In the glass, our faint reflection did a great show of making us look like a real couple. The dark-blond locks of his hair brushed against the dark wayward strands of mine that had come free from my bun. We looked good together.
It was scary that we looked better than we did before. From the shimmer of a reflection.
I turned to face him and he pressed his forehead to mine for a few seconds. A few sensational seconds. Then he stepped back and caution clouded his eyes.
“Why did you leave?” he asked. “Do you regret last night?”
I shook my head quickly. I never factored in him thinking that. I would definitely hate for him to think that since that wasn’t the case at all. “No, not at all. I don’t. I just…”
His gaze intensified with curiosity now. “What?”
“I didn’t know what it meant.” I glanced down at the floorboards then returned my gaze to his.
“What do you want it to mean?”
Me? He was throwing the ball to me, placing it in my court? “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if you can ask me that.”
He lifted my chin and brushed the edge of my jaw with his thumb. “Last night you didn’t want it to end.”
“I don’t.”
Desire filled his eyes, replacing the haze of caution. “I don’t either. I want you.”
I couldn’t bite back the smile that tugged at my lips. “I’m here in your house. So that’s kind of dusted.” I borrowed his words from the other day.
“No, no. I don’t just want you here in my house.”
His smile brightened and the scandalous, seductive look he gave me made my whole body blush and my toes curl.
“Lieutenant, I’m going to need you to be a little bit more specific than that. I’m a lawyer. We never assume anything. Want could have several meanings. I’d like to make sure my understanding is completely correct.”
“That’s no problem. Let me be more specific for you.”
The lust in his eyes told all, making desire pool between my thighs.
“I want you here.” He pressed his lips to mine but didn’t linger for the kiss I thought he was going to give me. “I want those lips on mine, and all over my body. I want those lips on my cock.”
The rawness of his words made me wet instantly, and in the same instant I became a slave to the savage lust that coursed through me.
It rendered me speechless. In fact, all I could do was swallow hard.
He gave me a satisfied smile as he observed my reaction. Pressing his lips back to the crook of my neck, he kissed the skin there, but surprised me when he licked up to the edge of my jaw.
“I want to taste you just like that…everywhere. Every part of your perfect body. Every. Single. Part.”
My breath hitched.
His smile brightened as he continued the seduction, this time running his fingers over my nipples and taking his time to undo the little buttons that held my top together. When the soft silk lay open, he snapped the butterfly clasp of my bra open with a flick of his fingers and my breasts spilled out—thrusting invitingly toward him.
He lowered further and planted kisses across the swells and down, down to my nipples that pebbled at the smoothness of his touch.
“I want these in my mouth all night.”
Heat spiked inside me, crackling with wild sexual energy, appeasing the hunger I had for this man. Hunger I’d pushed aside for the years without him. Hunger I pushed aside for the years I spent wanting him.
His lips closed over my nipple and every cell in my body awakened in sheer, sensational delight.
He sucked, slowly, teasing, tasting. Purposely slower, and it was worse than the raw need he exhibited last night when he devoured me. I closed my eyes, moaning into the arousal that took me.
“Beautiful Olivia,” he breathed, pulling back. “I want you here.” The wicked smile on his face and the dark heat that made the blue of his eyes darken with it as he crouched down told me exactly what he was about to do to me.
The wildness of him, the craving he showed me, made me faint.
He brushed his lips over my thighs, just by the edge of the hem of my skirt, and started rolling it up.
His lips caressing my skin shot an arrow of liquid heat straight into my groin. My heart skipped then started to race. With my skirt now rolled up to my hips, he tugged on the black lace of my panties.
“Fuck yeah,” he sighed with sinful delight, examining the lace. “Jesus H., Olivia, you’re too damn sexy for your own good.”
I gasped, relieving the constriction in my chest as he pressed me against the glass. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before he moved the lace of my panties aside and slid his fingers inside me.
My lips parted and all I could do was moan.
“I want you here. Inside and outside. Have I made myself clear, Councilor?”
I couldn’t answer. I didn’t think I needed to. It was clear, all so clear.
His wicked smile became more sinful and the devil knew what he was doing to me. Making me come undone with his clever fingers and the seduction of him. He knew what he was doing.
His fingers stroked the hard nub of my clit, sending shivers of ecstasy through my body. I grew embarrassingly wet by the second, and wetter still when he pulled his fingers out and licked them.
I watched, getting the tightness in my chest again when he parted my thighs, moved forward and nuzzled his face right there so he could replace where his fingers had been with his tongue.
I pressed my head back into the glass and grasped against it for anything to hold onto, but of course there was just glass.
His tongue lashed inside me, driving me crazy with the pleasure-filled torture that came with each stroke and swirl.
“Sam…!” I cried, arching into him as he ate me up.
He didn’t stop. He continued, pushing me right to the edge and over it. Over into the erotic oblivion that shook me from the orgasm that tore me in half. Then he drank as I came, licking me clean. Licking and tasting.
