Cat moved to her window. Sam shifted his stance. A half smile turned up his lips when he caught sight of her gorgeous body silhouetted in the dark. Damn, he loved her sense of adventure.
He studied the contours of the woman he now knew intimately. His heart leapt as a sense of longing tugged at him and ripped a hole in the shield around his heart. He couldn’t understand his reactions to her. He’d never experienced such a yearning before. Nor had he ever opened up to anyone and told them about his past. What in the hell had possessed him to do that?
Sam peeled off his shirt as Cat slowly, seductively unbuttoned her blouse. He licked his lips and scrubbed a hand over his chin, recalling the texture and taste of those hard-marbled nipples. He could almost feel her warm breath caressing his bare skin. Without taking his eyes from her, he pulled off his pants and kicked them away.
Once again, his body grew needy for her. The oddest sensations settled in his gut. Something about her pulled at him. Cat Nichols was quickly becoming his weakness. The truth penetrated his defenses as a riot of emotions rushed through him.
Cat stretched out her arms, slipped her finger between her wet lips and then touched herself, rubbing her moistened fingertip over her dark nipples. The sweet torture made him throb.
Completely rattled, Sam swallowed. His heart rate galloped. Sweet Mother of God. She was going to pay for that tomorrow night. Using his tongue, he planned on parting her folds, dipping into her sweet spot, branding her plump clit with his heat, stroking, lapping, bringing her higher and higher, driving her as crazy as she was driving him right now.
He felt his composure slip away. No longer able to fight the inevitable, his hand went to his throbbing dick. He growled. His blood flowed hot through his veins. His nostrils flared as his fingers closed around his thickness.
Her hand slid lower over her body. She traced the pattern of her curves until her fingers disappeared below the window pane. He could only imagine she was playing with her sweet spot.
Lord, he hungered to touch her there again, to taste her. He also hungered for her touch. Wanted her hands all over his body, claiming him as her own, branding him.
Being with her was so easy, so comfortable. So natural. Warmth streaked through him. His heart clenched, knowing where his thoughts were taking him, knowing he was venturing into unknown territory. When he wasn’t paying attention, she’d slipped beneath his skin without even trying. Cat Nichols was different from every other woman he’d been with. She’d taken him to a place where he’d never let himself go before. Taking him to a deeper level of intimacy where emotions ruled his actions.
He’d never had a relationship last past a few months. Never wanted to. Over the last twenty-four hours something had changed because suddenly he was thinking just that.
Hell, he wanted her.
For himself.
A wave of possessiveness swamped him at the thoughts of her becoming intimate with another man. A quick flash of anger made his blood boil. He swiped away the moisture collecting on his forehead and cursed under his breath.
He watched Cat’s hand slide back up her body. She lifted her fingers in the air, gave a little wave, and blew him a goodnight kiss. A moment later she backed away from the window, out of his line of vision.
As he watched her go, his heart churned for something more, something deeper, something forever.
She was a journalist, climbing her way to the top. What if he opened himself up to her and took a chance on what was between them, only to have her bail when something bigger and better came along?
What if she didn’t?
Chapter 8
Cat’s morning had passed by in a flurry of activity. After she’d engaged in easy conversation with Sam during her ride to work, he’d dropped her off outside her building as promised. Cat had worked furiously to finish her article and make her deadline.
Now she sat there, toying with her pencil, impatiently waiting for Blain to finish his conference call so she could once again pester him about clearing things up for Sam.
Cat didn’t trust Hawk enough to believe he’d make things right. And after spotting him with that protestor yesterday, she suspected he was up to no good. As soon as she had proof, she’d take it to Blain.
Just before her noon hour break, Blaine had poked his head out of his office. “Cat, can I see you in here for a minute?”
She climbed from her chair. “Sure, what’s up?” Her mind raced, wondering if he’d wanted to interrogate her again about the supply closet incident. Or maybe he’d changed his mind about the article. Yeah, and maybe Hawk would take to the sky and fly away, never to be heard from again.
“Have a seat.” Blain motioned to a chair across from his desk as he made his way to his own seat. “Rumor has it you’ve applied at the Daily Press in New York.”
Well, he certainly got right to the point.
She rolled her shoulder. “Rumor is right.”
Blain scrubbed his hand over his chin and she noted the tired lines bracketing his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, Cat. In fact, I’m hoping what I have to tell you will entice you to stay.”
She raised an inquisitive brow. “Go on.”
“I’ve been working on this for awhile. I didn’t want to mention it
