than a month or so and she already likes this f

I tell her. “Why do they try to cook you?” she asks. I chuckle at her words, though I have to agree she is hot to the touch, so I can see why she may think that. “You’re not being cooked. It is heat. Do you understand? Do you know anything about heat?” I ask, kind of hoping that her and Hattie may have talked about it. “I think I read about it. Sex makes it get better, right?” she asks. “Well…” I begin.

We kissed under the dimly lit streetlight as he leaned against the car, letting me lean onto his body heavily. "Julius," I called out to him, already slurring my words. Upon hearing Julius' response, I murmured his name again. Each murmur earned me a response. He made sure to respond to me every time I said his name. Despite being out in the cold wind, Julius kept playing this dreary game with me, his intoxicated lover. I curled up in his warm embrace, looking as though I were about to doze off any time now. Then, I mumbled softly, "Julius, I'm about to book a hotel room. Do you have the guts to sleep with me?"

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

I must have stood there forever because I'm suddenly starting to attract attention—standing and looking up at the ceiling with my chin in between my thumb and index finger. I'll just get him whatever I can. I turn around to see an advert of a restaurant on one of the large screens, and the title says: "Deliciously homemade that you didn't have to make," with, of course, a mouth-watering meal beside it. That's it. For Cam, it was easy. I got him a gay romance novel. Two, actually, and a pair of sunglasses with a matching cap and matching socks. And finally, the most difficult of them all. What do I get Nathaniel Hawthorne?

Sweat mixed in the cool air. “You are everything to me,” Liam groaned. His hands gripped my hips. “Ride me harder, Maya. Take what you need.” I moved faster. My breasts bounced with each thrust. “I love you,” I moaned. “Even when the world burns, stay with me.” Liam flipped us suddenly. He thrust deep from above. The couch shook. “I am here,” he answered. “Always. Come with me now.” We reached the edge together. I shook hard around him. He filled me with heat. We held each other tight after. Hearts beat close, for a moment the hotel felt like home.

The house enveloped her in its hush, shadows dancing from the fire's glow downstairs, drawing her toward the living room where Riven waited. He lounged by the fireplace, a tumbler in hand, the flames casting amber highlights across his sharp features. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms corded with subtle strength, and his eyes lifted as she entered, locking onto her form with immediate intensity. The polo rode up slightly with her movement, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs, pale and unmarked save for the faint flush from her bath. Riven's gaze traveled downward, lingering on the exposed skin, a low sound escaping his throat—'Damn.' The word hung in the air, rough-edg