Perfect for the Beach (34 page)

“Tell me where you want me, Kat,” he commanded huskily, his hips still pinning her to the door, and his hands slid along her bare thighs, tipping the scales in his favor.

She whimpered and bit her lip.

She closed her eyes again, only this time, Sam didn’t compel a response. He didn’t need to. She was past the denials, past everything but the passion. She clung to him with what little strength she had.

“Deep, Sam,” she moaned. “I want you deep. Just one night—”

Sam wasn’t any too steady when she gave voice to her desires. But if he had his way, they’d have more than just one night. They’d have a lifetime. He’d convince her that they were a perfect fit.

Her hips rolled and he couldn’t concentrate on anything anymore but the way their
bodies
fit perfectly, even through his shorts and her panties.
Tomorrow,
he told himself.
We’ll talk tomorrow.
Tonight they’d succumb to nothing but the pleasure they both craved.

Chapter Three

Kat’s heart and common sense waged a war inside her. But the way her body felt wrapped around Sam was winning whatever conflict she was having. How he’d made her come apart in his arms simply from kissing and teasing a place on her neck was unbelievable! She’d never known that pleasure point existed until his lips had closed over it and she felt like she’d been electrified.

When he’d turned those bedroom eyes on her, any protest she might have made died on her lips. She’d only ever gotten glimpses of what he was so boldly demonstrating now: desire, hunger, and a look she’d always longed to see—possession, even if it
was
rooted in passion.

His hands cupped her bottom and she slid her arms around his neck, her fingers playing at the hair that was perhaps a little too long for a conservative lawyer, but on Sam it was roguish, sexy. His eyes, normally slate blue, had turned dark and stormy as they focused on hers. She’d told him what she wanted, and
sweet Jesus,
he was going to give it to her! He’d already made her climax, but she was afraid to break the fragile connection of their gaze.

Always before, when an intense moment presented itself at work, she’d get her hopes up, but he’d look away and the moment would pass. And each time it happened, Kat lost a little bit more of her heart to a man who seemed determined to refuse it. She wanted all the minutes in the night before he inevitably came to his senses in the morning and let this encounter pass, too. But she’d have gotten her one night. And that was all she could allow herself to hope for.

“Hold onto me, Kat,” Sam warned. Pushing away from the door and turning, he carried her to the bed.

Her eyes still steady on his, her meaning double-edged, she whispered, “Don’t let me go, Sam.”

His body went still and he stopped, staring into her eyes as if searching her soul. Kat held her breath. Had she just blown the one night she was going to allow herself with this man?

She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he finally relaxed, grinning seductively, saying roughly, “Only long enough to get you naked.”

Sam deposited her in the middle of the bed and followed her down, kissing her so slowly, lingeringly, Kat felt cherished. Her body was lazy from her recent orgasm, but she was eager to continue their play.

His mouth made love to hers, sending his tongue deep and luring hers back into the hot furnace of his own. She tasted his passion as it built, and his hard angles brazed against her soft ones, his chest making the sensitive nipples yearn for the feel of his mouth. She tingled and pulsed, already climbing again and wanting him in ways she’d only dreamed of before. Kat ached to tell Sam how much she loved him, but she kept those words locked inside. She’d already avoided one near catastrophe.

She moaned in protest when he lifted his weight from her and swept his hands along her body as he got off the bed.

She stared unabashedly as he unsnapped his shorts, then slid the zipper down. He pushed them off, along with his boxers, and a sigh escaped her lips, her eyes devouring him as bent to his suitcase. Oh wow. That trail of hair her eyes had followed down his chest ended in a springy patch around his arousal. And he was hard, thick and heavy between those powerful thighs that had supported her when he’d brought her to such heights. Sam was magnificent in his nudity.

She came up on her elbows as he went about searching for something inside the case. She was impatient for her fingers to feel their way over his washboard abs, his narrow hips, and when he turned slightly, Kat couldn’t wait to feel his tight butt when she dug her nails into the smooth flesh there, making him thrust deep. Her body hummed with anticipation.

He pulled some condoms from a compartment, tossed them on the bed, and joined her again on the mattress, spreading her legs and kneeling between them.

He didn’t say a word as he lifted the dress over her head and she lay back on the bed, his fascinated gaze on the rise and fall of her breasts. He brushed his knuckles along the damp panel of her panties, and his eyes lowered, following the movement.

Kat reached her hand down and gripped his wrist, suddenly self-conscious.

His brow furrowed in question as he looked up and tucked a curl behind her ear. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, honey?”

Kat felt her belly clench in uncertainty. “Please tell me you were a Boy Scout, and ‘be prepared’ is forever your motto.”

He tipped his head, not following her. “What do you mean?”

Her other hand picked up one of the foil packets. “No woman likes to be a foregone conclusion, Sam.” She hated to think that she’d been that transparent. She’d tried so hard to keep her feelings to herself when it became clear that he wasn’t interested beyond hot, hungry looks. Her trepidation was so unlike her, but this was Sam. She didn’t want him to think she really
was
a tramp and would sleep with anyone who came equipped with protection. She knew he hadn’t been with a woman since Patti died. Those condoms could only be for her.

