face by the slight smile he gave her.
"I know you, Blythe. No amount of money could make you sleep with a man."
His belief in her touched something deep in her soul, something she'd thought was
damaged beyond repair. "No, money wouldn't do it."
"It was your mother, wasn't it?" Once again she was reminded that this man had
been a cop, and a damn good one. He'd put the pieces together easily.
"Yes." It hurt to admit it out loud, but once she had, it got easier to finish the tale.
"He had his men take pictures of my mother. When he showed them to me, he told me
how vulnerable a sick woman was when she spent hours by herself every day. I had to
work. I hated to leave her." She needed Sam to understand that.
"You did what you had to do. I'm sure your mother understood that." His big hand
continued to brush up and down her arm, moving lower with each stroke so that he
was caressing her hip and thigh.
She leaned into him, savoring the hard feel of his chest against her cheek. "I hope
that she did. I didn't have a choice. Jethro told me that he'd kill her if I didn't do
everything he asked."
"Bastard." She could hear the barely restrained fury in Sam's voice.
"Yes," she nodded in agreement. "He was a bastard, a very sick one. He dressed me
how he wanted and I came to the club every night at six and got to leave at six the
following morning. I sang and he showed me off to all his friends. I'm damned lucky he
was possessive and didn't pass me around to his pals. I'd seen him do that before with
some of his other women." Her teeth started to chatter. She was so cold in spite of the
warmth from Sam's body.
"Blythe." He tilted her chin up using the edge of his fist. "That's enough."
"No," she protested. Like lancing a wound, she knew the only way to ever heal was
to get rid of the poison within her, making sure that there was none left to fester. "He
couldn't get an erection in the normal way and it made him crazy. The only way he
could get it up was with oral sex. So that's what he demanded every single night."
Memories went through her mind at rapid speed. Pictures of her naked, kneeling in
front of him, her mouth on his cock while he tugged her hair and thrust himself in and
out of her mouth. She gagged and coughed at the intense memory.
"Blythe. That's enough." Strong arms rocked her back and forth. "Just breathe,
darlin'." He repeated those words over and over and finally she began to calm down
enough so that she was no longer choking. "That's good. You're doing great. You're
safe now with me and you never have to go through that again."
She raised her head and sniffed as tears rolled down her cheeks. She'd never felt
this safe and secure in her life. Sam Cassidy was a miracle. Shock filled her when she
looked at him. His eyes were damp, his face contorted in pain. She'd done this to him.
"I'm sorry, Sam."
He groaned like a man in pain and gripped her tighter. "Don't you ever apologize.
Not for that. Never for that." His gaze was fierce and it occurred to her that she wasn't
afraid of Sam. She knew deep in her soul that he'd never hurt her.
Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him, giving him the words that she'd
been afraid to offer him before. The words that she'd been afraid that she'd never be
able to tell him after she'd been taken by Adrian Prince's men. "I love you, Sam." He
stilled, studying her face, searching for the truth. She met his gaze evenly. "I don't
expect you to love me back or anything. I just needed to tell you."
Sam surged off the sofa with her still held tight in her arms. Once again, she was
reminded of how much larger he was compared to her. "You can't take it back," he
muttered, his voice low and husky. She linked her arms around his neck as he carried
her toward the bedroom.
She didn't blame him for being unsure. After all, she'd run from him. "I was
coming back." He halted just inside the bedroom door and she could feel the tension
running through his large body. "When I left the bank, I had a choice. Left took me to
the bus station and right would bring me back to you. I was turning right, Sam, when
they caught me and took me."
He groaned, burying his face in the curve of her neck. "Thank you."
She twined her fingers in his hair, holding him tight. "I'm not sure I can do this,
Sam." She wanted to make love with him, but wasn't sure how she'd react after all
she'd been through with Jethro Prince. The last time they'd tried had turned into a
fiasco. Her body wanted him, but she wasn't sure if she was emotionally ready.
"Whatever you want, darlin'. I just need to touch you, to hold you. We won't do
anything you're not comfortable with and we can stop at any time."
If it had been any other man, Blythe never would have believed him, but this was
Sam. She nodded. "Okay."
Cassidy wanted to rage and yell and pound his fists against the walls. If Jethro
Prince hadn't already been dead, he would have gladly killed the man with his bare
hands. He didn't think that Blythe realized that she'd talked out loud when she'd
described what Prince had done to her. She'd been lost in her nightmarish memories
and now they were his as well. He almost broke down and bawled for the first time
since he was a kid. It had been damn close, but he'd managed to hold it together.
When she'd said she'd loved him, his heart had stopped only to start pounding a
second later. He hurt for her. For what she'd had to endure. But she'd survived. Even
better, she'd found a way to defeat the past by turning evidence against the Prince
family. She was smart and funny and loyal and his. He couldn't take away her past, but
he could damn well make sure that her future was a good one--with him.
