“Why don’t you shut that inquisitive mind of yours off for a while and let me do my job.” Tenderness in his voice tugged at her insides. He cupped her aching orbs through her blouse and kneaded, increasing the pressure deep between her legs. “Let me push you beyond your wildest imagination. Then tomorrow night, we’ll see if we can go further.”
Desire moved into Cat’s stomach. Sensory overload drew a shudder from somewhere deep inside. If Sam pushed her any further, she feared she’d splinter into a million tiny fragments. Images of what the serum would do to her already sexually heightened libido sent equal measures of anxiety and excitement churning through her.
Candlelight flickered, casting seductive shadows on the walls as Sam climbed out from between her legs and circled behind her. She watched him in the mirror. He moved with such sexual confidence, a feminine thrill rushed through her and increased her pulse.
He threw a leg over the bench, lowered himself down, and shimmied forward, crowding her. Long muscular legs straddled her from behind, tightening around her hips, anchoring her in place. His hands spanned her waist, urging her closer. She could feel his desire and warmth reaching out to her. A strange, primal sound unlike anything she’d ever heard before crawled out of her throat.
“That’s a girl.” His voice and manner coaxed her to let go and do nothing but enjoy.
When she felt his cock indent the small of her back, she became pliable in his arms. Her mind stopped working, obviously his intention all along. Sam didn’t want her to think; he only wanted her to feel. Exhaling, she closed her eyes, deciding to do just that.
The feel of his thick erection pressing into her flesh drew her full attention. Some small coherent part of her brain alerted her to his rock-hard arousal.
This man that she’d wanted for so long wanted her too.
A rush of heat whipped through her blood. That same small coherent part also warned her to tread carefully. Warning her that Sam had the ability to seep under her skin in a way no other man ever had, and one night with him might cause her to want to be more than just his lab rat.
He pulled her hair from her shoulders, draping it over her back. His hands were gentle and soft against her flesh. The play of his fingers in her curls sent shivers of warm need to the depths of her soul. The way he pulled emotional reactions from her took her by surprise and threw her off balance.
He moaned against her throat then placed the sweetest, lightest kiss just below her earlobe. Her breath skidded to a halt. His lips were barely there, barely touching yet it did mysterious things to her nerve endings. He stroked her sensitive skin with his tongue, licking, laving until she nearly erupted all over him. Her body convulsed. She gulped air but still couldn’t seem to fill her lungs.
She met his gaze in the mirror. His sexy grin turned lethal. “Mmmm…. Very nice, Cat. Very responsive.” Lust darkened his eyes, his voice dripped with desire. “Just like I imagined you would be.”
He cuffed her wrists and moved her hands to his thighs. “Keep your hands here,” he commanded in a gentle voice. The way he said it, the way his deep voice stirred all her emotions, sent a quiver along her spine. She held his glance in the mirror and forced a smile, hoping like hell he couldn’t see into the depths of her soul, couldn’t see the emotions churning inside her. Emotions she had no idea she’d feel.
As she studied his features, she tried not to melt all over him. Her heart did a little loop. The man simply did the strangest things to her insides.
His fingers moved to the front of her blouse. He played with the material and then lazily began to work open her buttons. Her lids fluttered. He popped one button, then another. Much too slowly for her liking. Engorged nipples pulsed in eager anticipation. She squirmed and shifted in her seat, suddenly very needy, very impatient for him to answer the pull deep between her trembling thighs.
“Sam.”
His penetrating gaze locked on hers. “Hmmm?” he whispered with dark seduction.
He eased open her shirt, pulled it from her shoulders, and let it pool around her back. She caught her own reflection in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. Hair swimming in disarray around her shoulders, her face was colored from heat and desire.
She arched against him, breathless. Waiting was no longer an option. “Would you please hurry?” Her voice ended in an agonized whisper.
His low chuckle wrapped around her. “I’ll see what I can do.” He cupped her breasts, hugging them with his palms. He pulled them high as his thumbs slipped inside her red silky bra to manipulate her tight nipples.
Her blood pressure soared. “Oh God, Sam. That feels wonderful.”
She listened to him swallow. “Oh yeah, it sure does.” He leaned forward and unhooked the front clasp. His hair brushed her nape, teasing her senses.
Like air seeping from a punctured tire, Sam let out a slow, wheezing breath as he freed her swollen breasts from the restrictive confines. Discarding the flimsy material, he stroked her naked skin, caressing the swell of her cleavage, brushing his fingers in a circular motion around her pale mounds, drawing closer and closer to the coveted peaks.
Her lids slipped shut against the gentle assault. Tension coiled deep inside her. “Sam…please.” Sheer desperation for him to take her now, fast and hard, made her whimper. She’d never been so deeply aroused, so desperate, so needy.
The responses this man pulled from her were unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
She’d had good sex before, not great sex, but good sex all the same. Men had seduced her body,
