Heart & Soul: The Surprise (Heartland Series) (3 page)

Her
hands snaked up from his arms to wrap around his neck.
 
Sam heard a growl escape his lips as she did
what she’d wanted to do since she'd first set eyes on him. Slowly, she ran her
fingers through his hair.
 
Clenching her
hands into fists, she held the dark mane tightly, pulling his head closer as he
began to suckle just behind her ear.
 

What
was he doing to her?
 

Sam
tried her hardest to remain upright, but she knew if he was to just walk away
now, she would collapse into a simpering mess on the elevator floor.
 
She let her eyes flutter closed as he felt
him begin to nibble along her skin only to return and soothe the area with his
tongue.
 
As Alistair continued his
ministrations, she slowly slid her hands down back to his chest, pushing his
jacket off his shoulders.
 
He had to
release his hold on her to remove the garment, but they were back on her before
it hit the floor, running up and down her arms through her shirt.
 
Suddenly her favourite shirt became nothing
more than a hindrance as she yearned to feel his skin against hers.

She
loved the feel of his strong chest under her palms and before Sam knew what was
happening her fingers were working on the buttons of his shirt, her breath
catching at each newly exposed piece of skin that was revealed to her eager
eyes.
 
Reaching his waist, she tugged the
material from his pants in one quick motion, freeing the final button.
 
Looking up, her eyes locked with his and she
froze momentarily, trying to decipher the look he was giving her.
 
It was so intense it almost took her breath
away.
 

Tentatively,
she pressed her hands to his bare chest, smiling to herself as he closed his
eyes, his hands tightening on her waist.
 
She could have sworn he was shaking as she slid her hands upwards.
 
Her palms skimmed across his nipples and she
revelled in the groan that passed his lips as a shudder shook his body.
 
Within moments, his shirt joined his jacket
on the floor and Sam openly stared at his body.

Holy fuck the
man was sexy.

His
golden skin was silky smooth, just the way she liked it. Her hands that rested
on his shoulders moved down and slowly caressed his pectorals.
 
Her eyes impatiently moved lower to his well
defined abs.
 
Sam flicked her tongue out
and ran it along her lips as she eyed the three rows of muscle.
 
She was practically salivating with the
desire to run her tongue along each and every ridge.

His
eyes were hooded as she returned her gaze to his. Giving him a small smile, Sam
lowered her head and pressed her lips to his bare skin as her nails scraped
across his nipples.

“Fuck
Sam.”

Alistair’s
reaction almost knocked her off her feet as he lifted her head and took her
mouth in a searing kiss.
 
This was what
she wanted, what she needed from him in that moment.
 
She moaned into the kiss as he expertly
worked her lips, sliding his tongue across the seam, encouraging her to open to
him, something she did with no hesitation.

Their
tongues fought a fierce duel as they devoured one another.
 
When Alistair released her lips on a growl,
Sam allowed her head to fall forward, bringing her mouth in contact with
Alistair’s shirt-free torso. As she peppered kisses across his collarbone, she
could feel the vibrations in his chest and felt his hands tighten around her.
Spurred on by his reaction, she made her way back to his neck and rose onto her
tiptoes as she nibbled where she felt his racing pulse.

oOo

His
reaction was swift and immediate as he grabbed her beneath her thighs and
hoisted her against him, forcing her to wrap her legs around his hips as he
crushed his lips to hers.
 
No longer able
to restrain his desires, Alistair pushed his tongue past her parted lips to
taste her completely.
 
His tongue
explored every crevice of her mouth as his one hand gripped her waist, the
other running along her thigh. He growled into the kiss as she tightened her
grip on him with her legs, sliding her warmth against his erection, the
friction sending what little blood he had left in his brain right to his
crotch.

Hesitating
only slightly, his fingers made quick work of the buttons of her shirt and he
parted the red material, revealing her body to his gaze.
 
He breathed deeply as he took in every aspect
of her torso. The soft swell of her full breasts, not hidden by black lace, was
just begging to be touched.
 
Trailing a
finger along the lacy edge of her bra, he smiled as her head fell back as she
let out a strangled groan, her body shuddering as she clung to him.
 

"So fucking beautiful." He
spoke as he took in her creamy skin, his hand gently kneading her breast,
pinching the erect nipple as her back arched into him

"Yes Alistair." Sam hissed
as her eyes closed and her lips parted.

Alistair gave in to the urge to feel
her body against his as he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her chest
flush against his.
 
The feel of her bare
skin on his was almost his undoing as he fought to regain some control of a
situation he knew was getting quickly out of control. No matter how much he
wanted to take her right now, he couldn't.
 
As she kissed his neck and he felt her hands exploring his body,
stopping was the farthest thing from his mind.

Taking her face in his hands, he
pressed his lips to hers again as her arms locked around his neck to pull him
closer, their bodies almost as one as he struggled to make out when he ended
and she began. It was the urgent need for oxygen that made it necessary for
them to stop and Alistair rested his forehead against hers, fighting to regain
the control that he had almost lost completely.

