“That’s it?That’s all you have to say?”I scowled.Perhaps I wasn’t the only one needing therapy.Because he seemed tobelieveme.“What is it you’re not telling me?”
He rose to his feet and looked down at me with a familiar gleam of impatience.“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but the end result will be the same.”
I hurried off the bed, needing the extra height to meet him on an equal playing field.Or at least as equal as I could make it since the jerk still stood a few inches taller than me.I absently noted the pain in my throat had completely vanished.
Huh.How about that?Feeling better, I tempered my response.“You’re an arrogant bastard, you know that?”
“It isn’t arrogance that makes you feel this.”
“What?”
In an instant, he sealed my protest with a soul-shattering kiss.
Lips like silk slid over mine, hot and supple with promise.Like catching a flaming tiger by the tail, I was well and truly snared.Much as I wanted to deny what he did to me, I honestly couldn’t resist him.
He pulled away, and like the addict I was, I dragged him back for another kiss.
After a moment, we both pulled back, breathing hard.My hands were around his neck, while he held me by the waist.
“Tell me I am alone in this,” he muttered and trailed his mouth over my neck, his hands roaming lower.He had me naked before I understood where this was leading, lost in sensation.And by then, I was too far gone to care.
His hands followed where his gaze had roamed, and his voice was thick when he asked, “Is it my touch alone that makes us burn?I am consumed with need, on fire to have you, no matter the cost.”
So saying, he sought my mouth again, showing me the passion he claimed.His hands found my thighs, rubbing and pressing me closer to him, to the steely length prodding my sex.
He slid one hand between my legs and groaned when he met wet flesh.Then he plunged a finger inside me, making me arch into him despite my irritation that he could so easily control me.
“You’re so hot, so wet.”He thrust his long finger in and out of me, mimicking the action with his tongue in my mouth, way too easily silencing any protest I might have had.
Not that I had any.
Need welled within, my desire so strong it bordered on pain.With trembling hands, I searched for the fly of his jeans, unbuttoned him, and reached inside.At my touch, he groaned and swelled, his cock like iron, a clear testament to the passion between us.
I couldn’t wait and freed him from his jeans, enjoying the velvety steel of his erection before he took control.Almost desperately, he shoved my hands away and threw me on the bed, immediately following.He landed between my thighs, his focus intent and unbreakable.
Sealing our mouths in a heart-stopping kiss, he drove deep inside me, sliding through my welcoming warmth with a moan.Then he started pumping, harder and faster, until we were one heartbeat.I couldn’t think as he rode me with a fierceness that blotted out everything but Darius from my existence.
“Samantha,” he rasped and stared into me, his body fusing to mine.“I need you.I can’t stop.”He groaned, his loss of control tying me to him, and my heart felt as if it would explode.
“Now, affai.”He rotated his hips, the friction on my clit unbearable, and thrust so deeply I saw stars.
I cried out his name as I came, dimly aware he found his own release.
When I could catch my breath, I understood that this time had been better than the last, that I hadn’t imagined his sexual potency.
Oh boy.My one irresponsible fling had turned into two flings, and irresponsible or not, I felt too limp, too sated, to regret it.
“Good.Regrets are futile since we can’t undo what’s been done.”He flexed, and I bit my lip, the feeling of him inside me deeply satisfying.Darius sighed with regret and withdrew.“But we do need to get moving.You’re hell on my discipline, woman.”
He left me for a brief moment and returned looking all put together.I continued to lie in bed, unsure if I was still dreaming.But I’d take this one over that nightmare any day.
“Samantha,” he growled.Although that sounded like a polite growl, as opposed to his more bossy growl and angry growl.Or his exasperated growl.Then his slightly annoyed growl.
Samantha!I imagined I heard him repeating as he glared at me.
I did my best not to smile and hurried into the bathroom to clean up.I threw on the clothes I’d set aside to wear for the day and turned, nearly running into him.
“Your things.”He held out my bag, but when I went to grab it, he shook his head.“I’ll carry it for you.”He then took my elbow like a gentleman, guiding me to the door.Don’t worry.I collected all your things and packed them neatly for you.You didn’t have much, and I was careful with your possessions.A pause, then,I will look after you, Samantha.
