Chapter 8
Cord scrubbeda callused hand over his dry mouth and stared in mute wonder. She’d been knobby kneed and coltish in high school, but she’d filled out since then. Her once narrow hips had flared. Her breasts, which had been small and fit her frame in high school, spilled over the top of her tight black bra. In awe, he went to her, his hands falling to the button of her jeans. He didn’t wait and ask permission, he yanked the button open, dragged down the zipper and shoved the pants off her hips. Sam finish the job, stepping out of them so that she stood before him half naked, clad only in her panties andbra.
It was a sight he would never forget. Her long, black hair spilled around her shoulders, shimmering in the moonlight slicing through the partially covered double window on the far wall. Her chest rose and fell with harsh, rapid breaths. Cord went to her, unable to stay away for anothersecond.
He bent at the waist, wrapped his arms around her and scooped her up off the floor, savoring every inch of her satiny soft skin. Sam didn’t hold back in the least. She buried her fingers in his hair, slanted her head and met his mouth with a ferocious kiss. Cord forgot his throbbing leg in aninstant.
Everything faded except for his awareness of the woman in his arms and the need to bury himself so deeply inside her he’d never come out. He’d wanted Samantha Bishop for as long as he could remember, and now, by some miracle, she was finally going to behis.
Waves of desire crashed over his entire system. He took possession of her mouth, weaving his fingers through her hair so that he could take control. Sam didn’t back down in the least. Her nails dug into his scalp, demandingmore.
And he needed to feel his skin on hers. Reluctantly, Cord let her slide to the floor, letting go of her for just long enough to strip off his shirt and throw it. Her hands were on him in an instant, exploring his stomach, his chest, his arms. Her tongue darted out and flattened against his nipple. Cord sucked in a breath, his cock jerking inresponse.
“Damn,baby.”
She licked her way over, kissing every inch of his chest until Cord was shaking withneed.
All of her shyness stripped away, she was more than he’d ever dreamed she would be. When she began kissing her way down the center of his stomach, her pink little tongue darting out and lapping at his naval on her way down, Cord’s entire abdomen clenched in response. Her fingers hooked in the waistline of his pants and she began to drag them down over hiships.
Heart pounding, he yanked her up and tossed her onto her bed. Samantha scrambled backward, propping herself up on the pile of pillows near the headboard, watching him in eageranticipation.
Cord reached for control. It was now or never. She was either going to see and accept what was left of him or she was going to reject all ofhim.
With a deep breath, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shucked his pants. When he stood before her in only his boxers, he fisted his hands at his sides and waited for her horrifiedgasp.
Instead, her gaze scorched him from head to toe. As if reading his hesitation, she leaned up, unhooked her bra and tossed it his way. Cord caught the garment, processed what her gesture meant and dropped it on the floor in an instant. With a lighthearted joy he hadn’t felt in months, he dove for her, landing with a hard bounce between her thighs. “You’re so fuckingsexy.”
Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her weight to the left. Cord rolled with it, letting her settle on top, his back on themattress.
“So are you.” She arched, her hot, wet core against him, rubbing against his hard length through herpanties.
“I’ve been waiting to get you naked allday.”
“Have younow?”
She lowered herself over him, the tight peaks of her naked breasts pressing into his chest as she captured his hands in hers and shoved them over his head, sliding her entire body up his until her nipples hovered over his mouth. Unable to think of resisting the temptation, Cord lifted his head and sucked one peak between his lips, blood rushing to his cock at her moan ofpleasure.
“Yes!”
Without hesitation he drew harder, savoring the taste of her in his mouth. His teenage fantasies couldn’t hold a candle to this, to being in bed with Samantha Bishop. He’d never wanted anyone so badly in his entire life. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to come in his boxers. Determined to drive her wild with need first, Cord settled his hands on her hips and dragged her up and over the thick crest of his length, teasing and testing the sensitive nub between her legs with his forceful, measuredmovements.
Samantha reacted as openly and honestly as she always had, her hard little nails digging into his shoulders as she latched on to him for support and thrust her hips against him. “Cord!”
Any worry he’d had that she would take one look at his prosthetic leg and run was long gone. “Take off your panties,” hedemanded.
Samantha jumped to her dainty feet, shucked her panties and dropped back onto her knees, straddling his waist. She slammed her hot pussy down on his cock, sliding back and forth, his thin cotton boxers the only thing separatingthem.
With a mind of their own, Cord’s hands returned to her heavy, rose-tipped breasts, testing their weight, kneading their fullness in his palms. Pre-cum dotted his boxers and Cord realized with something like panic that he didn’t have protection. “I don’t have acondom.”
She smiled, took his mouth in a full-on kiss and jumped from the bed. “I’ve got one. Hold on.” Sam ran into the bathroom and returned in a second, holding the small foil package up intriumph.
Cord lifted his hips so he could shove down his boxers. Sam grabbed them and finished the job, tossing them onto the floor impatiently, leaving them completely bare to each other. Without a hint of hesitation, Samantha crawled onto his lap, took his hard length in her hand, and slid on the condom. Then she lifted up and lowered herself, taking him fully inside her tight, wetentrance.
Cord threw his head back and slammed his eyes shut, the pleasure so intense his spine tingled. “Samantha, shit, you feel sogood.”
Her answer was a moan. She fell forward onto his chest, took his mouth in a passionate kiss and began to ride him with wild abandon. Cord was lost. Lost in the pleasure, the heat, the need. She fit him perfectly, milking his resistances until he had nothing left excepther.
He was barely aware of her long dark hair waterfalling around his face or her soft, sharp pants as her desire mounted. He was seconds from release, but he was determined she would reach hers first. Pulling on a strength of will he hadn’t realized he possessed, Cord grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his cock. Over and over, he worked her, savoring her sharp cries of pleasure with each deep thrust. At last he felt her tighten around him. She clenched once, twice and then screamed. Her response ripped his orgasm free and Cord roared hisrelease.
After he dispensed with the condom, Samantha collapsed onto his chest, her long hair tangling around his neck and arms. He closed his eyes in satisfaction, savoring the feel of every inch of her covering his body. This was where he belonged. Inside her. With her. Holding her in hisarms.
She rested her cheek on the curve of his chest and neck. Cord wrapped his arms around her shoulders, settling her intoplace.
For the first time in months, sleep came easy. With Samantha holding him tight, he let go of reality and drifted off with a smile on hislips.