When his breathing had evened out, he
lifted his head and looked into her eyes, pleased at the gorgeous picture that
greeted him.
 
There was a rosy glow to
her cheeks and a definite twinkle in her eyes. She didn
’
t appear to be in a hurry to move, seeming content to stay
there in his arms, at least for a few more moments.

"I want to fuck you so bad
Samantha.
 
I want to strip you naked,
bend you over and ram my hard cock into you until you scream and everyone in
town knows my fucking name."

Her eyes began to darken again as she
tightened her hold on his neck and lifted her lower body, rubbing her core
against his hard length that was just aching for release. She wanted this as
much as he did, of that at he had no doubt, but not here, not now.

"Is everything okay in
there?"

Alistair looked at Sam and then up
towards the top of the elevator as the disembodied voice continued
talking.
 
It took him a few moments to
realise that the voice was coming from the console on the wall.
 
Noticing the 'stop' button was still
illuminated, he turned back to Sam and grinned.
 
His smile caused one to break out across her face and they both started
laughing, her head falling forward onto his shoulder.

"We should answer him before he
overrides it.
 
I don't think seeing us
like this would be good for your reputation."

Could she get any sweeter? If anyone
did manage to open the doors on them in their current position, the only part
of him they
’
d see was his back.
 
She would have a lot more on show. Added to the fact that she worked in
the building, he suspected those that didn't already know who she was would do
by the time the gossip mill stopped running.
 
It was Sam who would be affected the most yet here she was worried about
how it would make him look.

Moving his head back to look at her
more clearly, he took in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips and disheveled
shirt.
 
Fuck if he'd never seen a more
beautiful sight.

"Fuck my reputation.
”
 
He caught her flinch
at his harsh tone and he decided he didn
’
t
want to be the one to bring about that kind of reaction in her.
 
Sliding his hands down her back, he cupped
her backside in his hands and squeezed.
“
You
look thoroughly kissed Miss Westfield.
 
Next time we
’
re alone, I'll ensure you're
thoroughly fucked too."
 
Feeling the
shiver that wracked her body, he leaned in a placed a swift kiss on the tip of
her nose. Stepping back so she could lower her legs, he kept hold of her until
she was firmly on the floor and then walked to the console. "We're fine.
Thank you."

Alistair spoke into the intercom but
kept his eyes fixed on Sam as she fastened up her shirt, giving him a shy smile
as she did so.

"You sure Mr Lockwood? You've
been in there quite some time."

“
I
’
ve never been so sure of anything in
my life.
”
 
Alistair said as he
punched the stop button again and the elevator continued its ascent.

oOo

Sam leaned back against the elevator
wall as she finished buttoning up her shirt, trying her hardest not to look at
Alistair as he bent at the waist to retrieve his shirt. She sucked in a breath
as the material of his pants stretched across his firm backside.
 
The man had a mighty fine ass and she was
starting to think there wasn't a single part of him that she wouldn't find
attractive.

As her thoughts headed straight to the
gutter yet again, she pulled them back with a slight frown. She couldn't
believe what she'd just let happen.
 
She
never did that sort of thing with guys, she wasn't that kind of girl.
 
Laughing to herself, she smiled and shook her
head.
 
Who was she kidding? Straightening
her shirt, Sam lifted her eyes to see Alistair watching her, an amused smile on
his a face.

"Dare I ask what that smile is
for?" He asked as his fingers paused on the small shirt buttons.

Sam breathed in deeply as she realised
she could still see the hard muscles of his abdomen.
 
Her body started to fire up again and she
forced her eyes upwards to his, hoping to douse the flames inside her.

It didn't work.

The man was so beautiful that she
believed no matter what part of him she looked at, her reaction to him would be
just as strong.
 
Words failed her as she
took him in, the smile still on her lips.
 
She wanted to be angry with herself for letting things between them go
so far.
 
A kiss was one thing, but they'd
practically been going at it right there in the elevator.
 
Only a handful of sentences had been said
between them, yet she hadn't been able to pull away when he touched her.
 
There was something so sensual about his
touch, and the way he looked at her made her feel like there was no one else in
the world apart from them.

All she could do was watch him as his
fingers continued fastening his shirt buttons
,
 
his
long fingers easily working them
through their corresponding holes.
 
A
sudden image of Alistair fingers on her most intimate area shot into her mind
and her blood began to heat all over again.
 
What was wrong with her? How could someone buttoning up a shirt turn her
on?

She breathed a deep sigh of relief as
the elevator doors opened just as Alistair was fixing his jacket.
 
Thank god they both looked presentable. The
last thing they needed was for everyone to know what had happened between them.
 
Granted her reputation would shoot upwards by
a gazillion points, but she found that didn't matter to her.
 
If it got out, she had no doubt Alistair
would be inundated with requests from the press and other media outlets wanting
an exclusive about his elevator escapade.

Taking a step forward, Sam peered out
into the hallway, seeing it was empty.
 

"Looks like it's all clear."
Sam said in a hushed voice, jumping when she felt hot breath on her neck.
 
Turning her head, she saw Alistair standing
right next to her, leaning over to see into the hallway.