Seducing Sam (22 page)

Sucking her, drawing on her skin,
marking her so that any man who saw her would know that she had a man of her
own, that she was taken.

But marking her on the skin wasn’t
enough, not when her body creamed for him.  Marking her inside, thrusting deep
within her, knowing she was aware of who claimed her body, was a necessity, a
base instinct to claim and hold and keep.

And master.

Lifting his head, breaking the
kiss, Sam swept his gaze over her face, memorizing her in that second so that
he could see her still in his mind when he took her the way his body demanded.

Mastering her, taking her, filling
her full of himself, so full she couldn’t forget who he was, could never
forget.

Turning her, he pushed her down to
her knees, leaning over her to guide her hands to the floor to brace herself.   “Stay
right there,” he ordered, the sexual need spearing through him making the words
come out in a  guttural growl.

Coming back onto his knees, he
grabbed the wallet from the coffee table, flicking it open and almost snatching
the condom out of the little compartment, ripping it open and fisting it over
his shaft, rolling it down even as he came forward.

Her derriere was lush, the moistness
glittering coyly through the curls between her thighs, and with a growl he
gripped her hips, the fingers of one hand digging in as he held her still. 
Fisting his shaft, he placed the tip at her entrance, feeling the heat lick out
at him, her body’s cream of arousal gleaming around the tip of the condom.

Grabbing her hips with both hands,
he jerked her back onto him as he thrust forward, glorying in the sensation of
their bodies meeting in a hard shove, the sound of her surprised gasp as he handled
her rougher than previously.

Holding her hips, he set up a
punishing pace, pounding into her, controlling her with his hands, jerking her
back against him with every thrust.

Oh, the joys of watching the
woman you claimed from behind as you took her
.  He loved it.  The helpless
line of her back and head, the thick fall of hair as she arched, her cries of lustful
desire proclaiming her passion.  Riding her hard and mercilessly, shorter and
harder, shoving into her and feeling, seeing, her response.

It made his blood boil.  His shaft
swelled, thickened, lengthened, seeking further inside her, tunnelling through
her slick sheath, dragging and invading with every thrust of his hips.

Wanting and needing more, his
heart thundering in his chest, a trickle of sweat running down his spine.

Faster.  Harder.  Deeper.  Insatiable
in his voracity for her.  Her whimpers were his reward, the total surrender of
her body as she blindly followed where he led, a prisoner of his desire, taking
what he gave her, unable to do anything else, her sheath gripping him, his name
sobbing in the air.

He could hear the desire in her
voice, the craven heat, knew it burned through her, knew she loved it.

Spreading his knees wider, he
jerked her bottom harder against him, grinding into her, pushing and pounding
in hard, short bursts.  His skin crawled with fire, his shaft burned, his sac
was tight, the seed surging upward like molten lava ready to fill his shaft and
burst forth hotly.

For one wild second Sam actually
started to withdraw with every intention of ripping the condom off, to have
nothing between himself and Carly, to fill her with his seed and brand the
walls of her sheath.

The only thing that stopped him
was her pushing back against him in a desperate lunge.

Blinded by lust, he continued to
ride her hard, fingers biting deep enough to leave marks later though he didn’t
care.

Needing more contact, craving it,
he came over her, his much bigger, longer body making it easy.  Chest to her
back, loins shoved hard against hers, his arms coming down either side of her
to brace his hands beside hers on the floor, he continued to thrust.

The sensation of her arching under
him was incredible.  Pressing himself against her back, feeling her give to
him, only heightened his need to master her.

The erotic tension in him
spiralled tighter, higher, drawing on his shaft and sac.  He could swear the
fire dancing along his skin danced behind his closed eyes.  Throwing back his head,
he gritted his teeth and pumped, the muscles in his thighs burning deliciously.

Lifting one hand from the floor,
he slid it under Carly, delving between her legs to find the tight little bud,
rubbing it mercilessly.

She exploded, stiffening, crying
out, throwing her head back.

