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before she took a step forward, then another and raised both
hands to his face. He watched in amazement as she leaned
forward and closed the last few inches between them and her
soft lips touched his. It was as if lightening shot through his
entire body when their mouths met.
Donna kissed him until he stumbled back from the force
of it. The back of his legs hit the couch and he fell
backwards with her in his lap. Then the lightening was
shooting through his gunshot wound. He ignored the pain,
instead opting to tangle his good hand in her hair, angle her
head slightly and slide his eager tongue into her warm, wet
mouth.
She moaned and opened her mouth wider, taking his
tongue deeper into her. He definitely wanted to be deeper.
He echoed her sentiment wholeheartedly with an answering
groan of his own when her body pressed closer against the
ever-hardening erection within the jeans he still wore.
Gary’s pharmacist brother-in-law had been right, Sam
was definitely back in the saddle in the love department. He
swore he could hear bells from the sensation her now-
gyrating body caused in his more than ready cock. Then the
doorbell chimed and he did hear bells.
“Shit. That’s the pizza.”
“Ignore it. I don’t want any pizza.” She smiled down at
him and wiggled a bit more, rubbing herself against the seam
of his jeans situated perfectly to cause the most agonizing
pleasure.
As hungry as he thought he had been when he placed the
order, he didn’t want any pizza either right then, but the
delivery guy was not going to leave until he opened the door.
Besides, it was the best pizza in town and he didn’t want to
be blackballed from ordering from there again. “I’ll just be a
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sec, angel. Promise.”
Ignoring the raging hard-on in his pants, Sam flung open
the door, threw some money at the kid, giving him far too
generous of a tip, and had the door closed and locked again,
the pizza stowed safely on the cocktail table, in record time.
He practically sprinted back to the sofa when he noted
Donna had visibly cooled. She sat biting her lip and looking
uncertain.
Damn, he was barely gone a minute. What had
happened? How could a woman go from hot to cold in so
short a time? “What’s wrong, angel?”
“I think you should eat now. I remember reading the
instructions on your pain pills. They said you should eat
something with them. I’m betting you haven’t.”
Sure he had. He had eaten the leftover fortune cookies he
found next to the putrid tea. Sam reached out and stroked the
side of his angel’s face. “I ate. Besides, there is only one
thing I’m interested in eating right now, and that is you.”
Sam feared he might have gone too far with that
statement, true though it was. But instead, he found he had a
woman suddenly in his lap kissing the shit out of him and he
was not complaining.
Mmm, if only he really could flip her over, tear off her
jeans and bury his face between those luscious thighs. The
thought nearly caused him to shoot his load right then in his
pants. But his bum arm was not conducive for that activity at
the moment.
In almost all aspects of his life, Sam was usually the
kind of guy who liked to take charge and be in control. But
sitting trapped, nearly helpless and one-armed beneath the
writhing, aroused body of a hot woman was just fine with
him. He had no problem with the way she grabbed his head
in both hands or the way she explored his mouth with her
sensuous tongue. He definitely did not have a problem when
she slid her hands lower and gently explored the pecs he
worked so hard on at the gym.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” Donna’s voice was husky near
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his ear.
In this position, with her pressed against his throbbing
dick, he probably would not notice if she prodded an ice pick
into his wound, but he agreed. “I will. Promise.” Then he
covered her mouth again with
before she took a step forward, then another and raised both
hands to his face. He watched in amazement as she leaned
forward and closed the last few inches between them and her
soft lips touched his. It was as if lightening shot through his
entire body when their mouths met.
Donna kissed him until he stumbled back from the force
of it. The back of his legs hit the couch and he fell
backwards with her in his lap. Then the lightening was
shooting through his gunshot wound. He ignored the pain,
instead opting to tangle his good hand in her hair, angle her
head slightly and slide his eager tongue into her warm, wet
mouth.
She moaned and opened her mouth wider, taking his
tongue deeper into her. He definitely wanted to be deeper.
He echoed her sentiment wholeheartedly with an answering
groan of his own when her body pressed closer against the
ever-hardening erection within the jeans he still wore.
Gary’s pharmacist brother-in-law had been right, Sam
was definitely back in the saddle in the love department. He
swore he could hear bells from the sensation her now-
gyrating body caused in his more than ready cock. Then the
doorbell chimed and he did hear bells.
“Shit. That’s the pizza.”
“Ignore it. I don’t want any pizza.” She smiled down at
him and wiggled a bit more, rubbing herself against the seam
of his jeans situated perfectly to cause the most agonizing
pleasure.
As hungry as he thought he had been when he placed the
order, he didn’t want any pizza either right then, but the
delivery guy was not going to leave until he opened the door.
Besides, it was the best pizza in town and he didn’t want to
be blackballed from ordering from there again. “I’ll just be a
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sec, angel. Promise.”
Ignoring the raging hard-on in his pants, Sam flung open
the door, threw some money at the kid, giving him far too
generous of a tip, and had the door closed and locked again,
the pizza stowed safely on the cocktail table, in record time.
He practically sprinted back to the sofa when he noted
Donna had visibly cooled. She sat biting her lip and looking
uncertain.
Damn, he was barely gone a minute. What had
happened? How could a woman go from hot to cold in so
short a time? “What’s wrong, angel?”
“I think you should eat now. I remember reading the
instructions on your pain pills. They said you should eat
something with them. I’m betting you haven’t.”
Sure he had. He had eaten the leftover fortune cookies he
found next to the putrid tea. Sam reached out and stroked the
side of his angel’s face. “I ate. Besides, there is only one
thing I’m interested in eating right now, and that is you.”
Sam feared he might have gone too far with that
statement, true though it was. But instead, he found he had a
woman suddenly in his lap kissing the shit out of him and he
was not complaining.
Mmm, if only he really could flip her over, tear off her
jeans and bury his face between those luscious thighs. The
thought nearly caused him to shoot his load right then in his
pants. But his bum arm was not conducive for that activity at
the moment.
In almost all aspects of his life, Sam was usually the
kind of guy who liked to take charge and be in control. But
sitting trapped, nearly helpless and one-armed beneath the
writhing, aroused body of a hot woman was just fine with
him. He had no problem with the way she grabbed his head
in both hands or the way she explored his mouth with her
sensuous tongue. He definitely did not have a problem when
she slid her hands lower and gently explored the pecs he
worked so hard on at the gym.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” Donna’s voice was husky near
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his ear.
In this position, with her pressed against his throbbing
dick, he probably would not notice if she prodded an ice pick
into his wound, but he agreed. “I will. Promise.” Then he
covered her mouth again with
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