She made a quick phone call to her parents at the hotel to check on Duke, and then took a deep breath and left the security of the bathroom. She could make excuses to Dusty easily enough. She wasn’t feeling well, or she had to get up early to work her mare tomorrow, or any number of other things could get her out of this house, away from Sam O’Donovan.
In fact, she was tempted to just leave quietly, but that would be rude. Dusty had been so nice to her, and Sydney was not a rude person. She couldn’t just leave.
She inhaled again and let out the air slowly. Find Dusty and get the heck out of Dodge.
Finding Dusty meant going out back again, and going out back again meant the risk of running into Sam. It was a chance she’d have to take. She walked slowly through the kitchen out to the back patio and the spacious yard.
She spied Sam deep in conversation with Thunder Morgan. Good. Dusty had said how much her brother admired the bronc busting legend. Hopefully that would keep him occupied long enough for her to escape.
Where the heck was Dusty? Sydney walked around looking, purposely avoiding Sam, but her hostess was nowhere to be seen. Crap. She’d have to leave without saying goodbye. She hated to do it, but she had no other choice.
She walked back into the house, through the kitchen bustling with caterers preparing food and drink, through the long hallway to the front door.
She stopped abruptly.
Where the heck did she think she was going? Her father had dropped her off and taken the rental car back to Bakersville. She was supposed to call him later to come get her.
God! What a brain fart. She needed to get a grip.
She pulled out her cell phone. The drive from town was over a half hour. She’d have to hole up here and wait for her dad.
“Leaving so soon?”
She jerked and turned. Sam, gorgeous Sam, was standing in the front doorway. Why hadn’t she walked farther outside?
“Yes, I’m afraid so,” she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “I have an early morning.”
“Don’t we all.” He came toward her. “At least have something to eat first. McCray beef can’t be beat.”
He took her arm. She sucked in a breath. The man’s touch could ignite a forest.
“Come on. You can eat with me.”
“But you were talking to Mr. Morgan.”
“I have all night to talk to Thunder. He’s not going anywhere. Right now I’d like to have dinner with you. If you don’t mind, that is.”
Mind? Was he kidding? She’d love to have dinner with him. Love to spend the whole evening with him. But it wasn’t a good idea.
“Well, I—”
“A person’s gotta eat, right?” He smiled.
Lord, he was handsome. She relented. “Okay. Dinner sounds good.”
His smile broadened. The man had perfect teeth.
They each loaded their plates with food and sat down at a table with Dusty, Zach, and Sean.
Conversation centered around the rodeo, for which Sydney was thankful. Rodeo talk was easy, free of conflict. She could talk rodeo all night and never tire of it. She loved the rodeo.
When dinner was over, Sydney stood. “I’m so sorry. I have an early morning tomorrow so I need to get going. Thank you for having me.”
“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Dusty asked. “We have a great dessert spread coming up.”
“I wish I could, but I need to get home.”
Sam stood. “I’ll see you out.”
“Um…okay.” She couldn’t be rude, after all.
They walked through the house and out the front door. “Where’s your car?” Sam asked.
“I…uh…need to call my father. He dropped me off.”
“No problem then. I’ll drive you home.”
A half hour in Sam’s presence? Sounded like heaven, but not a good idea. “Please, you don’t need to.”
“My pleasure. There’s no reason to bother your father.”
Energy pulsed between them. Sydney’s loins blazed. How could she manage a half hour with him? Refusing was suddenly no longer an option. She wanted to spend another half hour with him. Wanted it so bad she could taste it.
Despite her sweaty palms and speeding pulse, Sydney kept the conversation on the rodeo. Sam was planning to bronc bust in several competitions. Sydney planned to secretly watch. Seeing his physique in action would be pure pleasure.
Sam insisted on seeing her up to her room at the Bakersville Hotel. Her parents and Duke were in a different room, thank goodness.
When they stopped at the door, Sydney’s heart fluttered.
Sam grabbed one of her hands. “I want you to know something,” he said.
“What?”
“That night we spent, all those years ago, meant a lot to me.”
Her tummy tugged. “It did?”
“Yes. I’d hoped it meant something to you too.”
Oh, it had. More than he’d ever know. “Yes,” she mumbled. “It meant a lot to me.”
“I tried to find you once I got back to Montana. But then I got preoccupied with my ranch. It was nearly bankrupt. I’m sorry. I should have kept looking.”
She swallowed. She’d lain low for a while. “That’s okay. I understand.”
“Well—” Sam let out a huff of air. “It’s been nice seeing you again.”
“Thank you for the ride.”
“My pleasure.” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I guess I’ll see you around the rodeo.”
“Yes.”
He turned to leave, and Sydney’s body quaked. Fierce desire surged through her. Images of their lovemaking five years earlier flashed in her mind. His cock in her mouth, in her body. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm—
“Sam?”
He turned. “Yes?”
She threw her arms around him and pressed her lips to his.
Chapter Three
Sydney had never been one to shy away from what she wanted. After all, she’d invited him to her room that fateful day. In an instant, desire overcame intellect, and all the reasons she should stay away drifted out on the wings of passion.