The sensation of her sheath
spasming around him threw him over the cliff, his seed pouring forth to fill
the condom, his sac so tight, the shudders wracking his body as he came and came,
holding onto her, arms tight around her waist as he held her tightly against
him, hips jerking as he emptied himself.

The last thing he remembered was
roaring out, “So – bloody – Goddamn -
beautiful!
”

He had no idea how long he lay
half atop Carly.  Drifting in the decadent aftermath of a mind-blowing
love-making session, Sam could only smile dreamily and cuddle her against him.

He really only came fully awake
when she whispered, “Sam?”

“Yeah?”  His voice was hoarse.

“Wow.”

Chuckling tiredly, he rolled off
her and onto his side, reaching out to gather her to him and snuggle her
against his chest.  “Wow, is right.”  Patting her on her backside, he asked
drowsily, “Did I prove anything?”

He distinctly felt soft lips press
against his shoulder before she lifted her head to look into his face.  “I’m
not sure.  Maybe we should repeat it.”

“I’m right there with you, honey. 
Just give me a couple of hours.”

She laughed.  “Sounds good to me.”

“Hey.”  He lifted his head to look
at her properly.  “Do you mean to tell me that I succeeded in making you want
to get naked with me again?”

A slight blush tinged her cheeks. 
“Um…”

“So I was right?”

“Will you get a big head if I
agree?”

“Depends which head you mean.”  He
grinned.

She lightly slapped his shoulder. 
“Let’s amend that to right now, I’m feeling all relaxed and cosy.  After I
might get a little shy again.”

“Then after, I’ll just have to
start at the beginning.”  He winked.  “I can’t wait.”

Coming up onto one elbow, she
gazed seriously down at him.  “Thanks, Sam.”

Resting one arm behind his head,
he studied her.  “For what?”

“Making me feel…”  She glanced
away.

“Say it.”

“You know.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“You can’t always get what you
want,” she said primly.

“My hand is right near your
delectable arse.”  To emphasize his point, he patted her a little harder.

“Oh yeah? Well maybe, Mr Stud, you
can’t handle me that well after all if you have to resort to threats.”

Interest sparked inside him and he
quirked a brow.  “Is that a challenge, Miss Not-So-Shy now?”

She tossed her head, that silky
fall of black hair falling around her shoulders and down her back.  “Interpret
it any way you wish.”  Her eyes gleamed.

“I think I’ve created a wanton
sheila.”  Sam rubbed his chin in consideration then grinned widely.  “I can
live with that.” Grabbing her, he brought her down flush on top of him. 
“Challenge accepted, honey.”

She shrieked.

Hey, he was surprised himself at
how fast his shaft got hard.  And damned happy.  And yeah, might as well admit
it, damned proud.

~*~

The beach proved not to be as
harrowing as she’d feared, especially since Sam really did have eyes only for
her.  He took one look at the sarong draped around her hips and his eyes
practically glazed over.

Taking off his glasses to polish
them, he said, “Steamed over again.”

She looked down at herself.  The
bright yellow one-piece was pretty. The swatch of light material draped around
her waist hid the tops of her thighs and some of her hips.  She wondered if he
realised it.  Glancing up, she noted his arched brow as he continued to study
her.  Yep, he knew.

But rather than insist she take it
off, which for the life of her she couldn’t bring herself to do, Sam slid his
glasses back onto his nose, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close
and kissed the tip of her nose.  “Thanks, honey.”

“For what?”

“For doing this for me.”

How could a woman not fall for a
man who made it seem as though she was taking this step for him?  “I think that
should be the other way around.”

Resting his forehead against hers,
he smiled.  “Doing it together.”

Warmth spread through her.  “Yep.”

“And later we can do something
else together.”  He waggled his eyebrows.

Quiet, sweet Sam had a mischievous
side that made her laugh, but his darker, sensual side made her shiver and her
thighs press close together in wanton anticipation.  It also accounted for the
fact that she water-proof make-up on her neck to hide the love bite he’d
shamelessly given her.  That had taken some covering.

“You are dangerous,” she chided,
pulling back to pick up her beach bag.

“Oddly enough, only with you,” he
drawled, slapping her backside lightly.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all.  Let me do it
again.”  His eyes gleamed.

