“Can’t say I know many people like him, so that makes sense.” He rubbed his thumbs across his eyes. “I have to be honest, Sam’s got his kinky side, but I don’t think he’d ever ask you to do something you weren’t willing to do. He’s not a big bad wolf who’s going to tear you apart. Besides I get the feeling you could wrap him around your little finger if you tried.”
What the hell did Sam’s got his kinky side mean? But before she could ask, he eyed her suspiciously. “You haven’t got some hang up about sex, have you?”
She plopped onto the couch beside him, her legs unable to support her. Her face felt like someone had just set a flamethrower to it. “No. It’s not about sex.”
No, sex with Sam Watson would be off the charts of the Incredible Scale. Look at the orgasm he’d given her with only his tongue and fingers. Her pussy started creaming just at the thought of his cock filling into her.
One of side of his mouth hitched up. “I’m just saying I think you could trust Sam not to overstep whatever boundaries you set, you know?” He gestured to her Blackberry which was buzzing again. “Besides, he’s only asking you to dinner.”
With her as dessert.
Trouble was, now she didn’t know if she’d simply become a challenge to be conquered. A rose to be pruned, enjoyed until the blossom faded, and then tossed aside and replaced with a new flower. She buried her face in her hands. “It’s not just dinner. It’s more than that.” It’s my whole life. My job. My home. My heart.
“You have a chance at love and you’re kicking it away like it’s an old tin can when the rest of us…” Andy trailed off. “Well, the some of us have it yanked from us, you know? And we’d give anything to grab it and hold onto it.”
She grabbed the only lifeline she could find. “I don’t know.”
Andy pushed himself to a stand. “Just think of it as your downtime. Pretend you went to bed early and let me look after things here. The place is secure-nothing’s going to happen. If someone wanted to take a pot shot at him, it’ll be somewhere public. Otherwise they’d have already gotten to him.”
“But it’s my-”
He pulled her to her feet and marched her to the door. “Go have dinner with Sam, Rosie. And if you two don’t hit it off, come back here.”
Her Berry beeped again. Trust me. Please.
It was the please that unraveled all her arguments, that had her walking down the hallway.
Just as she lifted her hand to knock, the door opened and Sam stood there, filling the doorway.
“About that accord…” she whispered.
Chapter Fourteen
The smug smile she was expecting never appeared. Instead he bent down, brushing his lips over hers in a feather-light touch before pulling back and leading her by both hands into the foyer. He closed the door and pulled her close, cupping her cheek.
“Are you sure ’bout this, Rosebud? ’Cause I don’t want you saying I pressured you later.”
No, she wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but there was no way she was going to stop whatever rock had just started rolling down the hill to perdition. Not after she’d had a sampling of the bliss he could bring her. Besides, Andy was right, she had a shot at happiness, something she should grab with both hands. She’d had enough of all the coulda-woulda-shouldas. Even if their affair only lasted one night, she wouldn’t-couldn’t-turn away now.
When she nodded, he slid one hand down to her bottom and lifted her until his erection nestled in the cradle of her hips. She felt a quiver of trepidation mixed with a tidal wave of lust. That thing wouldn’t just fill her, it would overfill her. And she wanted every inch of it deep inside.
Could he feel how her heart raced or hear how her breathing caught in her throat? Could he smell the moisture drenching her thong at the thought of him going down on her again? Of her going down on him?
He shifted his grip, sliding one hand beneath her knees, lifting her, then carried her into his bedroom. As he laid her on his bed, he kissed her again, the tip of his tongue seeking entry.
With a soft sigh she parted her lips. He tasted of champagne and spice, of power and strength. Intoxicating. Potent.
She stroked the thick length of his tongue with hers, mimicking what she would do to his shaft. A moan started deep down inside her chest when one hand slipped under her sweatshirt and cupped her breast. Through the lace of her bra, his fingers played with the sensitive tip, soothing, inciting. A flick of his fingers, and her bra no longer formed a barrier. Heat streaked over her skin everywhere his fingers touched like a fiery brand. She lifted her arms to help when he pulled her sweatshirt and bra over her head.
“Oh, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Lowering his head to her breast, his tongue lapped her nipple, her back arched, pushing the taut peak into his mouth.
“Do you remember when you were in my office the day this all started?” he asked softly, his breath a caress over her bare skin.
She nodded as she slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, feeling the strength that held him rock solid above her.
“Did you know I couldn’t turn around because I had a hard-on?” Similar to the one that pushed into her belly.
“Or that when you were watching my reflection in the window, I was wondering what your creamy little pussy tasted like?” His breath whispered over her neck sending a shiver wiggling down her spine. “And once I’d had a taste of it, I craved more.”
Was that really why he’d not turned around? He’d been fantasizing about her the way she had been?
He’d undone her cargo pants and slid them off her hips in a move so smooth she hadn’t realized what he’d done until the cool air rippled over her thighs.
When one of his fingers dipped beneath the thin band of her thong, her hips arched, bringing her clit closer to his fingers. He barely touched her yet her pussy ached, so close to orgasm she felt ready to implode.
“So silky and wet,” he murmured. “That night-after I made you come with my tongue-did you wonder what it would be like to have me inside you?”
“Yes.” She’d not slept until she’d dragged out her vibrator and driven herself into a frenzy imagining it was him inside her.
Lust, that’s all it was, she’d told herself. She’d been in a dry spell and someone was finally paying her a little attention. That’s why she was all hot and bothered and ready to orgasm with a single touch. Besides, he was a guy-all guys wanted pussy no matter where they got it. And she was a woman who needed what he had because no matter how many times she used her vibrator, its cool latex could never replicate the sheer heaven of hot pulsing cock.
One of his fingers parted her labia, instantly drenched, and thrust into her. Another joined it and he curled them, tickling her upper wall until she squirmed beneath him, panting. “You’re ready for me already, aren’t you, baby?”
As ready for him as he was for her from the feel of the hard length battering her belly. She slid her hands between them and undid his fly, pushed aside the fabric.
None of her previous lovers came close to the size of his cock. Cream drenched his fingers as she thought of how he’d feel inside her body. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his dusky head, slid it down to the base nestled within a thick thatch of dark hair.
He’d thrown back his head when her fingers touched him. His hips pumped, driving his shaft along her palm once, twice. Then his fingers wrapped around hers, stilling the motion. “Slow down, baby, we’ve got all night.”
She attempted to lift one eyebrow up the way he had earlier but failed and settled for a mocking grin instead. “What’s the matter, stud, you only good for one time a night?”
“No, but I’d rather come in that pretty pussy of yours instead of your hand.” His lips touched hers again briefly before he shifted, kicking off his jeans. Seconds later, he dropped his shirt onto the floor.
She examined the surgical scar down his sternum. From the placement of the star-shaped wound in his left pectoral, she was amazed that he was still breathing. How had it not hit his heart?