A smile split his face, but it was gentle, understanding. “No man in his right mind would ever
assume
such a thing with a woman that he wants to make love to, sweetheart. But we sure as hell can hope for those things,” he said, leaning down and kissing away her worry. His tongue plunged into her mouth, his late-day beard deliciously abrading her chin, but he ended the contact sooner than she would’ve liked. She could kiss Sam all night, and she wouldn’t utter a single complaint.

He kissed the tip of her nose before sitting back on his heels. “And FYI, I was an Eagle Scout, babe. I went all the way. Sometime I’ll show you what I can do with knots,” he said, winking at her and grinning mischievously.

Kat sighed and flushed, her mind imagining it. She settled back and soaked in the sight of him devouring her with his eyes and it chased away her apprehension. She wanted to know
everything
about Sam, but that would only hurt more when they parted ways. She already knew what a sensitive, caring man he was or he wouldn’t have been hit so hard when Patti died. Kat could never come back to work for him, but she didn’t want to cause him pain either. He’d already lost one woman who was important to him. Kat had become important in a different way, but she couldn’t go back to being his assistant after tonight. He still loved his late wife, and Kat wouldn’t play second fiddle to anyone. Not even a ghost.

I’ll tell him tomorrow,
she thought. She was being selfish, but she couldn’t deny herself this one indulgence of having him as hers, even if it was only for one night.

He licked his lips as he stared at her breasts, then his eyes burned a path down the length of her body, at her legs sprawled wide on either side of his hips, her panties her only article of clothing. “I could make a meal out of you, Kat,” he said huskily.

Not even having her heart’s desire could stop her smart-ass retort. “I suppose you expect me to tell you to ‘eat me’?”

He barked a laugh, but it was strained in his condition. He shook his head. “I was thinking more along the lines of ‘bon appetit,’” his voice lowered, gravelly and rough. “But I like your answer better.” His pupils darkened, looking black instead of blue as he pinned hers in his gaze.

He plucked the packet from her hand and dropped it away.
But not too far,
she noticed. Linking her hands with his on either side of her head, he lifted himself until he leaned over her, his sex so hard it jutted out and brushed against her stomach. Pre-come pearled at the tip, leaving a trail on her heated skin. The sensation was too exquisite; her belly sank inward as her breath caught, but Kat lifted her hips, needing to feel it again. She gulped a whimper and clutched his hands tight; his sensual torment was more than she could bear, even having had the edge taken off earlier from her first climax.

He shifted his body down, trapping her beneath him, and his head lowered to her breast.

“Ohhhh!” she sighed loudly, and he groaned in reply. He suckled hard, and his tongue batted at her sensitive nipple. Shivers ran down her spine as he brought her body to life; nerve endings clambered for his attentions. Kat didn’t know how much she could take before he went where she so desperately needed him to go. No man had ever enjoyed her, thrilled in her responses so much. He made pleased sounds as she undulated beneath him, grinned with every moan that caught in her throat and reverberated there. “Oh my God, that’s so good, Sam,” she breathed.

“I know, baby. For me, too.”

His hot mouth, tongue, and beard stubble were a triple threat. His lips released the pressure, and when her plump, swollen breast settled back, his tongue flicked and laved it until she was writhing, could hear herself begging for him to take it in his mouth again. He ignored her pleas, but continued his sweet torture, sliding his rough chin to the other peak. Sam gripped her fingers tighter, and Kat could tell he was on the ragged edge, too.

“How long are you going to keep this up, Sam?” she panted.

He chuckled and lifted his head. “Just as long as
I
can stand it, sweetheart.”

Kat closed her eyes. “I just hope I’m still conscious when you finally reach your breaking point,” she whispered, and ground her pelvis against his torso. He was driving her insane, rocking her world with the meticulous delight he took in her body. Her tongue darted out, licking her dry lips, the gloss she’d applied long gone.

She opened her eyes, and she saw the muscle in his jaw jump. Whatever his comeback might have been, it was forgotten as he watched her mouth.

She grinned, thinking again how typically male he was. She tugged on his hands, but he held firm. “Let go of my hands, Sam. I want to touch you, too.” And she emphasized her meaning by biting down on her bottom lip, her white teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

Sam shuddered, his eyes never leaving her mouth.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he did let go of her hands, but only to breeze down her form, his fingers hooking in the elastic of her panties, dragging them down her legs. He bent her knees, tugged the skimpy material off one foot, then the other, and she sighed when he crushed the white lace in his fist and brought it to his face, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent. She never thought the gesture could be erotic until Sam did it. She felt like squirming.

He sat back on his heels and her thighs were draped over his knees. Her hands were free, but she couldn’t move. She was dazed, and more aroused than any man had ever made her. She was completely open and exposed to her lover, but she’d never felt more secure than she did in that moment.

Before she could gather her wits and take advantage of her freedom to touch, Sam opened his eyes. His burning gaze was like a hot stroke to her skin as it raked down her body until it settled at the juncture of her thighs, and the patch of tight, sable curls there. That feral look was back, and Kat groaned when his tongue passed over his lips, like she was a succulent morsel on display for him.

He pushed her up on the mattress, keeping her legs open, and she gripped the wooden slats of the headboard, needing something to hold on to if Sam was going to torment her the way she suspected he was about to. She looked down her body, past her swollen breasts, her flat belly, and there he was, his eyes staring up into hers and his mouth so close to her center, she could feel his hot breath on her flesh. Kat knew that the torment had only just begun.