Voluptuous by Natasha Moore Page A

shoulders. She told herself if was because she was
chilly, not because she wanted to cover up as much of her naked flesh as
possible. “My favorite midnight snack.”
    “You are a woman after my own heart,” Sam said brightly. He
grabbed a couple of cold beers from the fridge and they sat in the middle of
the floor and started in on the other half of the pizza.
    “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” he asked after he’d
practically inhaled his first slice.
    “That’s right,” she said with a silly smile. “This is still
our first date. We have to get all that first-date stuff out of the way.”
    “After the sex, you mean?” His playful wink made her stomach
tickle.
    She laughed. “Exactly. I have one sister. She’s five years
older than me. A stay-at-home mom with three kids. No brothers. How about you?”
    “Two brothers. Both got jobs and moved away from here. No
sisters. I’m the oldest.”
    That didn’t surprise her. He had that bossy way about him
when it suited him. And it seemed to suit her as well. “Favorite music?” she
asked.
    “Old-time rock and roll,” he replied without hesitation.
“Led Zeppelin. Creedence. The Stones.”
    “I’d have to add Aerosmith and Journey to the list,” she
told him, getting shivers as he listed some of the favorites on her iPod.
    “Queen?” he suggested.
    “Yes. And Heart and Bon Jovi.”
    “Guess we wouldn’t argue too much about the songs to play on
a road trip.”
    Road trip? “Guess not.” She turned back to the pizza on her
plate. She couldn’t get her hopes up. He was simply making conversation. But
when she looked up at Sam again he was studying her. She had no idea what he
was thinking.
    She finished her pizza, then wondered what she should be
doing now. Usually it was the guy who made excuses and left her after sex. She
didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to make excuses but maybe that’s what he
was waiting for her to do. He was too nice a guy to kick her out.
    “Well.” Meredith cleared her throat and took one more swig
of beer. She pulled the shawl a little tighter around her shoulders. “I guess I
should get dressed and call a cab.”
    Sam frowned. “What?” He grabbed her hand and pulled her
close. The shawl loosened and slipped off one shoulder. “Where do you think
you’re going?” he growled.
    She swallowed. “I thought maybe you were ready to get rid of
me.”
    “Did I do something to give you that idea?” He brushed the
cold beer bottle across her nipple and she shivered with delight.
    “No. But I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.” Another one
of her mother’s edicts.
    He tilted his head, raised that brow and took another sip
from the bottle of beer.
    “It’s just that we had drinks,” she said, rushing on with
the explanation. “Ate. Had sex. Ate some more. Had more drinks. Shared family
facts. Is there some other first-date requirement I forgot about?”
    He flicked her other nipple with the bottle before he set it
down. “I don’t want you to go.” His words gave her a thrill. He pulled her onto
his lap. She straddled him and her pussy rode up against his hard arousal. “Do
you want to leave?”
    “No.”
    He slid his hand between their bodies and cupped her mound.
“Good, because I haven’t fucked this pussy yet and I think that’s a
requirement. Don’t you?”
    Meredith nodded slowly. She’d hoped to get a chance to feel
him inside her before they went their separate ways. Her sex clenched as she
imagined Sam’s cock buried deep within her. She started to move off his lap.
    He tightened his grip on her hips. “Wait. You’re always in
such a hurry.”
    “I thought we were having sex.”
    “We’ll get to the bedroom again, don’t worry.” He brushed a
few wayward strands of hair away from her face. “I like holding you,
sweetheart. Give me a minute more.”
    “Okay.” She leaned into him, wrapped her arms around his
neck and pressed her breasts into his hot chest. Her shawl