Authors: Angela Verdenius
“Um…yeah.” Refusing to give in to
her cowardly instinct to stay well away from him, but knowing how ridiculous it
must seem with her standing so far away while she talked, Carly did the grown-up
thing and walked across the veranda until she stood at a more polite distance.
“What Ed did last night was stupid.”
Very welcome, gave her hot dreams
that even now thrilled her at just the memory, but stupid just the same.
He looked at her for several long
seconds, his expression inscrutable. “Was it?”
She was non-pulsed. “Well, wasn’t
it?”
His expression gave nothing away
as he studied her face, then those thick lashes dropped to cover his eyes as he
slowly gazed down the length of her body.
Oh God, he was looking at her.
Her mouth went dry, her heart hammered, and then she remembered that she wasn’t
elegant, slim, or beautiful. Oh shit. Oh no, he was really looking at her,
really seeing her as a woman who’d kissed him. Well, pecked him on the lips in
a lightening fast move, actually.
Humiliation practically had her
toes curling in her red Mary Janes. Making for the steps just past him, she
almost babbled, “So, that’s done, then. All finished. Yep. Okay, I’m -”
A big, firm hand wrapped around
her upper arm and drew her to a halt. “Where are you going?”
Talk about being flustered. “Home.
There’s nothing more to say or-”
“We’re not finished.”
“We’re not?” She looked around
and up.
Oh boy. Were those hazel eyes
looking a little…hot? Talk about an over-active imagination. There was no
way…
“Come inside.”
“What? But, Sam-”
“Now.” Backing into the house, he
kept his gaze locked onto hers as he drew her with him. “Now, Carly.”
Unsure exactly what was happening,
she followed.
No sooner had the door shut behind
her than Sam leaned down close, his chest almost touching her, his face so
close, and then his cheek was brushing against hers as he reached past her to flick
the lock shut.
Click
.
He didn’t move, just stayed there,
his breath hot on her ear, making her shiver deliciously. Wanting to savour
the sensation of being close to him, Carly didn’t dare move. Inhaling deeply,
she closed her eyes.
“Carly.” Her name was a warm
brush of silky lips against her ear.
Immediately she broke out in goose
bumps. “Y – yes?”
“I’m going to claim my winnings.”
“Um…” It took all her strength to
focus on his words. “What?”
“I won the poker game. I won the
bet. My prize was kissing you.”
Was she hearing correctly? “I – I
don’t…I just…” She tried to clear her thoughts even though she wanted to stay
under his spell, that warm scent of Sam and soap. Somehow, she managed to
croak, “The prize was getting a kiss from me.”
“Ed bungled that.” His voice was
low.
She blinked. “He – um… Ed said
you’d get a kiss from me.”
“But he also said I’d get to kiss
you.”
“Are – are you sure?” Was she
imagining this? That must be it, she was still in a decadent dream, still in
her bed.
Yeah. That was it.
“Oh yes, I’m very sure.” His
voice dropped lower, deeper. Huskier. Like the lick of sin was dripping
through it, all hot and melting.
She didn’t know what to say. Her
knees shook, her hands trembled, and she was pretty sure her panties were damp.
Oh, sweet Jesus. Was Sam really
going to kiss her? No. Well, yes. But probably a quick peck. Just a brush
of lips. That was all.
Wasn’t it?
He shifted, big hands coming to
cup her cheeks as he moved back, lifting his head until he was looking down at
her, his mouth hovering just above hers.
Staring up into his eyes, she felt
like she’d been ensnared.
His eyes were hot. Really hot.
And then…oh God, he took off his glasses, reached to the side without looking,
and placed them on something. His gaze dropped to her lips and he actually
licked his as though he were a wolf who couldn’t wait to taste something very
succulent.
“Sam…” Her voice quivered.
“Sshhh.” He actually blew gently
upon her lips.
Mindlessly, Carly’s lips parted
and then she could only sigh as his mouth came down upon hers.
Oh God, could a man’s lips truly
be that soft? That silky?
Holy cow, that
seductive
?
Sam’s lips moulded to hers,
testing, touching, lifting, pressing, his tongue sliding smoothly, slowly,
along her bottom lip as he tasted her. Big hands angled her head almost
tenderly to give him greater, and easier, access.
