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“I need you. Now. Deep.”
“Such sweet words.” He shifted back until he was on his knees. She hugged the pillow again as he lifted her hips enough to slide into her from behind. “Oh, darlin’,” he gritted out, pulling nearly out and driving in again.
“Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, so good.” She squeezed her eyes shut, moaning. He was big and thick, but he filled her perfectly. She pushed back to fully seat him and he groaned.
He held her hips and rammed in and out with deep strokes that she met with equal desperation. His strokes became faster, more intense. He breathed hard, grunted as he ground against her, inside her. “I wanted this to last a while,” he bit out. “Maybe next time.”
“Yes, next time,” she moaned. “Faster. Oh God, faster.”
Never had she enjoyed a man’s lovemaking this much. Her thoughts tumbled all over the place. Wrong man for her. Right man. Impossible man. Perfect man . He took her hard and fast, drove her over the edge into a wild release.
“Oh, Sam!” She shoved back at him until she finally froze, until her release surrounded him as he continued to drive deep.
Her brain cells tried to function again. So good.So very, very good . She was content to remain held by him as he strained to find his own release. Finally he came on a wild roar and she smiled at it.
A few minutes later Valentine lie absolutely boneless with Sam’s big, warm body nestled against her. One of his hands was draped around her and gently massaged her breast. “So, darlin’, still think you’re a woman lover?” he asked in amusement.
“Probably not,” she teased, swiveling her head to look at him. “But I might need a little more convincing.”
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll—” He was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing.
She tried to ignore it, but when the phone went to voice mail, and then rang again with persistence, she gave up. She scooted off the bed and grabbed the phone from her tote bag. “Dr. Hart.”
Five minutes later she’d finished arguing with her partners and faced a scowling, fully dressed Sam. “Sounds like you’re considering giving up on your dream and staying with the status quo. But I think that would be foolish.”
She grabbed her scattered clothes and went to the bathroom to dress. “Sometimes dreams just don’t work out.”
“Are you really going to give up so easily?” he countered, sounding annoyed. “Maybe I ought to have a talk with those partners of yours.”
She stuck her head the door. “Now who is interfering in someone else’s business?” He didn’t look the least bit interested in taking back his offer. Although she would handle her partners and her dream by herself, she felt warmed by his concern for her. And it seemed that she would have to go right back to butting into the ranch matter as well, because she had started to care for him, too.
Chapter Four
The sun was finally creeping up high enough that the lights nestled amongst the towering palm trees started going off for the new day. Sam stood, barefoot, shirtless, and exhausted with his hands braced on the balcony railing. Birds chirped noisily in the massively spread out weeping fig tree beside the small bridge spanning the fish pond in the courtyard below the half circle of condominium apartment buildings. A resort worker had already cleaned the pool and was now hosing down the surrounding cemented area sprinkled with chaise lounges. The day had definitely begun. But Sam wondered where the night had gone.
He took another deep drink of the coffee he’d made sometime in the middle of the night. Being here on “vacation” was nearly as exhausting as working on the ranch. He’d flown what had seemed endlessly to get here, and then gone to a mai tai party his first night on the island. The time zone thing had still been bothering him and he would have liked to stay at the resort that next day. But Shelby had insisted on him going on that whale-watching
“Such sweet words.” He shifted back until he was on his knees. She hugged the pillow again as he lifted her hips enough to slide into her from behind. “Oh, darlin’,” he gritted out, pulling nearly out and driving in again.
“Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, so good.” She squeezed her eyes shut, moaning. He was big and thick, but he filled her perfectly. She pushed back to fully seat him and he groaned.
He held her hips and rammed in and out with deep strokes that she met with equal desperation. His strokes became faster, more intense. He breathed hard, grunted as he ground against her, inside her. “I wanted this to last a while,” he bit out. “Maybe next time.”
“Yes, next time,” she moaned. “Faster. Oh God, faster.”
Never had she enjoyed a man’s lovemaking this much. Her thoughts tumbled all over the place. Wrong man for her. Right man. Impossible man. Perfect man . He took her hard and fast, drove her over the edge into a wild release.
“Oh, Sam!” She shoved back at him until she finally froze, until her release surrounded him as he continued to drive deep.
Her brain cells tried to function again. So good.So very, very good . She was content to remain held by him as he strained to find his own release. Finally he came on a wild roar and she smiled at it.
A few minutes later Valentine lie absolutely boneless with Sam’s big, warm body nestled against her. One of his hands was draped around her and gently massaged her breast. “So, darlin’, still think you’re a woman lover?” he asked in amusement.
“Probably not,” she teased, swiveling her head to look at him. “But I might need a little more convincing.”
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll—” He was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing.
She tried to ignore it, but when the phone went to voice mail, and then rang again with persistence, she gave up. She scooted off the bed and grabbed the phone from her tote bag. “Dr. Hart.”
Five minutes later she’d finished arguing with her partners and faced a scowling, fully dressed Sam. “Sounds like you’re considering giving up on your dream and staying with the status quo. But I think that would be foolish.”
She grabbed her scattered clothes and went to the bathroom to dress. “Sometimes dreams just don’t work out.”
“Are you really going to give up so easily?” he countered, sounding annoyed. “Maybe I ought to have a talk with those partners of yours.”
She stuck her head the door. “Now who is interfering in someone else’s business?” He didn’t look the least bit interested in taking back his offer. Although she would handle her partners and her dream by herself, she felt warmed by his concern for her. And it seemed that she would have to go right back to butting into the ranch matter as well, because she had started to care for him, too.
Chapter Four
The sun was finally creeping up high enough that the lights nestled amongst the towering palm trees started going off for the new day. Sam stood, barefoot, shirtless, and exhausted with his hands braced on the balcony railing. Birds chirped noisily in the massively spread out weeping fig tree beside the small bridge spanning the fish pond in the courtyard below the half circle of condominium apartment buildings. A resort worker had already cleaned the pool and was now hosing down the surrounding cemented area sprinkled with chaise lounges. The day had definitely begun. But Sam wondered where the night had gone.
He took another deep drink of the coffee he’d made sometime in the middle of the night. Being here on “vacation” was nearly as exhausting as working on the ranch. He’d flown what had seemed endlessly to get here, and then gone to a mai tai party his first night on the island. The time zone thing had still been bothering him and he would have liked to stay at the resort that next day. But Shelby had insisted on him going on that whale-watching
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