My body gave into the scandalous pleasure that gripped it. The climax, however, left me weak, helpless like a rag doll. I slumped against the glass, my clothes ruffled with my blouse open and skirt rolled up my legs.
He stood and tugged on the edge of my blouse.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded, voice low and sexy.
I was under the thrall of him, and helpless as I was, I did as he said. I backed off my blouse and bra, then slid my skirt and panties down my legs, stripping down to nothing.
He took the edge of my waist and lowered to kiss me.
“Take off my clothes.” He whispered the command against my lips. The gleam in his eyes held me in place.
Taking my clothes off was one thing, but his…
Jada’s advice filtered into my sex-hazed mind.
Go with the flow.
In this instance I for damn certain would, and I felt the meaning in her advice. It was simple: just allow your body to take control and do the work.
I reached for his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, messing up his hair. I scanned over the deep planes of the peaks and valleys of his abs with all those tattoos. Celtic swirls with a mixture of meaningful Japanese characters.
A smile tugged at the edge of my mouth.
By the time I got to his pants, I realized I was enjoying this way too much.
I undid his belt buckle, then the zipper of his pants. We both watched his pants slide down to his feet. He kicked them off, over to where my clothes were.
My gaze settled on his cock pressing against the black cotton of his Calvin Klein boxers. Like this, Sam looked like a very erotic ad for the brand.
I fluttered my fingers over the waistband and tugged on the elastic. He smiled when I pulled it down and his massive cock jutted free.
The boxers floated down to his feet, too, and he kicked those off to join the rest of our clothes. I didn’t get the chance to continue admiring him, although I guess I
had the whole day to do that, and all night according to his schedule. He flipped me around to face the glass and I gasped when I looked out to the beautiful sea before us and saw a man walking his Labrador on the beach.
“Oh God!” I shrieked, ready to run because, as far as I was concerned, Sam and I were both standing in front of a glass window, naked.
Sam chuckled in that deep, sexy manner and held me still against the glass.
“Don’t worry, no one can see in. Olivia, you know I don’t share things that belong to me.”
I glanced back at him, over my shoulder.
“You’re mine,” he said and bent down to get a condom from the back pocket of his pants and sheathed himself with it.
His strong hands returned to my hips and pulled me flush against his rock-hard body.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, repeating the words with more fervency, as if more for effect.
There was no argument because I always felt like his. Always.
Now the faded image of us held within the reflection of the glass was truly sexy—erotic at its height.
He pushed his heavy erection against my slick opening, moving himself against me to tease my folds open.
A bolt of fire lanced through me when he thrust in, and I gasped from the impact. It was so powerful it affected him, too, and he growled deep and low, tightening his grasp on my hips. Sam began to move inside me in a slow and sure rhythm that stretched me to take more of him inside.
I moaned as he went deeper and his thrusts became more powerful and relentless. Faster. Faster and faster until he started pounding and my inner walls rippled against him.
Pleasure racked my body with each thrust, making me ache for more. More that he gave me as he slammed into me rough and gasping.
Trapped amongst the mind-numbing sensations that assailed me, I allowed him to take me, allowed him to make me his. I enjoyed every single second.
Body to body, we moved together with the rhythm that took us. And when the climax came, it came for the both of us. Powerful and greedy. We both gasped and moaned, crying out each other’s names as we came. For all I knew I could have been blasted with a fireball made of the passion that seized us. That was exactly what it felt like. A fireball that hit me and sparked over every nerve ending in my being.
Gasping and groaning, we gave into the mutual pleasure. He held me against him, pressing my back to his chest while he rested the top of his head on mine.
I thought he was going to say something like last time but he didn’t. I understood the silence and the strength of his hold. The silence spoke loud, to the point where it was deafening. It showed me all that he felt for me.
He was the same Sam I always loved.
He didn’t need to say anything.
Chapter 16
Olivia
Saturday morning, at Sam’s place…
In his bed. Again…
At least I was aware of what day it was. A definite improvement to yesterday when I didn’t know when or where I was.
This wasn’t a just-last-night thing to worry about. I’d gotten lost in the man for two days straight, going to my apartment once for a change of clothes and a bath.
Two days straight. Or, rather, two nights. Two nights where we felt like that couple we were years ago. But the eight years of not seeing each other added more passion to us.
I rolled over onto my side and my gaze landed on the gorgeous man who’d driven me wild.
He stood by the long French windows that gave a spectacular view of the sea, with the waves pulling in and out of the shore. With him standing there, and the gorgeous view, I couldn’t think of a better picture or anything better to wake up to.
Him…
Sam Hawthorne standing by the window in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and that masterpiece of a torso on display, with his hair draped to the left so I could admire the sharp bone structure of his exotic cheekbones.
What is he thinking?