Oh sweet mercy, her knees were
jelly. If she didn’t grab hold of him, she was going to fall to her knees.
But there was no shirt to grab, just that blissfully smooth skin over hard
muscle.
One sway forward and she was plastered
against him.
Sam didn’t seem to mind. Big
hands shifted from her cheeks, sliding down her arms, eliciting a fiery path
until his palms settled on her hips, curling and cupping to pull her hard
against him.
How he managed to do that and
still kiss her was amazing. How he managed to hold her when she was arching
backwards was unbelievable. Bent over her and still holding her close so that
she felt every inch of him, every smooth, delicious, hard inch. His skin was
so warm, seeming to melt through her clothes to warm her beneath, and yet
further inwards, past her skin, past her flesh, spreading outward until she was
filled with warmth that quickly turned to heat.
With a moan she shifted closer,
pressing against him, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders.
With a low growl Sam deepened the
kiss, his palms flattening against her bottom to press her flat against him,
his thigh sliding between her own to nudge against her secret place.
His tongue swept inside, his clean
taste a heady essence that she swallowed eagerly. As she returned his kiss,
one of his hands left her bottom to reach up and tug the tie from her ponytail,
sliding it out and flicking it away somewhere, she didn’t know or care. Long
fingers smoothed down the length before entwining in her locks, clutching
gently, fist bunching carefully so he didn’t hurt her.
She felt it all. The tenderness
and care. The passion.
Hungry for more, revelling in his
taste and touch, she met him kiss for kiss, her tongue seeking his mouth,
slipping in, his taste bursting upon her. So clean, so minty, so Sam.
Sam everywhere. Around her,
against her, bent over her, holding her, kissing her with heat and clear
desire.
There was no mistaking that fire.
The passion with which he kissed her was very obvious, so hotly decadent. He
drank from her mouth like a thirsty man finally quenching his thirst.
So caught up in his kiss, she
didn’t realise his hand had slipped under the skirt of her dress until she felt
his palm smoothing along her spine, so slowly and languorously. Fire danced
along her skin in his wake, and when his fingers found the clasp of her bra and
slid the hooks free, she could only moan and respond by finally,
finally
,
allowing her palms to slide from his shoulders to glide along all that warm
skin of his chest.
Lightly cupping the swells of his
pecs, the heels of her hands rubbed delicately against his nipples, and
immediately she felt the hardening of the tiny male nubs.
“Jesus.” Sam growled, leaving her
mouth to kiss a hot, damp path across her cheek to her ear.
A sharp nip that made her gasp,
and then his mouth was on her throat delivering kisses that seemed to sear her
skin, open kisses sizzling with carnal desire. The slow sucking above her pulse
that had her womanhood clenching, a craving throbbing that grew quickly, a need
she couldn’t relieve even by rubbing wantonly against the hard thigh pressed to
her intimate place.
One second pressed against him,
the next second shoved gently but firmly back against the wall, his body
following, his mouth sweeping back to capture hers as he swallowed her
passionate moans greedily. His hands now beneath her bra at the front, big
palms cupping her breasts, shaping them, the low growl of pleasure in his
throat making her feel, for once, desirable.
Breaking her inhibitions.
Sliding her fingers down, she ate
at his mouth while searching for the snap that fastened his boardies. A tug of
the snap, a tug of his bottom lip between her teeth. Her hand slid beneath the
opening of his shorts, and her tongue slid deep within his mouth.
He wasn’t wearing underwear and his
shaft was already stiff, pushing urgently upwards, and she curled her hand
around the thick width, registering the girth and length with a flutter of awed
anticipation.
So thick, so long, so hard, the
tip already wet.
For her.
Oh God, he was aroused by her.
It was heady, intoxicating, the
knowledge making her bolder, seeking more.
Lower she slid her hand, finding
his sac easily as his shaft pressed against his belly, his bent position over
her opening his muscular thighs to reveal the sac normally sheltered between.
“Carly.” He nipped her throat,
taking back control, only she didn’t want to give it up, not when he made her
feel so desirable, so beautiful. It was in his voice, the way his eyes seemed
to almost glow with lust. The way his hands shaped her breasts, swept down to curve
over her hips, pulling her lower body against his so that his shaft was nestled
between them.
