And everyone else, apparently.
She looked down, suddenly feeling very naked, very exposed. Very vulnerable. Very worried that she’d given herself to him in a way she’d never given herself to another. Her physical need for him may have been temporarily sated, but her emotional need for him was reaching dangerous levels.
Trying for casual she said, “So I guess that concludes your experiment until tomorrow night.” God, she hated the way her voice cracked.
Sam angled his head. “Tell me, Cat. Do you have any other plans for tonight?”
“Why?”
The way he looked at her made her shiver. “Because,” he touched her chin and dragged his finger over her neck. “If you do, I want you to break them.”
“You do. Why?” Her heart hammered with what felt like hope. God, she wanted him again. Inside out, upside down, but mostly on underneath.
He spoke in whispered words. “Because I’m not nearly done with you.”
Her chin jerked up. Her eyes widened. “Really? There’s more?” She didn’t even make an attempt to hide her enthusiasm. What would be the point? It seemed Sam could read her every gesture, her every hidden desire.
He stroked his thumb over her mouth and then replaced his fingers with his lips, lightly feathering them over hers. She opened for him as the sensations fueled her need for him all over again.
Sam gave her a playful look and whispered into her mouth, “Plenty more, Cat. We’re just getting started.” His voice, full of tender warmth, drew a shudder from the depths of her soul.
Her heart stuttered; her breathing grew shallow. Perhaps offering herself in exchange had been a stupid idea, after all. If she spent another moment in his arms, she might end up wanting something deeper.
She forced herself to pull back emotionally. “Sam, I don’t think I can take more.” Her voice turned choppy, her words fractured. It occurred to her that Sam’s brand of lovemaking would tip the emotional scales to the point of no return.
His wicked grin made her weak. There was a note of amusement in his voice. “That’s what we’re going to find out.”
Chapter 4
Sam gripped her hips and lifted her from the bench. Curly blonde hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and slid down her perfect round breasts. Her eyes were drowsy, sated. Desire slammed him into outfield. He felt like he’d received a blow to the midsection.
God, he loved the way she gave herself over to him so freely, so completely. And knowing he was the first man to bring her to orgasm through nipple stimulation thrilled him, probably far more than it should have.
As he gazed at her a moment longer, a wave of possessiveness tore through him. His body ached to join with hers, to lose himself in the heat between her legs. It took all his effort not to tear his clothes off, sink his cock into her plush softness and ravish her all night long.
Of course, he had every intention of doing just that, right after he tasted her sweetness and drew another orgasm from her, using his mouth and his fingers. His whole body broke a sweat in anticipation. Moisture sealed his shirt to his chest. He brushed his damp hair from his forehead and sucked in a fortifying breath.
As Cat stood, her legs wobbled. She snaked her arms around his shoulders, steadying herself.
“Easy,” he said, tightening his hold. “Are you able to stand?”
She nodded, her body melting against his, her nipples hard against his chest, battering what little control he had left.
“Good, because what I have in mind requires you to be upright.” He felt her body quake with yearning, her eyes growing wide at the promise in his voice.
It touched him and stirred something deep inside the way she shivered with longing for him. In fact, a lot of things about Cat Nichols touched him, making it harder and harder to separate sex and emotion.
Banking his muddled feelings, Sam stood behind her. With his chest molded against her back, he linked his fingers through hers. “Walk with me.”
Steps synchronized, he urged her toward the mirror. Her gorgeous, swollen breasts swayed with each seductive movement. Sam growled and pressed his thick, steel erection harder between the soft mounds of her ass.
Cat drew a quick breath and wiggled her curvy hips. Sam growled louder, his cock throbbing against her sweet backside.
“I’m not the only one who is very responsive,” Cat said.
He caught the teasing glint in her eyes.
“If you keep that up, we won’t be testing your responses; we’ll be testing my limits.”
Sam lifted her arms above her head and pressed her flat palms to the mirror. He caught her glance. Green eyes narrowed with dark seduction and bore into his. She widened her stance and her expression turned serious. “Maybe that’s what I have in mind,” she said, her voice rough with emotion.
The sexual energy between them exploded, reaching an all time high. His body reacted to the desire in her eyes. His blood began racing. His heart slammed against his chest. Wild, untamed passion stirred inside him, boiling, rising, gaining raw energy, drawing his full attention. He gripped her hips, tipping her ass up, and pushed his pulsing cock hard against her lush backside. It didn’t even begin to ease the ache. The only thing that would help assuage the hot restlessness in his groin was to feel her naked skin against his.
Shoulders forward, she inched her feet back. With her ass tucked against his groin she smothered his erection and gyrated. The position proved his undoing.
“I want you, Sam,” she whimpered, spreading her legs even wider. “I want you inside me.” She begged for him to take her, opening herself up, granting him access to her body.
He responded to the erotic pose and seductive lilt in her voice. Fingers moving swiftly, he ripped open her jeans, lowered the zipper, and tugged them down her legs. Her panties quickly followed. She removed her shoes and kicked away her
