“Shame on them,” is all I can say.
“Absolutely.”
We fall into step once more, and I follow her up the steps to her front door. Once she unlocks it, I cage her against the doorway.
She licks her lips, and I know that I’m a goner. Jesus, I want to kiss her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
So, I lower my face to hers. I brush her nose with mine and then sink into her, soaking her in. She moans and melts under me as my mouth opens, and I take my fill until I have to pull back and stare down at her.
Her brown eyes are heavy and full of lust as she gazes up at me.
“Sam?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I think you should come inside.”
“Good idea.”
Once through the door, Tash’s purse hits the floor. I shut the door and round on her. I’m not nearly as gentle as I planned to be when I yank her against me and retake her mouth, spinning her and pressing her back against the door.
“So sweet,” I whisper against her neck as I lick my way down her throat. I pull one of the straps of her dress to the side and nip her shoulder. “Jesus, Tash, I want you.”
“Thank God, because if you’d said we shouldn’t and left, I might have killed you dead.”
I pull back to grin down at her. “Violent, aren’t you?”
“Turned on, Sam. I’m damn turned on.”
She slips the other strap down her arm, and the fabric pools around her waist, exposing her perfect breasts. The nipples are hard, and her chest heaves as she pants. I know in my gut that I couldn’t walk out of here if the place were on fire.
“I’m not leaving,” I promise.
“Good.”
“And you’re not going to wear clothes for about the next thirty-six hours.”
“I can live with that.”
Chapter 5
~Natasha~
Is it the stress? The fact that Sam and I spend so much time together now that we have the kids to raise? Could it be because I’ve wanted him for as long as I can remember, and he’s finally stripping me naked and having his wanton way with me?
I don’t know what the reason is—and frankly, my brain is too mushy to really care. All I know for sure is that I need this.
I need Sam.
“Need you, too,” he whispers before nibbling on my collarbone. I didn’t even realize I’d said the words out loud.
If I weren’t so incredibly turned on, I’d be embarrassed.
“Jesus, you’re bare under this thing.”
I grin and then gasp when he tugs my nipple right into his mouth and pulls.
Hard.
Christ, if I’d known that sex with Sam would be this crazy, I would have jumped him years ago.
He palms my ass with his big hands and turns to carry me to the bedroom.
“Need to see you,” he growls, moving fast through the house. I fall onto the bed, my sandals slipping right off my feet as Sam yanks my dress down and tosses it on the floor.
“Holy fuck.” He just stands there, staring down at me, and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.
Suddenly shy, I move to cover my breasts, but he swiftly crawls over me and gently tugs my arm away, kissing my injured hand in the process.
“No. Don’t cover yourself, Tash.”
“You’re just staring at me.”
“Well, yeah. Of course, I am. You’re so damn beautiful it hurts.”
I grin again. “Aww, I bet you say that to all the girls, Sam Waters.”
“No.” He kisses me so gently, his lips a mere touch. “No, Natasha Mills, I don’t.”
His attention is gentle. Feather-light. It sends chills over my naked body as he barely brushes his fingertips down the center of my chest to my navel. When he licks the shell of my ear, I gasp.
He’s barely touching me, and I’m ready to come out of my skin.
“Let’s get this show on the road.” The words are rough, my voice thick with lust, but Sam just chuckles in my ear.
“We’re on the road,” he says. “But we’re not getting in the fast lane this time.”
“Let’s not hang out in the slow lane, either.”
I feel him smile against my skin. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to get you here, in this exact spot, Tash?”
“Ditto. But damn it, Sam, I’m in knots here. If I don’t have an orgasm stat, I’m going to come unglued—and not in a fun way. In a frustrated way. And neither of us wants that.”
“You’re right.” He leans up and nods grimly. “That would be awful.”
“Maybe the worst thing ever.”
“We can’t let that happen.”
“Great.”
I move to spread my legs, but he doesn’t get undressed to do me. No, that would be too normal for Sam Waters.
He’s never been predictable.
This man, this glorious, wonderful man, proceeds to scoot down the bed, and with his hands planted on both of my inner thighs to spread me, he face-plants right into the promised land.