“Not enough,” he rasped. “I need
you. Now. On the floor.”
No sooner had the words left his
mouth than he turned, bringing her with him as he dropped to his knees on the
runner in the hallway.
Effortlessly he tipped her back,
rising up on his knees to shove his shorts down around his thighs before
dropping forward again, his hands braced each side of her on the floor, arching
over her to kiss and plunder her mouth almost ruthlessly, desperately.
Winding her arms around his neck,
she held on, loving the feel of him above her.
And then his hand was on her
belly, shoving her dress up around her waist and higher, bearing her breasts to
his hot gaze.
“Jesus. So beautiful. So bloody
beautiful,” Sam said harshly, dipping down to capture one nipple, sucking it
in deeply and rhythmically.
Arching up, gasping, Carly’s hands
went to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as he rolled the nipple around
with his tongue and then sucked strongly again, every pull of his mouth drawing
on the invisible strings of pure nerves that spiralled down to her womanhood.
Moist before, her opening now
creamed for him, and she felt empty and needing, wanting him inside her, his
thickness and length.
“Please, Sam,” she begged
hoarsely. “
Please
.”
One last suck and he slid to her
other breast, sucking the hard nipple deep, ignoring her pleas as he feasted.
With his hands he held her easily,
controlling her, keeping her at his mercy, something she both loved and hated.
By the time he released her nipple
she was almost sobbing. Rising above her, he gazed into her eyes, capturing
her with the pure, blatant, sexual heat darkening his hazel irises.
At some stage the tie in his hair
had disappeared and the sun-streaked, sandy locks fell about his face and
shoulders, giving him an almost piratical edge. There was no gentleness in his
gaze now, no tenderness. It was pure ardour, carnal and fierce.
Without a word he swooped down,
taking her mouth hard, kissing her with an almost insatiable intensity. A tug
at her hip, the sound of ripping and then her panties were torn away. A hard thigh
pushing hers apart, a shift of his hips, a rippling of his stomach muscles and
then he was there, the tip of his shaft nudging her opening.
“Sam,” she whimpered, arching up,
trying to take him inside.
In answer he grabbed her hands and
pressed them down each side of her head, holding them flat so she couldn’t
touch him, his laugh low, almost guttural, his expression so satisfied at her
almost helpless position beneath him.
It only sent the blood rushing
through her more hotly, stoking the fires deep within her.
A flex of his hips and he thrust
into her, his thick shaft tunnelling through her slick, soft folds, shoving
deep and driving onwards until he lodged almost at the mouth of her cervix,
driving all breath from her.
So deep, so very deep, but not
deep enough to hurt, to cause pain. Teetering on the brink, but not pain. The
uncertainty, the almost there of it, made her shake, but with desire, with the
knowledge that regardless she was safe with Sam. Somehow, even thought this
was the first time with him, she knew, and it was this knowledge that allowed
her to throw herself into his safe keeping, to be reckless.
Arching up into him, her hips
pushing against him, she looked him directly in the eyes, into his handsome
face with the strong cheekbones flushed slightly with craven hunger, and she whispered
throatily, “Take me.” When his eyes darkened, she added, “If you can.”
He reared back, his head coming
up, nostrils flaring slightly. His hedonistic smile was a flash of teeth so
white against his tanned skin, his eyes glittering. “Oh, honey, you think I
can’t? I won’t?”
Emboldened, she squeezed her
internal muscles, rewarded by his harsh intake of breath and his pupils dilating.
“Show me.” Her smile was sultry. “I dare you.”
Strong hips rolled, drawing a gasp
from her at the sensations the unexpected movement elicited.
“Taunting, Carly?” Sam laughed,
low and rasping. “Is that wise?” Another roll of his hips, this time slow and
deliberately forceful.
She couldn’t even answer, not when
he bumped against something inside her as he changed angle, driving in and
shifting, making fire dance along her veins. Every nerve in her body
tightened, quivering on the verge of snapping as he bumped the magical spot
again, making her shudder.
