"You let me
believe you were dead. I can't forgive you for that. We can never
have a meaningful relationship. Let me go, Sam. It was over for us
years ago."
Sam was quick to respond. "Who said anything
about a meaningful relationship? You misunderstand. I'm not going
to divorce you so we may as well make the best of the situation. I
can tell you want me. Your lips and body tell me all I need to
know. You're a passionate woman, Lacey," Sam continued. "I haven't
forgotten that about you. Since Cramer is out of the picture, why
not share your passion with me?"
"That does it, Sam Gentry!" Lacey charged.
She raised her arm to strike him but this time Sam was too fast for
her. He caught her wrist. Then he scooped her into his arms and
carried her down the hallway until he found another door.
Sam shoved the door open with his foot and
pushed into the room. He smiled when he saw how well he'd chosen.
The bedroom definitely belonged to a female, probably Lacey. He
slammed the door shut with his foot and carried Lacey to the bed.
He dropped her, watched her bounce a time or two, then flung
himself on top of her.
Lacey's words were tinged with fear. "What
are you going to do?"
"Prove something to both of us," Sam bit
out.
"Get off of me!"
"I will, in time. Tell me you don't want
me."
Her chin lifted pugnaciously. "I don't want
you."
"Tell me after I kiss you."
His mouth came down hard on hers. His kiss
was not gentle, nor was it particularly brutal. It was very
persuasive, utterly demanding. Lacey thought she had survived the
worst of it quite nicely until he prodded her lips apart and thrust
his tongue past her teeth. He kissed her so thoroughly she felt the
compelling need to kiss him back. She fought it as long as she
could, then her mouth softened beneath his.
Sam lifted his head and smiled down at her.
"Tell me."
Gathering her scattered wits about her, Lacey
cried, "I don't want you!"
Lacey was forced to endure another assault
upon her senses as his mouth returned to feast on hers. Then his
hands covered her breasts and she lost the ability to think. Lacey
had no idea Sam had worked her buttons free until she felt his
fingers tweak a bare nipple.
"Remember how it was between us, Lacey? We
couldn't keep our hands off of one another. The few times we were
together weren't nearly enough. I hadn't satisfied my lust for you
before I was taken away. We have all the time in the world now to
explore our unsated passion."
"You can't mean that," Lacey whispered. "You
can't mean for us to stay together."
Sam appeared too interested in her breasts
and puckered nipples to answer. She watched in trepidation as he
licked and nipped at them. She bit out a gasp when he took one
aroused tip into his mouth and suckled her.
"You always did like it when I sucked your
nipples," he said, raising his head and grinning down at her. "You
liked it when I did this, too."
Lacey tried to stop his hand from crawling
beneath her skirts but she wasn't fast enough. She felt the
pressure of his fingers between her thighs, inching upward, close,
so close. No one had touched her intimately since Sam. Holding her
breath, she anticipated his fingers there, where she was slick and
needy. She nearly screamed when the delicious pressure ceased.
"Shall I stop, Lacey?"
"Yes! No! Oh, please!"
Her back was bowed, her breath spewing forth
in painful gasps. "I know what you want, Lacey," Sam said as his
fingers continued exploring the intimate flesh between her thighs.
One finger pushed inside her and she arched violently. He began to
stroke, in and out, his rhythm increasing until she was nearly mad
with the need to end it. Then it came, from somewhere deep inside
her, the explosion that turned her body into a raging inferno.
Seized by euphoria, she rode the cresting waves until they finally
ebbed and she lay limp and sated.
"Like that, did you?" Sam asked.
"I...I...damn you, Sam Gentry! You had no
right."
"I'm the only man who has a right."
He pushed
believe you were dead. I can't forgive you for that. We can never
have a meaningful relationship. Let me go, Sam. It was over for us
years ago."
Sam was quick to respond. "Who said anything
about a meaningful relationship? You misunderstand. I'm not going
to divorce you so we may as well make the best of the situation. I
can tell you want me. Your lips and body tell me all I need to
know. You're a passionate woman, Lacey," Sam continued. "I haven't
forgotten that about you. Since Cramer is out of the picture, why
not share your passion with me?"
"That does it, Sam Gentry!" Lacey charged.
She raised her arm to strike him but this time Sam was too fast for
her. He caught her wrist. Then he scooped her into his arms and
carried her down the hallway until he found another door.
Sam shoved the door open with his foot and
pushed into the room. He smiled when he saw how well he'd chosen.
The bedroom definitely belonged to a female, probably Lacey. He
slammed the door shut with his foot and carried Lacey to the bed.
He dropped her, watched her bounce a time or two, then flung
himself on top of her.
Lacey's words were tinged with fear. "What
are you going to do?"
"Prove something to both of us," Sam bit
out.
"Get off of me!"
"I will, in time. Tell me you don't want
me."
Her chin lifted pugnaciously. "I don't want
you."
"Tell me after I kiss you."
His mouth came down hard on hers. His kiss
was not gentle, nor was it particularly brutal. It was very
persuasive, utterly demanding. Lacey thought she had survived the
worst of it quite nicely until he prodded her lips apart and thrust
his tongue past her teeth. He kissed her so thoroughly she felt the
compelling need to kiss him back. She fought it as long as she
could, then her mouth softened beneath his.
Sam lifted his head and smiled down at her.
"Tell me."
Gathering her scattered wits about her, Lacey
cried, "I don't want you!"
Lacey was forced to endure another assault
upon her senses as his mouth returned to feast on hers. Then his
hands covered her breasts and she lost the ability to think. Lacey
had no idea Sam had worked her buttons free until she felt his
fingers tweak a bare nipple.
"Remember how it was between us, Lacey? We
couldn't keep our hands off of one another. The few times we were
together weren't nearly enough. I hadn't satisfied my lust for you
before I was taken away. We have all the time in the world now to
explore our unsated passion."
"You can't mean that," Lacey whispered. "You
can't mean for us to stay together."
Sam appeared too interested in her breasts
and puckered nipples to answer. She watched in trepidation as he
licked and nipped at them. She bit out a gasp when he took one
aroused tip into his mouth and suckled her.
"You always did like it when I sucked your
nipples," he said, raising his head and grinning down at her. "You
liked it when I did this, too."
Lacey tried to stop his hand from crawling
beneath her skirts but she wasn't fast enough. She felt the
pressure of his fingers between her thighs, inching upward, close,
so close. No one had touched her intimately since Sam. Holding her
breath, she anticipated his fingers there, where she was slick and
needy. She nearly screamed when the delicious pressure ceased.
"Shall I stop, Lacey?"
"Yes! No! Oh, please!"
Her back was bowed, her breath spewing forth
in painful gasps. "I know what you want, Lacey," Sam said as his
fingers continued exploring the intimate flesh between her thighs.
One finger pushed inside her and she arched violently. He began to
stroke, in and out, his rhythm increasing until she was nearly mad
with the need to end it. Then it came, from somewhere deep inside
her, the explosion that turned her body into a raging inferno.
Seized by euphoria, she rode the cresting waves until they finally
ebbed and she lay limp and sated.
"Like that, did you?" Sam asked.
"I...I...damn you, Sam Gentry! You had no
right."
"I'm the only man who has a right."
He pushed
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