He wanted to touch her. No, needed to touch her, to reassure himself that she truly
was all right. The hours they'd been apart during the interrogation had been hell. He
knew that she'd been hurt again. Oh, not enough to warrant a trip to the hospital, but
still her precious face was bruised again. He wasn't sure about the rest of her body, but
he was going to find out.
Carrying her to the foot of the bed, he lowered her legs until she was standing on
her own two feet with him behind her. She swayed, so he held her until she was steady.
He turned them slightly until they were facing the antique mirror that stood in the
corner. "I want to look at you." Every muscle in his body was twitching, ready for
action, but he wouldn't make a move without her agreement. This had to be her choice.
She met his gaze in the mirror and nodded. His fingers slid around her waist,
stroking the soft strip of flesh just above her bellybutton. He could feel the muscles in
her tummy jump, but she didn't flinch away from him. His cock began to swell as the
sweet scent of the soft, warm woman in his arms reached his nostrils.
Taking his time, he slid his hands under her top, pushing it upward and finally
over her head. Dropping it to the floor, he stared at her in the mirror. Her breasts were
moving up and down as her breathing deepened. He knew it was part fear and part
arousal as her nipples were puckered tight against the soft cotton fabric of her bra.
"You are so beautiful, Blythe, inside and out." The late aft
ernoon sun shone in
through the window, wrapping her in its glow. His breath feathered across her nape
and as he watched, goose bumps rose on her flesh. He rubbed his hands gently up and
down her arms as he leaned inward, placing an openmouthed kiss on the back of her
neck.
She shivered and leaned back against him, her entire body softening against his.
"Beautiful," he murmured again as he rested his hands on her stomach and then began
the slow slide upward. He paused just beneath the curve of her breasts. She sucked in a
breath, but didn't move. "Only if you want, darlin'," he reminded her.
Her hands covered his and they stood there, neither of them moving. Her eyes met
his, steady and sure as she repositioned his hands until they were covering the plump
mounds. "I want." Her voice, a husky whisper, had his cock twitching against the
zipper of his jeans, urging him to hurry. He struggled for control, knowing that he
needed it more now than ever. He never wanted to do anything to frighten Blythe.
"Should we close the drapes?"
"Only if you want to, darlin'. I'd rather see all of you, but it's your choice."
"Leave them open."
Pleased, he made slow circles with his thumbs, caressing her nipples. "You feel
good. So soft and more than a handful." She laughed as he'd hoped she would, a smile
playing around the corner of her lips.
"You're a breast man?"
"I'm a Blythe man," he corrected. "There isn't anything about you that doesn't
fascinate me." Taking a chance, he flicked the front closure of the bra with his fingers
and peeled the cups away. When she didn't protest, he leaned back long enough to tug
the straps down her arms. The bra fell to the floor, unnoticed by either of them. All
Cassidy's attention was focused on Blythe.
This time when he touched her, he felt only soft, supple flesh. His hands molded
her breasts, his fingers stroked them, brushing over her distended nipples. They were
large and rosy and he had to taste them.
"Keep watching in the mirror." He shifted until he was in front of her, angling his
body so she could still see. Then he leaned down and flicked his tongue over her nipple.
She moaned and swayed closer to him. Encouraged by her reaction, he did it again, this
time curling his tongue around her hard nub.
Her breath caught in her throat. "Again."
Cassidy kissed the swollen tip before wrapping his lips over it and sucking gently.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails making small crescent wounds in his skin.
His erection was throbbing nonstop and his balls ached. Reaching down, he undid the
button on his jeans and tugged down the zipper. His cock pushed against his
underwear, so he shoved it out of the way, breathing a sigh of relief, which was short-
lived as Blythe chose that moment to cup the back of his head, tugging him closer.
It was everything he'd imagined it would be and more. She tasted sweet and salty
as he sucked and laved first one nipple and then the other. He cupped her breasts,
teasing them with his fingers. Blythe sucked in a breath and then whimpered, her hips
swaying toward him.
"More?"
Her eyes were glazed with desire as she nodded and that was all the permission
that he needed. Ever-so slowly, he sat back on his heels and reached for the opening of
her jeans. He undid the button and slid down the zipper. Reaching his hands inside the
fabric, he shoved it over her hips, taking her plain white bikini underwear with it. He
was thankful that she wasn't wearing shoes. It was simple enough for him to remove
her socks as he got her to lift one foot at a time as he whisked off her jeans and panties.
Then she was gloriously naked in front of him. She quivered and started to cover
herself, only to stop and drop her arms by her sides. "You too."
He realized then that he was still totally dressed. Stupid. The last thing he wanted
her to feel was as if she were on display for him. He didn't want past memories tainting
their first time together.