But then he shifted once more, driving
deep, taking her breath with the force of his thrusts. Hips surging with each deliberate,
hard thrust, a steady tempo that forced her higher.
She felt him swell inside her, his
thickness seeming to drag against the walls of her slick cavern.
“Give it to me, Sam,” she pleaded
raggedly. “Give it all to me.”
Another thrust before he stopped
suddenly, his chest heaving as he swore almost savagely and pulled out of her
fast and sudden, leaving her whimpering and reaching for him.
“Wait.” He pushed up on his
knees, partially turning to fumble on the hall side table.
Shivering with little tremors of
ardour and the empty sensation where’d he’d been so deep and deliciously hard
inside her, Carly watched almost dazedly as he fumbled, grabbing his wallet and
flicking it open, delving inside a little pocket. Withdrawing a small square,
he ripped it open with his teeth before rolling the condom on his shaft in a
white-knuckled, fierce movement.
Stilling above her, his gaze swept
her body, but she couldn’t feel self-conscious, not even with her bent knees
each side of his thighs, not when he looked down at her with such carnal
desire.
Sam dropped forward, catching his
weight easily on his hands, biceps and triceps bulging as they took his weight.
His hips moved, the muscles in his stomach and chest shifting as he positioned
himself so swiftly that she didn’t have time to ready herself before he drove
into her unerringly, driving in up to the hilt.
This time there was no waiting, no
adjusting, he thrust hard and fast, driving them both mercilessly up the peak
that beckoned so erotically.
Heart hammering, she arched up to
meet him, able to move only a little because his hips pinned hers, controlling
her, making her take what he gave. Her blood roared in her ears, her short
nails raking down his arms before she reached for him.
Swooping down, he took her mouth,
kissing her hard, fast, ruthlessly, never once breaking the punishing tempo of
his thrusts so deep within her.
The coil of tension tightened,
nerves pulling taut, sensations exploding within her, her mouth from his
kisses, low in her belly from his insatiable passion. Fire danced along her
skin, invaded her secret places, spilled out in the cream that coated his
shaft, easing the way for his thickness that continued to tunnel through her
sheath.
Higher and higher, faster and
faster, and then she was there at the brink of the peak, but there was no
standing, no waiting with bated breath. Sam threw her over relentlessly,
pounding into her, shoving her over to tumble in a heap of sensation, emotion
and erotic feeling, soaring outwards, hearing her name spilling from him in a
ragged shout.
And then she just shattered like
exquisite crystal.
~*~
So soft, so warm, so sweet
smelling. Nose against her throat, Sam breathed her in, just the scent of her
both soothing and exciting him. Gradually his heart slowed from its frantic
pumping in his chest, even while his blood thickened and heated.
Beneath him. Carly was beneath
him, all his, and he was still buried deep in her tight, hot sheath.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
Nuzzling her, he smiled as he heard
her blissful sigh. That contented sound made him want to stretch his muscles
and then curl around her for more sex, more closeness. More hot kisses and
carnal desire.
A lick of her pulse had her
arching her throat. One nuzzle beneath her ear had her tucking her head to the
side to stop the tickle. One gentle squeeze of the big, tear-drop shaped
breast in his palm had the pretty pink nipple pebbling.
So responsive. Closing his eyes,
Sam inhaled deeply, wanting her scent in every corner of his lungs, every
satisfied corner of his senses.
His shaft stirred and he rose
above her only a fraction, shifting only so he could press soft kisses along
her jaw line, aiming for those soft, tempting lips that-
“Yoo hoo! Sam!”
The call came from the distance,
like an annoying fly buzzing around, but voices sounded closer, Debbie’s tone
clear now as she called again, “Sam! Hello!”
Lifting his head, he swore. The
voices were dangerously near the veranda.
Twisting, he managed to kick the
wooden door shut with his foot.
“Sam!” Carly struggled beneath
him, pushing at his chest. “Get off me!”
Rising up onto his knees, his eyes
almost crossed at the sensation of his shaft sliding free from her body. His heart
actually stuttered.
If he had to die right then, it
was an awesome way to go.
Scrambling backwards, Carly’s
rounded limbs lifted and fell, giving him tantalising glimpses of the damp
curls at the apex of her thighs.
