As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized how selfish they were. How selfish she was. She wasn’t the only one to have been through the wringer these last couple of days. For heaven’s sake, he’d been tasered, accosted, and cuffed by the police. He’d wrecked his motorcycle and then spent forever on his computer trying to help her out, trying to solve her mess. The poor man had gone above and beyond. And here she was, wanting something more from him. Namely, his hot bod.
“Sorry.” She winced. “After everything you’ve done, you’ve got to be exhausted. And here I am—”
“Being wonderfully, delightfully you,” he interrupted her. His warm hands found their way to her hips. His hot breath tickled her ear when he leaned down to whisper, “Sweetheart, I’ll never be too tired for you. I just thought—”
“See…” She cut him off. “That’s the problem with you brainy sorts. You think too much.” Then she grabbed his ears and kissed the bejeezus out of him right there in the hallway.
* * *
Ozzie kicked his bedroom door shut, wincing when it slammed with a loud bang.
Shit, I probably woke up the whole place.
That was the last rational thought he had, because Samantha shoved him until his back hit the wall. Then she was on him, hungrily kissing him like the breath he fed her was the only thing keeping her alive, and she wanted him, needed him to keep kissing her forever.
I’m game for that!
“Ozzie.” When she whispered his name, her voice thick with passion, heat washed from the top of his head to the tips of his biker boot–clad toes.
Her lips melted into him, her tongue licking flames into his mouth. She was on fire, a living conflagration threatening to burn him up. And oh! He was game for that too.
For long moments, he allowed her to run the show. Let her skim her hands all over him, her fingers testing the muscles of his shoulders, his chest, his stomach as he simply held her steady, cupping her face in his hands. Then he couldn’t stand it any longer.
“I need you naked,” he whispered against her lips.
He needed to feel all that was her pressed against all that was him. Needed no barriers between himself and the woman who had stolen his heart just by being her marvelous, smart, unpretentious self.
Without waiting for her permission, he pulled her shirt over her head. Her bra quickly followed. She was as eager to move things along as he was. She yanked off his T-shirt and carelessly tossed it aside. The glow of the crescent moon filtered in through the panes of the leaded-glass window, providing just enough light to show the frenzy of their fingers as they worked at each other’s jeans and boots.
When Samantha stepped out of her panties, Ozzie was ready for her, waiting to take her in his arms. “Come here,” he said, or growled. That was really the only way to describe the tires-crunching-along-a-gravel-road sound of his voice.
She lunged at him. Lunged. Pressing herself so tightly against him that it was as if she wanted to crawl inside. Little did she know that she was already there.
Already in his head.
In his heart.
“So soft,” he whispered. “So perfect.”
They were finally skin to skin, heart to heart. Nothing between them but the sweet sound of his name on her lips. And when she kissed him again, there wasn’t even that.
Once again, her hands were everywhere, as if she was trying to memorize every bulge, every dip, each individual texture. And he understood. He wanted to touch every inch of her. Kiss every inch of her. And then when he was done, he wanted to start over from the beginning.
“Bed,” she said when he moved his mouth to her ear, nipping the delicate lobe.
“As you wish,” he whispered, quoting The Princess Bride, her favorite movie.
He realized his mistake when she stiffened, her graceful muscles locking into place.
Fuck. “As you wish” was Wesley’s way of telling Princess Buttercup he loved her. So in effect, whether Ozzie had meant to or not, he had just declared his love to Samantha.
By the change in her, it wasn’t something she expected to hear.
“Anything you want, you just have to ask,” he quickly added, hoping she would assume his earlier words were purely coincidental. It worked. A little shudder ran through her, and she was back to kissing him like crazy.
He walked her backward toward his waiting bed. When her thighs hit the edge of the mattress, he grabbed her waist and tossed her atop the covers. He landed beside her, delighted by the giggle that sounded at the back her throat. Even more delighted when that giggle turned into a gasp of pleasure, because he quickly took her in his arms, framing her face between his palms so that he could reclaim her mouth.
His cock throbbed insistently against her hip, its skin on fire. She moaned at the feel of it, the heat of it. And even though he was already hard, that throaty sound turned him to granite.
