“It turn you off? You want me to put my shirt back on?”
From the way he pulled away, from the coolness of his voice, she realized someone in the past must have rejected him for it. Stupid woman.
She pressed a kiss lightly to the surgical scar. “Nope. I’m just thinking how lucky I am you’re still alive. Now shut up and kiss me again.”
With a fierceness he hadn’t shown before, he swooped down on her, trapping her body beneath his. By the time he pulled back from the kiss she’d demanded, her heart was pounding in her chest. But from the timpani hammering against the palm she’d flattened over his heart, he wasn’t unaffected either.
“Baby, if you’re gonna say no, now’s the time to say it, because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I get inside you.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
He reached into his bedside table, pulled out a silver packet and tore it open then lifted her into position. Within seconds, the sheathed head of his cock nudged her entrance. To her surprise, he hesitated as he looked where their bodies would join.
“What’s wrong?” Her mind raced at all the possible reasons he might reject her. Did he suddenly realize she wasn’t his type and regret inviting her? Did he think he didn’t have to go through with it now he had her here?
“Nothing’s wrong, baby. I’m just admirin’ the view.”
“You say the nicest things.” She curled her hand around his neck and pulled him down to her until his forehead rested against hers. “Now put that bad boy inside me.”
Still, he hesitated.
“Now, damn it!”
That earned her a grin. “Pushy little thing, aren’t you?”
Fed up with his delaying, she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, pressing the tip of his cock inside and squeezed her muscles once before loosening them and pressing him further.
“I should warn you,” she murmured into his chest as he lowered himself over her. Not for the first time, she cursed her lack of height. Just once she’d like to be able to look a man in the face while they made love. “If you get off on women screaming when they come, you’ve got the wrong woman.”
“Oh, Christ!” he groaned, his arms shaking. “I already know that. And don’t worry, even if you screamed the loudest you could, no one could hear. The room’s soundproofed…shit, you’re so tight…” He panted and pressed an inch deeper.
While she knew he was trying to give her time to adjust, her body couldn’t wait any longer. Her heels drove into his buttocks as her back arched. “Fuck me, damn it!”
“Shit! Baby, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you but I can’t…” In a single thrust, he buried himself so deep inside her she swore he was about to come out her belly button.
Holding himself off her by his elbows, he pistoned into her, grinding against her clit. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life. The world outside ceased to exist, all that mattered was here in this room, on this bed. The scent of his sweat, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass, the bed rocking, faded as the heat in her core sharpened. Her back arching, her body imploded dragging him with her.
Hours later, she snuggled against him, her breath even as she slept. She felt like a tiny kitten beneath his fingers, her bones frail, crushable beneath his great weight. Yet she’d made love as fierce as a tiger. As she slept she muttered something and frowned. Using his thumb, he smoothed the worry line from her forehead.
“There’s no reason to worry about anything when I’m with you, baby,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”
Except by being with him was she now a target?
He’d have to make sure that no one outside of his team knew they were a couple.
She murmured again but didn’t fully wake. He pressed a kiss to her cheek then nuzzled her neck, murmuring sweet nothings. Instead of waking so he could make love to her again, she relaxed and drifted back to her dreams.
No kissing her in public, that was for sure.
The sheet he’d covered them with had drifted down and left one breast bare. Very lightly, he cupped it, rubbing his thumb over the nipple, marveling at how it puckered even while she slept.
No holding hands or touching her in public either.
Damn, this was going to be tough.
To his surprise, her hand splayed over his belly, then slid down. Her fingers wrapped around his half-erect cock. He glanced at her face and saw her heavy-lidded eyes watching him.
Even though it was past midnight in November, her smile turned the room into midday in July.
He bent down and kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips, coaxing them open so he could taste her again. She was so sweet and yet there was a fire in her that drew him to her to bask in her heat. He trailed his lips over her cheek and down her neck to a spot just below her ear where he sucked and nipped until she moaned and arched her breast into his hand.
Where before he’d taken her quickly, now he took his time to get to know her body, to discover its secrets. Like how she loved one side of her neck being kissed but not the other. And how her nipples pebbled and peaked with a mere touch of a fingertip. Again and again he’d return to her mouth, to sample her kisses, before returning to explore the rest of her body.
When he finally allowed himself to taste her sweet, creamy pussy again, her quiet moans and sighs were better than any screams of pleasure.
And when he’d rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him, his magnificent spitfire took him into her body without hesitation and rode him to oblivion.
Chapter Fifteen
As she had since they’d begun their accord as she insisted on calling it, Rosie met the limo in the underground garage and accompanied him to the penthouse where they’d spend the rest of the night. Hopefully, Sam thought, in the bedroom.
He’d agreed to cancel most of his engagements. It hadn’t been much of a concession on his part, not only would it keep her safer, it gave him unlimited access to her body. And since she’d moved back in with him, he’d made it a point to leave work on time. Why chain himself to a desk when he could make love to her on his bed? Or in the bath? Or on the floor in front of the living room fireplace?
He hung back, letting her take the lead and Andy trail him. It wasn’t a sacrifice-he enjoyed watching the tips of her tattoo peek out from her jeans as she walked down the hall. He’d traced the butterfly tattooed on the small of her back the first night she’d fallen asleep curled up beside him, and researched it the next day. A Blue Morpho Butterfly. Did she realize that Morpho was an epithet for Venus and Aphrodite? How appropriate.
That first night of their accord, he’d gloated that she’d come to him, seeking acceptance into his realm. He’d thrilled when her lips parted to let him plunder. He’d exulted when she’d begged him to fuck her, digging her tiny heels into his ass and clutching him to her.
But her orgasm, her body clenching his cock, milking him, had been a transcendental experience that left his body shaking, and his wits scattered. Each time he’d made love to her after that, she’d taken him to heights he’d never flown before.
She’d been a delight-quick with a retort yet other times soft spoken. Quick to arouse, yet slow to satisfy. Demanding, yet willing to concede him the lead on occasion-which was more often than not. But she’d also been a challenge because he sensed a part of her holding back. A hidden core, a secret place he wanted to reveal, to explore, to conquer. But it was time to start introducing her to what life with him meant. Something he had to be very careful to do without losing her trust.
Once Andy gave the all clear that no one had entered the apartment, Sam followed Rosie in. As she shut the door, he dragged off his tie. When he heard the lock click, he used his weight and strength to trap her against the door.
