On the other hand, there was nothing wrong with a little jealousy now and again. “The what?”
Gwenyth’s wide jade eyes rounded all the more. “The guy I’ve been dating.”
“You’ve been datin’ a guy?”
Her green orbs narrowed defensively. “You know Sam, there are men on this planet who find me attractive.” She thrust her balled hands indignantly to her hips. “Not every guy in the universe prefers emaciated women like Stacy to women shaped like real women!”
Sam’s nostrils flared. He stalked toward her slowly, causing Gwenyth to gulp. Perhaps she shouldn’t have mentioned his ex-wife.
“You think I don’t know that?” Sam backed her up against the nearest wall and smacked his hands around either side of her head. “You think I don’t know just how good you look to a guy?”
Gwenyth’s eyes widened considerably. “Well, I…uh…well…what exactly are you saying here, Sam?”
“What I’m sayin’,” he growled as he reached for Gwenyth’s topknot to hold her securely in place, “is this.”
Sam crushed his mouth to Gwenyth’s in a searing kiss that robbed both of them of breath. All thoughts of strategy and calmly luring the doe toward him flew out the window along with his temper. Sam’s kiss was punishing and possessive, desperate and provocative all at once.
Gwenyth yelped in surprise, then sighed in acquiescence. Twining her hands around Sam’s neck, she gave herself up to a lifetime of penned up hopes and longings. She met his kiss, passion for passion. Sam’s lips on hers felt hot and hard, fairly robbing her of sanity and chasing away any coherent thought. All Gwenyth could do was feel.
Sam moaned into her throat, then deepened the kiss in a way he’d been wanting to since he’d first laid eyes on Cupcake this afternoon. He forcefully slipped his tongue into her mouth, then bit back a groan when Gwenyth enthusiastically accepted him inside of her. Their tongues twined and twirled around each other for a long moment, both of them releasing every ounce of passion that had been built up and stored away these past years.
Sam couldn’t believe how hot Gwenyth was making him. And she had to know it too. His erection was pressed against her belly in a way that made denial impossible. Not that he wanted to deny it. Hell, he wanted to have her here and now.
Without breaking their kiss, Sam released his hold on Gwenyth’s face and drew his hands downward to cup her bottom. The lusciously rounded orbs felt so good in his palms, just the perfect size… as if they’d been made especially for him to knead and caress.
Lifting Gwenyth up against his arousal, Sam groaned into her mouth when she locked her knees around his waist. He pinned her fully against the wall, slowly grinding his erection into her hips in a way that left nothing about his intentions to the imagination.
Gwenyth moaned and gave it right back to him. She continued to stroke his tongue with her own, while at the same time nudging his arousal with the cleft of her womanhood. Though she was wearing cutoffs, her clitoris ached with need as if there was no barrier between them at all.
Time stood still for Sam and Gwenyth as they played and teased, touched and kneaded, each of their bodies making promises of shared passion to the other. It was only when Sam began unzipping her jeans shorts and tried to pull them down that reality began to intrude for both of them.
Gwenyth released a surprised little shriek. Sam’s eyes rounded. As if shocked by his own actions in Verlene’s and Willy’s home, he tore his mouth away from Gwenyth’s and, panting heavily, slowly lowered her to the ground. Lord have mercy, he felt as out of control as a bull in full rut. They could have been walked in on at any time.
Gwenyth straightened immediately, though her labored breathing gave away the fact that she was still as turned on as Sam was. When she finished zipping up her shorts and slicking her hair back with her hands, she turned and looked up at Sam.
Sam’s gaze raked possessively over her as he took in Gwenyth’s signs of arousal.
Flushed face. Heavy breathing. Erect nipples…
Sam reached up and brushed the pad of his thumb over one of Gwenyth’s aroused nipples, right through her shirt. When she sucked in her breath, he peered into her eyes, meeting her gaze.
Trailing his hand under the jersey, Sam’s fingers made a searing path up Gwenyth’s belly and toward her breast. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath as his thumb and forefinger latched onto a nipple and stroked it slowly from base to peak, over and over again. Her clit pulsed, eliciting a small moan from her.
Heady from her reaction, Sam brought his other hand under the jersey to do the same with Gwenyth’s other nipple. She whimpered, causing him to inwardly smile with knowing satisfaction.
The situation was definitely not hopeless.
Sam continued to fondle Gwenyth’s breasts as her breathing grew more and more sporadic. He had her just where he wanted her and there was no place on earth where he’d have rather been. When she opened her eyes to gaze into his, he kissed Gwenyth gently on the forehead. He met her wide-eyed stare as he stroked her nipples, over and over, sending her into a haze of longing and need.
But he wouldn’t take her—couldn’t take her—not here, not like this. Sam released his hold on Gwenyth’s breasts and kissed her softly on the lips. “Get rid of Trevor,” he quietly demanded. Sam swept his tongue inside of her mouth one last time, then pulled away. “Get rid of him, baby.”
And with that, he walked away.
Gwenyth closed her eyes and practiced a little deep breathing. She stumbled toward the kitchen table and fell into the closest chair. She exhaled on a grin.
Good grief. That had been better than in all of her fantasies combined.
Chapter 6
