Their bodies fused as one as her sex muscles clenched around his cock. “Baby, I feel your hot juices.” Sam thrust harder, driving her deeper into the mattress. “Oh God, Cat.” His cock pulsed and throbbed in the depths of her core as he came inside her channel.
He rolled onto his side. Never breaking contact, he brought her with him. She cuddled into a wall of muscle and felt the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He stroked her cheek, brushing her hair from her forehead. When he touched her like that, like he really meant it, her world turned upside down.
They held each other for a long moment, as if their very lives depended on it. Without even thinking about it their fingers searched each other out and linked together.
She drew a deep breath and said calmly, “Sam, I think we have a problem.”
“A problem?”
She shook her head. “You see, I was so busy making love to you, I forgot to gauge my responses.”
“That’s not good, Cat.”
“Nope, not good at all.”
“What does that mean?” he questioned in a soft tone.
She frowned. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to run the experiment again.”
He shook his head in mock exasperation. “Where are you ever going to find another stud like me at this time of night?”
Cat couldn’t help but to smile. “It’s impossible. So that really only leaves one solution.”
“Only one?” he asked, no longer able to keep the grin from his handsome face.
“Only one.” She crushed her body against his, her hard nipples giving him a silent message.
He blew out an exaggerated breath. “Well hell, the things I have to do in the name of science.”
Chapter 10
They were both quiet, lost in their own thoughts during the ride back to their condo complex. Sam took that time to reflect on the night’s events and the emotions Cat had pulled from him. He cradled her hand in his, needing the physical contact at all times.
He parked his vehicle and turned in his seat. His heart galloped as he gazed at her. He couldn’t let this night end. Not yet. Not ever. He needed to be around her. To spend the night. To fall asleep locked in each other’s embrace. He gently stroked her face, wanting to tell her how he felt but needing to hear her say it first.
“Nightcap?” His voice was rough with emotions.
“Yes, my place.” She said it quickly as though she’d been considering it for quite some time.
Moonlight spilled over their bodies as they crossed the parking lot. As they made their way to Cat’s place, Sam spotting a movement near his condo. He stilled. “What the hell is going on?” he whispered.
Cat’s body tensed. “I’m not sure. Someone is looking through your window.”
Sam paused and watched a man rustle along the ground and peer in his window. From this distance and the insufficient light, he couldn’t tell who it was but he had no doubt it was the same son of a bitch who had threatened Rio.
He fisted his hand, knowing he’d had enough already. It was time for him to do something about this asshole once and for all. No more hiding or keeping his distance, like his Director had suggested. This was going to be dealt with here and now, despite the fact that it could very well make tomorrow’s headlines. No one messed with those he cared about and got away with it.
Sam grabbed his cell phone and handed it to Cat. “Get inside, lock the door, and call the police. Ask for Detective Doyle. I’ll check it out.”
Cat grabbed him. “Sam, no.”
He saw concern in her eyes. “I’ll be careful.”
Sam moved into the shadows and quietly crept toward the guy. As he drew near, recognition hit, but the man’s identity certainly didn’t surprise him. It was none other than Eugene, the protestor who’d chased them into the alleyway.
In one hand Eugene fisted a crow bar, in the other he gripped some sort of bag. From the looks of things, it was obvious to Sam that the guy had every intention of kidnapping Rio.
Slowly, quietly, barely breathing, Sam snuck up behind him, hoping to catch Eugene off guard. Standing only inches from him he said, “Hey.”
Eugene spun around, his eyes opened wide in surprise, but before he could get a word out, Sam punched him. His equipment flew from his grip and Sam kicked it away.
Hand cradling his eye, Eugene toppled like timber. “What the fu–”
His words fell off when Sam took a step toward him. Eugene scooted backwards and crouched against the brick wall, sinking into the shadows as Sam closed in on him. He held his palms up in a halting motion. “No. Don’t.”
Fisting his hands, Sam asked. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“It’s not my fault,” Eugene blurted out.
Clenching his jaw, Sam glared at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? What do you mean it’s not your fault?” Sam glanced around. “You’re the only one I see here.” Anger made his blood boil. Anger that this man had threatened someone he loved. “So help me God, if you ever lay a finger on Rio…”
“That reporter put me up to it.”
Sam’s jaw clenched. “You lying son of a bitch. Why would any reporter do that?”
“For the story.”
Sam’s nostrils flared. His hands shook. “What are you talking about?” he bit out through gritted teeth.
Eugene covered his swollen eye and groaned. “That reporter needed the story for a promotion,” he rushed out. “I don’t know all the details.”
Jesus Christ. Sam’s stomach twisted as Kale’s words of warning echoed in his head. “She’s a reporter, Sam. She can’t be trusted.”
Sam took a step closer, unable to believe what he was hearing.
Eugene backpedaled, trying to save his own ass, no doubt. “I needed the money. I wasn’t going to hurt the chimp.”
The sound of footsteps behind him gained his attention. He