Jumping out of his way, she pointed
at his car.  “Let’s go before I lose my nerve.”

“I won’t let you.”  Grinning
widely, he opened the car door for her.  “And I expect a hot reward when we
return.”

Shaking her head, she got into the
car.

The beach was crowded when they
got there and Sam, holding her hand and carrying his surf board under his other
arm, led her through the crowds until they reached one of the shelters. 
Dropping her beach bag under the table and pulling on a wide-brimmed hat, she
followed him to the waters edge.

The water was cold lapping around
her ankles but she took another step in, enjoying the chill.

Expecting Sam to bound past her
into the water, she looked around to find him watching her with concern. 
“What?”

“I’m thinking it’s not a good idea
to leave you here alone.”

“Why not?”

“Support.”

She rolled her eyes.  “I’m not a baby. 
Now take your board and enjoy the surf.”

“I can surf later.”  He started
back towards the shelter with the surf board.

Hurrying after him, she grabbed
his arm and skipped in front of him, effectively halting his progress.  Looking
up at him, she placed her hands on her hips.  “Sam Willow, if you brought me
out here just to baby-sit me, I won’t be impressed.”

“Not to baby-sit, honey,” he
replied earnestly.  “To enjoy ourselves.”

“So enjoy yourself out in the
surf, and I’ll enjoy myself playing in the water.”

“We could have more fun together.”

“Sam, no sex for you.”

The expression on his face was
priceless.

Leaning forward, she said quietly,
“You surf, I’ll play, and we’ll enjoy ourselves.  You don’t surf, I don’t play,
and you don’t get sex.”

His eyes widened.  “Are you blackmailing
me?”

“Bloody oath.”

“But Carly-”

“Go and surf.”  She pointed out to
the water.  “Now.”

He looked out at the surf then
back at her.  She could see the longing to hit the surf, but also the concern
for her, and it filled her with warmth.

“Sam, I love how you care, I
really do.  But this relationship works both ways, remember?  You do what you
like, and I’ll do what I like, and we’ll meet back here in about an hour.”  She
blew him a kiss.  “And after, you can do whatever you want with me.”

His face lit up.  “Is that a
promise?”

“Yep.”

In a fast move he cupped the back
of her head and leaned down to kiss her hard and deep, leaving her with her
mind whirling and her nipples peaking betrayingly.  Grinning down at her, he
said, “Love you, honey.”  And then he turned and took his surf board into the
water.

Love you, honey
.  The words
resonated in her brain.  It was, she assured herself, just a term, nothing
more, just a farewell kind of thing.

But it made her feel all warm and
gooey inside.

Moving back towards the sea, she
walked in up to her knees and ambled up and down the shoreline, enjoying the
heat of the sun combined with the chill of the ocean.  Finally the call was too
much for her, and ensuring the drape of material was secured in a knot, she
threw herself into the cold water and swam.

By the time she met Sam back at
the shelter, she felt so invigorated and happy that she didn’t care what anyone
thought of the wet material clinging to her, especially when Sam turned, saw
her, and his eyes went all hot.

That told her more than anything
that he saw her as desirable, regardless of how she was built, and that gave
her the confidence to put a sway in her hips as she walked towards him.

Several long strides and he met
her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her carnally.  So carnally, in
fact, she wondered rather dazedly why no one called the cops.  Surely a kiss as
decadent as Sam was giving her warranted a fine for lewd behaviour in public.

“Hey, hey!  Break it up!”

Oh shit, someone had called the
cops!

Mortified, Carly broke the kiss at
the same time Sam lifted his head and frowned.

“Bugger off,” he said.

Shocked, Carly looked around for
the uniformed cop to appear and chastise Sam.  Instead, she spotted a cute,
boy-next-door kind of face and recognised him as the cop who sometimes parked
at Sam’s place, and was Sam’s old friend.  Today he was dressed in a pair of
damp boardies and had wickedly dancing eyes and a big grin.

“Look,” the bloke said, “you can’t
be indecent on the beach in public.”