Sam’s kissing abilities hadn’t waned. His lips parted eagerly for her tongue, and his own met hers with a tantalizing sizzle. He tasted of coffee, of spice, of male beauty. A frenzied kiss, just as it had been all those years ago.
She moaned into his mouth, craving more, all of him.
He ripped his mouth from hers and breathed in heavily. “Sweetheart, what are you after?”
She shook her head. “I wish I knew. All I know is that right now I want you. Do you want me as much as I want you?”
“Baby, I want you so bad I think I might die an early death if I can’t have you.”
Thank God. Quickly she slid her key card through the locking device and opened the door to her room.
They were on each other like mad, ripping their clothes off until garments lay crumpled on the floor in disarray. Naked, they fell onto the bed. He spread her legs and launched into eating her.
It had been so long! To think she’d abstained for five years.
Abstained.
Why? Had she waited for Sam to come back to her? No, definitely not that. Why had she waited so long? She’d had plenty of opportunities.
His tongue was as talented as she remembered. He tormented her clit, tugged on her folds, teased the entrance to her moist channel.
“Mmm,” he said against her, his voice a fuzzy vibration, “you taste so good, sweetheart.”
She writhed, grinding against his face. “That feels so damn good, Sam. God, it’s been forever.”
Had she said that out loud? No matter. This was heaven. She didn’t want to worry about saying the wrong thing. She’d just enjoy it.
He pushed her thighs forward and slid his tongue along the crease between her ass cheeks. No one had ever touched her there. Never. Why? It felt amazing. His tongue was silky against that virgin skin.
“Mmm,” he said again. �
��I’d love to take you here sometime.”
Her ass? Why was that thought such a turn-on?
“I…don’t know—”
“No, baby, not tonight.” He pulled her thighs back and set them on his shoulders. His warm brown gaze settled onto hers. “And never without your okay. It’s just a thought.” He sighed against her skin. “You’re just so beautiful, I want all of you.”
God, maybe.
Was she actually considering it? The thought aroused her. Icy pinpricks poked at her skin. Something about Sam O’Donovan made her want to do anything and everything to please him. And that thought scared the hell out of her.
Before she could dwell on the thought further, Sam went back to work between her legs. Soon she was flying high, ensconced in a climax so deep she thought she might implode on the spot.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He slid his fingers in and out of her. “Come for me. Come for me all night long.”
Oh, I will. As the spasms inside her slowed, he bent down and licked her tight bud, and up she flew again. He brought her to orgasm three times, and then four, and when he began a fifth, she pleaded with him to stop.
“I can’t take any more, Sam. God, please.”
He smiled between her legs, his chin shining with her juices. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Déjà vu. He’d used those words before. He got up and grabbed a condom from his jeans, sheathed himself, and thrust into her wetness.
So full, so perfect. How had she gone so long without this wonderful completion? His mouth took hers, and they kissed frantically, passionately, until she had to rip her lips away to take a much-needed breath.
She’d already had multiple orgasms and didn’t expect to come again, so the spasms building within her were a welcome surprise.
“I can’t believe this. I’m coming again.”
“Yeah, baby. Come again for me.”
He increased the tempo of his thrusts. “God, yeah,” he said. “Oh, God, yeah.”
He plunged a final time, and the convulsions of his cock beat against her walls in time with her own climax.
Together they came.
Together they went limp.
“My God,” Sam said against her neck.
She couldn’t find her voice. Only nodded.
He rolled off her onto the other side of the bed. “It’s been a long time.”
“For me too,” she said. He had no idea how long.
She turned on her side and regarded his gorgeous masculinity. If possible, he’d become even better looking. His sandy brown hair was in shoulder-length disarray, and his warm cognac eyes were heavy-lidded. He was still in the depth of relaxation from his orgasm. His nose was perfectly formed and those lips…too full and pink for a man. Women would spend a bundle on Botox to have them. She couldn’t help herself. She leaned over and pressed her mouth to his in a soft kiss.
“That’s nice, Syd.” He rolled on top of her, pressing his elbows into the bed to keep from crushing her. His gaze pierced hers. “You are beautiful. You haven’t changed a bit in five years.”
She’d changed. He had no idea. She smiled in spite of herself. “You have. You’re even better looking than I remembered.”
His cheeks reddened.
She laughed. “You’re blushing.”
He smiled. “Am not.”
“Are too.” She lifted her head slightly and kissed his lips again. “Pretty soon your cheeks are going to be as pink as these beautiful lips of yours.”
More red. She smiled. This was fun. She reached upward and entwined her fingers through his soft hair. Mmm, soft as suede. She inhaled his oaky scent. Fresh as outdoors, just as she recalled.
“It was a wonderful night, wasn’t it?” she said.
“Yes.” He winked. “You know what, though?”
“What?”
“I’m betting this one will be even better.” He crushed his mouth to hers.
* * *
Sydney woke to the light of dawn streaming through the curtains of her hotel window. She sighed. Colorado mornings were always so beautiful.