He gazed out to the sea so pensive, like he had serious things on his mind. When I shuffled to sit and pull the sheets up to cover my breasts, he turned to see me and smiled. That smile… Wow. Now that was the stuff dreams were made of. A smile on a truly gorgeous man who looked at me like I was the most important thing in his world.
He came over to me and planted a soft kiss on my lips.
“How come you always look so good? No normal person looks that good at this time of the morning,” I joked.
“You should know. Look at you.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and they got stuck on a knot. My eyes widened and I grimaced. What on earth was he talking about? Yesterday I thought I looked like a disaster. Today I didn’t need to think it because it was true.
“My hair.” I winced, fearing what I really looked like.
He laughed. “Hair looks fine. Like a goddess who’s had wild sex all night.”
I smacked him on his chest when he came forward and tried to kiss me again.
“Sam, I look like a cavewoman.” I was certain I did. Granted, it was times like this when I was grateful for the professional way that I’d had my hair chemically straightened with a relaxer. It meant fewer knots when wet in the rain like the other night, and made for more manageable hair if I fell asleep with it all over the place like last night. It was a mess, but it hung down past my elbows in big waves. Big, messy waves.
“A sexy cavewoman I’m going to spend the day feasting on.” He came for me again and kissed me.
I could have stayed like this forever. I really could have, but the same longing that made me want him also made me want to know what all this meant for us. I was stuck on the same question as yesterday.
Letting him know how much I wanted him was an answer that sated the needs of the present. That was well and truly obvious. It didn’t do anything, however, for my questions on what would happen next week when he left.
I pulled back and held his gaze.
“Sam, I’m in your bed again.”
“And you’re going to stay there. Forever, if I have my way.”
I giggled when he tried to pull the sheet away from my breasts. I pulled it back, to his dismay, and his brows snapped together.
“No, no more.”
“What?” Now his brows shot up. “Please, God… Don’t tell me she’s going home.” He made a show of looking up heavenward then back to me. “He says you can’t leave.”
“He said no such thing. I’m pretty certain He’s probably not talking to you with the way you ravished me last night, and the night before, except last night was far worse. You are the devil, Sam Hawthorne.”
That wicked smile returned. “Well you must be Mrs. Devil, because you gave as much as you got.”
My cheeks burned at the truth in that. Maybe if I didn’t want him so damn bad I would have had an ounce of control.
“Whatever, the answer’s still no. No more.”
“Why?”
“Because…we can’t keep doing this. Fun as it is.” I giggled as he lowered and placed gentle kisses along my neck.
“It’s more than fun. Woman, you’re like a damn drug to me. I can’t stop wanting you. I couldn’t care less if we stayed here forever and fucked to death in this bed.”
Again I smacked him in his chest, although really what I wanted him to do was take me again. “You are so dirty, Sam.”
“But you love my dirty mouth so much.” His lips curled up into a sexy smile.
“Yes I do, but not when I’m worried.” It was so easy to get caught up. Doing that, though, would just make things fester and make me crazy in the process.
He sat back and looked at me. “What’s on your mind, baby?”
“I don’t know how you could ask me that.” I smirked.
He smiled and tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear. “The questions.”
I tilted my head to the side. “What questions are you specifically talking about?”
“The ones you haven’t asked. The ones you want to
ask but haven’t.”
It was nice to see that he could still read my mind.
“Go on, ask me,” he added.
I drew in a ragged breath. It wasn’t that I simply found it difficult to ask him what was on my mind, it was because one of the questions plagued my mind for the whole time he was away. I hinted at it the other day, but asking it outright was different.
“Where did you go?” The minute the words fell from my lips the light playful mood tensed.
“Mexico,” he answered.
I frowned. “We looked for you in Mexico. That was the first place we went to when we exhausted everywhere that you would have been local. I stayed here searching, but Dad hired a private investigator and they spent a few days out there looking.”
He looked completely thrown to hear that and pressed his lips together. “He did all that?”
“Sam, I know you think that you didn’t belong anywhere, but you were ours. You belonged with us. You belonged with me. Of course he did all that.”
“Thank you…it means…” His voice trailed off. “I know I belonged with you. At the time I just couldn’t face anyone. I still feel like I can’t when I think about Coop. Remember what I told you about Mexico when we were kids?”
I remembered well. “That it was the kind of place where no one would find you if you wanted to get lost? Yes, it’s so true.”
“Yes, it is true. You pay the right people and do the right things for the people in charge, you stay off grid.”
God… He really didn’t want to be found.
An awkward silence filtered into the space between us. I didn’t allow it to stop me. I’d waited years for this.
“You stay there the whole time?”
“Mostly, but I went back and forward because of work.”
“Business development for Stephens Inc?”
“No. That was more of a recent thing.”
“So when did you get back to L.A.?”
“Last Saturday. That was the first time.”
A week today. He’d been here a week. “Where will you go? Where will you go next?”
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