He quickly stood and shucked his shirt, only taking the time to undo the buttons at
the cuff and the neck before yanking it over his head and tossing it aside. It took him a
bit longer to pull off his boots and socks. His jeans were already open, his erection
standing tall and proud, proclaiming his need for her. "Are you sure?" It might kill him
if she said no, but he'd get through it somehow. Still he heaved a sigh of relief when she
nodded. His jeans and underwear were discarded in record time and he stood before
her, letting her look her fill.
Her light blonde hair was tousled, forming a halo around her face. Her lips were
damp, her mouth parted. Her blue eyes were wide as she reached out and touched his
cock. The head bobbed toward her as she stroked her thumb over it. A thick pearl of
fluid seeped from the tip and she spread it over the head.
Her nipples glistened in the afternoon sun from where he'd sucked them. Reaching
out, he touched them gently, groaning when she wrapped her hand around his shaft
and stroked. "You keep that up and I won't last."
She jerked her hand away. "I'm sorry."
Cassidy picked up her hand and returned it to his cock. "I'm not, but I'd rather be
inside you when I come."
She hesitated and then smiled. "I think I'd like that too."
Scooping her up into his arms, he laid her down on the bed and followed,
stretching out beside her. Leaning down, he kissed her. Softly. Slowly. Her lip had a
small cut and her face had to be sore, so he was very gentle, grazing his mouth over
hers. She gasped and parted her lips and he stroked his tongue inward, savoring the
taste of her. Like a fine wine, she seduced him without even trying. Her hand fluttered
upward, stroking the side of his face as he deepened the caress. He wanted to devour
her but knew that a deeper kiss would have to wait until she was healed.
Breaking the kiss, he left a string of kisses down the line of her jaw and then down
the curve of her neck. He lingered over her breasts, enjoying the way she moaned as he
sucked her nipples. Her legs shifted restlessly, her hips tilting toward him, seeking his
hardness and his heat as her fingers clutched at his shoulders. He rubbed his cock
against her thigh, groaning when she reached out and stroked him with her hand.
His cock was throbbing continuously now, his balls tight to his body. He swallowed
hard and thought about a cold shower. It didn't help. Knowing he was running out of
time, he shifted lower, making a place for himself between her spread thighs. She
whimpered and he looked up at her. "Yes," she moaned.
Her legs widened and he took a deep breath, still fighting for control. Her musky
scent wafted up, enticing him, luring him. He stroked his hands up the insides of her
thighs as he lowered his head. Using his thumbs, he opened her sex wide. She was wet
and pink and absolutely beautiful. And if he'd had any doubts about her being a
natural blonde, they were gone. Even her pubic hair was light blonde.
He licked up one side of her labia and down the other, reveling in her whimpers of
need. His tongue flicked over the tight bud of nerves at the apex of her sex and she
arched upward, crying out his name.
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p; Desire, pride and pleasure surged through him. He wanted her to come. He stroked
her with his fingers, dipping one inside her opening. The muscles clenched around
them as he withdrew.
"Sam," she groaned, wrapping her legs around his shoulders to hold him tight to
her.
This time, he thrust two fingers inside her. Her hips arched as he stroked her clitoris
with his tongue. Her heels dug into his back as he pulled his fingers out and shoved
them in again. "Come for me." He blew on her heated flesh and she cried out again.
Sweat was dripping down his temple and his back. With the last sunshine of the day
embracing her in its warmth, she looked like a pagan goddess come to life.
He pushed her harder with his fingers and mouth. Felt the tension rising in her. His
cock ached and throbbed, but he ignored it, all his attention on Blythe. She went rigid, a
soft keening noise escaping her lips as she came. Her body bucked and heaved as he
continued to push her with his fingers. Dampness drenched his hand as her inner
muscles contracted and relaxed. Finally, she let out a soft whimper and collapsed, her
legs sliding off his back to land with a thump on the mattress.
Cassidy heaved a sigh of relief and reached down to press hard just beneath his
balls. Liquid seeped heavily from the tip of his cock and he gritted his teeth and tried
not to think about the warm woman lying next to him who'd just come so sweetly. Her
scent was all around him and on his hands. Shifting to the side, he pulled himself up
beside her and buried his face in the pillows.
Blythe slowly floated back to earth. She'd had an orgasm before, but it had been
years ago, long before she'd ever heard the name Jethro Prince. But she was darn sure
that it had never been anything that resembled what had just happened. She felt totally
relaxed, absolutely safe and completely sated.
Her toes curled into the blankets beneath her and she sighed. She wanted to roll
around on the sheets and purr like a contented cat. She opened her eyes when Sam
shifted up to lie beside her. She blinked when he buried his face in the pillow, not
looking at her. Before she could work up a good worry about what was wrong, he
groaned. She could see his hand between his thighs and realized that he hadn't come.
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