“Carly-”
“Sam?” Knocking sounded on the
door. “Sam, is everything all right?”
“Shit.” Swearing, he stood,
grabbing a tissue from the box on the hall side table and swiftly disposing of
the used condom, wrapping it in the tissue before cleaning himself off
hurriedly. “Coming.”
“Why’d you slam the door shut?”
Debbie definitely sounded peeved.
Jesus.
“Wait a minute!”
He looked at Carly. She’d managed
to get her bra done up and was now jerking her dress down. He much preferred
it off. Yeah, he’d like to rip it right off her and feast his eyes on all
those luscious curves, especially now he knew what they felt like, how well
they fit his harder body, how softly they cradled him.
Unfortunately, Carly’s expression
was mortified. Her cheeks were red, her gaze averted as she straightened the
bodice of the dress.
“Carly.” Reaching out, he grabbed her
hand. Then he didn’t really know what to say.
What did one say to a woman he’d
just dragged onto the floor, ripped her underwear off, and then proceeded to
have raw, savage sex with?
“Are you all right?” That was
lame.
Biting her lip, she looked up at
him. “Um…yeah.”
“Sam!” Debbie knocked on the door
again.
“Damn it.” He spared the door a
brief, annoyed glance before swinging back to Carly. “Carly-”
“Sam!”
His normal patient, easy-going
nature fled, Whipping around to the door, he twisted the knob and wrenched it
open.
“What?”
Through the security screen, he
saw Debbie standing with her mouth open, a plate of something in her hands, and
beside her, her mouth also open, a gorgeous brunette with crystal blue eyes and
a body that would have had many men panting.
Sam didn’t care about her body.
He still had the imprint of a lush, curvy body against his, and that was the
only one that interested him right now.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw
Carly disappearing around the kitchen door. Obviously she didn’t want to be
caught in his hallway by Debbie, probably because she had the look of a woman
who’d had very energetic sex, all tousled and rumpled and yummy.
Wanting to get back to her, Sam
turned back to the door, forcing himself to take a deep breath and smile. “Sorry,
Debbie. I just…anyway, what can I do for you?”
Her eyes narrowed as she tried to
see through the security screen without actually pressing up against it. “Is
everything all right?”
“Absolutely.”
“Why’d you slam the wooden door
shut?”
“Oh, that was a breeze.”
“Huh.” She shook her mane of
blonde hair back and held out the plate. “I brought you some Anzac biscuits
that I and Shelly baked.”
Unlocking the door, Sam opened it
and stepped out, not giving Debbie any leeway to get into the house. “Thank
you. I do like Anzac biccies.”
Oops, wrong thing to say. Talk
about encouragement. Debbie’s eyes lit up like beacons in a lighthouse and she
turned to the brunette. “Sam, this is Shelly, a friend of mine.”
Shelly was all smiles, holding out
a slim hand with pink-tipped nails. “Hi Sam.” Her gaze travelled up his
length to his face, and he didn’t miss the slight flare of her nostrils.
She’d scented prey. He knew that
look, had seen it focussed often on him, didn’t like it at all.
“Shelly.” Taking her hand, he
gave it a polite little shake and let go.
She didn’t, at least, not right
away. Not before she scraped one long nail lightly along his palm and gave him
a sultry look from beneath long eyelashes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sam.
Debbie has told me so much about you.”
“Really?” He gripped the plate a
little tighter. “Ah, well, that’s nice.”
“Shelly’s a dietician,” Debbie
said. “So I guess you could say she’s in a similar line of work as you.”
He gave a polite smile which then
faltered when he spotted Carly sneaking along the side fence.
She was making an escape. Damn
it!
“Sam?” With a frown, Debbie
started to follow his gaze.
Moving quickly, he forced himself
to look at her and gestured with the plate. “So you two just made these?”
Immediately re-focussed on her
plan to match him with her friend, Debbie smiled. “Well, I gave her the recipe
and Shelly did the rest. She’s a wonderful cook.”
“I can do all sorts of things in
the kitchen.” Shelly’s remark was innocent, but her eyes were definitely not.
The gleam in them was almost predatory. “My specialty is hot…dishes.”