Seduce Me

'It's not your fault.'

'Yeah, but it's not yours, either,' he said, knowing he'd gone to the crux of her thoughts when she grimaced. He got out of the car and came around for her, but she slipped out and stood before he got there, then grumbled when he scooped her up.

'Put me down. I hurt my hand, not my feet.' He strode to the front door with her in his arms. 'Jack, don't be stupid, you'll hurt your knee.'

She rolled her eyes at him when he propped her up between his body and the door while he fumbled for his keys. 'What, no butler?'

'When I thought you were going to be taking advantage of me all night, I gave him the evening off.'

'Let me walk, Jack. You're acting like a he-man.'

He sighed. 'Maybe you could lean on someone, just for tonight. Lean on me, Sam.'

Her eyes drifted closed, and she snaked her arms around his neck. 'I suppose I could… just for tonight.'

'Tonight,' he agreed grimly, wishing he'd asked for longer.

He carried her upstairs, setting her down in his bathroom, next to the large whirlpool tub. 'Bath?'

'Yeah.' She watched him turn on the water and test the temperature. 'I can take it from here.'

''Kay.' He stroked his fingers down her jaw. 'Call me if you need anything.'

He paced the house for a while. When he came back into his bedroom, she was sitting in the middle of his bed wrapped in two of his towels, looking a little lost. He went into the bathroom, filled a glass with water and brought it to her. 'Here.' He pulled out the bottle of pills and shook two into her hand. 'Take 'em.'

'I'm fine.'

'Take them anyway.'

That she did spoke volumes. 'I'll be listening for you,' he said. The towels revealed the mile-long legs he'd hoped to have wrapped around him all night long. 'If you need anything, anything at all, call for me, okay?'

'Sure.'

Ah, hell, there was a quiver in her voice, and his feet stopped moving, stopped taking him farther away and drew him back to the bed. 'Sam…'

'No.' Her voice was a bare whisper as she pulled her feet in, tucking them beneath her so that she was just a little ball. 'I'm fine. Really.'

But that was a lie, and they both knew it. He sat on the bed and put a hand on her thigh. Beneath the terry cloth, she was shaking. 'Oh, Sam…'

'I'm fine,' she repeated, but covered her face.

'Can I do something?' he asked gently. 'Make you something to eat?'

'Jack.' She managed a mirthless laugh. 'You're hovering.'

'I know, damn it.' He ran his hand up and down her leg as if he could warm her up when he knew that wasn't why she shook-it was from lingering shock or just utter desolation. 'I'm feeling pretty helpless here, and I don't do well with helpless.'

'Then stop it. Just… go away.'

'I thought I could, but no can do.' Scooping her into his lap, he leaned back against the headboard. 'Tell me what to do, Sam. Tell me, and I'll do it.'

She shook her head and looked away, but not before he saw her eyes go glossy with unshed tears. And just like that, he was a goner. 'Please.' He put his forehead to hers. 'You're breaking my heart. Do something. Yell, scream, cry, have a fit… you're entitled.'

'All right.' With her eyes closed, she slid her one good hand around his shoulders and pressed her face in the crook of his neck. When she squirmed a little to make the fit even tighter between them, her bottom ground lightly into his lap.

'Sam-'

'This.' She bit his neck, then soothed it when a kiss. She lifted her face, lightly cupping his with her bandaged hand. 'This is what I want.' Fumbling between them, she opened the towels, revealing the tanned, subtle skin and sweet curves he'd been dreaming about for weeks now.

A natural blonde, he thought, and closed his eyes on another groan.

'Oblivion,' she said in a barely there voice, shifting in his lap restlessly.

Yeah, oblivion worked for him, too, but he couldn't take advantage-

'I want it from you.'

'Sam-'

She rubbed that mind-blowing body against his, making him shake with the effort to hold back.

'Wait. Listen.' He struggled for thought, not easy when it wasn't his brain in charge at the moment. He had to close his eyes to block the vision of that glorious body sprawled over his, but even that didn't help because she was imprinted in his mind. 'You're in shock. You're sick with it.' He sounded desperate, even to his own ears. 'You have stitches in your hand for crissake. We can't-'

'Take me, Jack.'

'Sam-'

'Make me forget. Please?' And to seal the deal, she put her mouth on his.

12

Sam concentrated on the feel of Jack's arms around her, of the protective, tender way he held her tightly to him.

Nothing mattered right this second except this, and to prove it, she danced her tongue to his, inhaling the low, rough male sound he made, the one that was so sexy in its neediness that she deepened the kiss even more just to hear it again.

He didn't disappoint.

Yeah, she needed this. She needed his strength, his passion, the way she felt when his arms banded even more tightly around her.

She held him close, her lips clinging to his while her good hand smoothed its way down his chest, tugging his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, then gliding beneath to touch that hot flesh and sleek muscle.

Releasing her long enough to whip off his shirt, he wrapped her back in his arms. 'Your hand-'

'Doesn't hurt.' She arched into him, pushing him flat to the bed, sprawling over the top of him. He hissed out an oath, a low, desperation behind it that only egged her on. With her left hand she went for the buttons on his Levi's. 'I'm not fragile, I'm not going to break.' Pop went his first button.

Pop. Pop.

Again he swore, then ran his hands down her arms to her wrists. Gently flipping her onto her back, he brought her arms up over her head, holding them pinned to the pillow above her, achingly careful with her bandaged hand. 'Sam.' His chest rose and fell with each harsh breath. 'Hold still a sec. I can't think when you-'

'I don't want to think.' She tugged at his hold and with a worried grunt, he let her go.

'Be careful,' he said. 'You-'

'You're not listening… I'm not going to break, I promise.' She tossed back her head. She knew her eyes were filled with pride and the heart-wrenching sorrow of the night, but she had to have this. Him. She knew she should be shocked by her need, disturbed by her lack of modesty, but she wasn't. 'If you don't want me, just say so.'

His expression was incredulous. 'Are you kidding?' His gaze swept over her, and with the towels discarded, she lay there open and utterly defenseless to him. Slowly he lowered himself over her, covering her with his body, spreading her legs to accommodate his. He cupped her face. Then he kissed her deeply, his hips grinding slowly, purposely to hers, and she felt him, hard and heavy against her. 'Feel that?' he murmured.

Oh, yes. Yes, she did, and because of it, pleasure and need entwined, coiled… bordered on frustration.

'Feel how much I want you,' he breathed, his mouth against hers.

Sheer desire had her arching her back a little to feel even more of him. 'Do you have a condom?'