Next to her, Sam snoozed on his back, his erection apparent from the tent of the sheets. She gently removed the sheet to view his magnificent body. The satiny bronze of his skin lightened where the streams of sunlight touched it. His cock could have been carved by a Renaissance artist in marble, so perfect it was.
Her sex pulsed just looking at it. She wanted it in her mouth, touching the back of her throat.
Quietly she leaned over and touched her lips to the salty head. She trailed tiny kisses up and down the shaft, licked around his sac.
“Mmm.”
She looked up. His eyes were still closed. A slight smile curved the corners of his beautiful lips.
She smiled and bent back to work. She twirled her tongue over his head, savoring the masculine flavor and his husky moans. She took it all until he grazed the back of her throat. She let up, allowing herself to get used to the sensation. It had been a long, long time since she’d done this.
She caressed the hard muscle of his taut thighs as she continued her assault on his beautiful cock. She took him in again to the back of her throat, his moans fueling her desire to please him.
“Sweetheart.”
She looked up. His brown eyes were open and locked upon hers. “Yes?”
“If you don’t stop now, I’m going to come.”
Worked for her. She wanted him to come. She wanted to take him, swallow for him.
Something she’d never done before.
“It’s okay. I want you to.”
“Oh, God.” He closed his eyes.
She continued, and his hips began thrusting upward in time with her oral strokes. Soon the pulses began low on his shaft, and when his fluid shot into her mouth, she took him, relishing the creamy texture, the salty flavor.
“That was amazing,” he said when she lay back down beside him.
Happiness flowed through her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
He smiled. “I’d be happy to return the favor.”
“I’d love it. But I’m famished.”
“You want to get room service?”
“They don’t have room service here,” she said. “We can run up to Rena’s and get some coffee and scones or something.”
“Hmmm.” He rolled over and gazed at her. “Don’t really feel like leaving this bed anytime soon.”
She laughed. “Neither do I. I think I have some granola bars in my bag. I can make the little pot of coffee too.”
He grinned. “Sounds perfect.”
After a quick breakfast, he made good on his promise to return the favor and brought her to orgasm twice. Then he thrust into her until they both came so hard, Sydney thought they’d created a sonic boom.
God, sex is good.
No. Sex with Sam is good.
Not that she’d know much difference. A high school classmate had taken her virginity in a clumsy coupling. That was the extent of her experience, save for Sam. Didn’t much matter anyway. She couldn’t have Sam forever, and she’d never want anyone else.
Now they lay together, their arms and legs intertwined, kissing each other sweetly and softly. If she continued kissing him for the next fifty years, she’d never get enough of those soft full lips. They licked each other, made love with their mouths.
A knock on the door startled her. She jerked beneath Sam.
He raised his head. “You want me to get that?”
She shook her head, “No, I’ll take care of it.” It was probably her mother or father. She couldn’t let them find her here with Sam. How would that look?
Course she was over eighteen. Wasn’t really their business. But still, they were her parents. They didn’t need to see their daughter enjoying the afterglow of incredible sex.
She rose and retrieved her robe from the bathroom. Before she opened the door, she threw Sam his jeans. “Better put these on.”
“Okay.” He took the jeans. picked up his
shirt, and traipsed to the bathroom.
The knocking pounded again. “I’m coming.”
When she opened the door, her heart nearly stopped when she saw the familiar face.
“What are you doing here?”
Chapter Four
Rodney Kyle stood before her, clad in a navy blue business suit. His blond hair was cut above his ears, and his blue gaze penetrated her.
“I missed you.”
Her nerves skittered across her skin. Now what? Sam is in my bathroom, for God’s sake. At least he was getting dressed. What time was it? She had no idea. Dawn had already broken when she awoke.
Rod leaned in for a kiss. She turned her head and his lips slid over her cheek.
“Some greeting,” he said.
“I’m sorry, it’s just—”
The whoosh of a toilet flush screamed in her ears.
Rod’s eyebrows shot up.
“My mother,” Sydney said, her voice shaking.
God, Sam, please don’t come out of the bathroom!
No such luck. The squeak of the bathroom door brought Sam into the room.
His smile turned downward when he rested his gaze upon Rod. “Uh, who’s this, Syd?”
Rod strode forward, brash and businesslike as ever. He held out his hand. “Rod Kyle. Sydney’s fiancé.”
Sam left Rod’s hand in midair. He turned to Sydney. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Sydney said.
She wasn’t sure which man she was talking do. Did it make a difference?
She wasn’t in love with Rod. She’d planned to break if off with him after the rodeo. After she won a purse. Even if she didn’t. But how could she get Sam to believe that now?
And how could she explain this to Rod? She’d hoped for an amicable parting. That wouldn’t happen now.
Sam, though fully clothed, was clearly disheveled. What would Rod think? Especially since she’d told him she was saving herself for marriage?
And Sam?
She looked like a little slut cheating on her fiancé.
And that’s exactly what she had done, her own feelings aside. She should not have slept with Sam while she was still engaged to Rod. She should have broken up with Rod before she came here. She’d meant to. Why hadn’t she just grown some guts and done it?
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