Chapter Fourteen #2
“Great, thanks.” Sam was nearly giddy at the thought of being brought back to deal with the Hamilton investigation, not to mention imagining Ramsey’s reaction to hearing that she was back on the job because she was so essential to the department.
“You can stop your gloating now, Lieutenant,” Malone said with a chuckle.
“Who’s gloating? Have a good night, Captain.”
“You do the same.”
Sam ended the call and did a jig around the bedroom.
It sure was nice to be essential to so many people, including her husband, who was getting so lucky tonight, even if she wasn’t convinced he should be exerting himself after being sick.
He said he was fine, and she was choosing to take him at his word.
She crossed the hall to the room she used as a closet and changed into some of the sexiest lingerie she owned before tying a big, bulky, unsexy, safe-for-Secret-Service-to-see robe over the ensemble.
She stepped into the hallway to find Secret Service Barbie giving her the eye.
Eat your heart out, she wanted to say to the other woman.
I’m going to get it on with the sexiest vice president in the history of the world right now.
Of course she couldn’t say that, so instead she said, “Good night, Melinda.”
“Good night, ma’am.”
Sam felt the agent’s eyes on her back as she checked on Scotty, who was sleeping soundly, and then made for the stairs that led to the third-floor loft her loving husband had put together as a get-away for them.
If the agents knew what went on up there, they never let on, but Sam was sure they had their suspicions.
Good, let them wonder. It was bad enough that their house was overrun with people these days.
The time they spent alone up here belonged to her and Nick and no one else.
On the way upstairs, she was greeted by the scent of coconut that took her right back to the blissful days and nights of their honeymoon.
As she shut and locked the door behind her, she saw that he’d lit the candles, turned on music and was asleep on his side, the sheet pooling around his narrow hips, leaving his muscular back exposed.
She licked her lips at the sight of him, torn between wanting him and hating to disturb his badly needed sleep.
Sam removed the robe and the lingerie since he was asleep, tossed her clothes over the end of the double lounge chair, put her cell phone on the bedside table and slid in next to him, tugging the covers up and over her.
His arm immediately encircled her waist, making her squeak inelegantly as he tugged her in close to him.
“I thought you were asleep!”
“That’s what I wanted you to think,” he said, laughing.
Her heart beat fast with adrenaline from being surprised and the ever-present desire that flooded her senses whenever he was nearby. She’d never reacted to any man the way she did to him, and she was addicted to the way he made her feel.
He propped himself up on an elbow and gazed down at her, as if seeing her for the very first time.
“What?” she asked, unnerved by his intense scrutiny.
“Looking at what’s mine.”
“You put on quite a show downstairs.”
“When?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Why does he still look at you that way when he has Shelby waiting for him at home with his ring on her finger?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. He doesn’t look at me any way.”
“The second you walk into the room his eyes are on you. Every. Single. Time.”
“Why do you let it bother you? It means nothing to us.”
“It pisses me off.”
“Sort of like it pisses me off that Secret Service Barbie looks at you like you’re a great big banana split with an extra helping of nuts?”
He lost it laughing.
“Why is that funny but your shit about Hill isn’t?”
Wiping tears from his eyes, he said, “Because she’s paid to look at me, and he’s hot for you.”
“No, he isn’t. And PS, I came up here hot for you, but I’m cooling by the second.”
His hand landed on her thigh as he nuzzled her neck. “We can’t have that, now can we?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. Are you going to keep pulling this alpha dog crap every time he’s around? Because with his director bludgeoned to death, I’d venture to guess he’s going to be around.”
“You love when I’m your alpha dog.”
“No, I don’t!”
“Yes, you do.” As if to prove his point, he anchored her arms above her head with one of his hands around her wrists and settled between her legs, the hot press of his cock against her sex leaving no doubt in her mind what he wanted. “You love it when I do this, for example.”
She turned her face away from his kiss, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. “No, I don’t.”
“I’m feeling the evidence to the contrary.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to say that Hill’s attention had made her hot, but she knew better than to make that particular joke.
His lips made a path from her throat to her jaw, further reducing her to putty in his hands. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Sam was powerless to resist him, and he knew it. “Let go of my hands.”
“In a minute.”
Sighing, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, jolting when his teeth closed around her nipple as he slid a finger into her. Sam’s mind cleared of anything that didn’t involve the intense sensations spiraling through her body.
He kissed his way down her center, releasing her hands as he went lower, his hands skimming over her belly.
“Nick.”
“What, baby?”
“I want you.”
“You’ll have me. In a minute. Or two.”
She groaned as he raised her legs to his shoulders, making his intentions clear.
“Relax,” he said, the whisper of his breath making her shiver in anticipation. “Open for me.”
He made her feel madly vulnerable when he touched her this way.
Their physical connection, which was always incendiary, was more so tonight after the scare he’d given her yesterday.
“Yes, like that,” he said. “Mmm, so wet and so hot.” He sank two fingers into her and gave her his tongue in teasing strokes that had her immediately on the verge of release.
“Not yet,” he said, retreating as she groaned.
He kept that up until she was about to lose her mind or beg for relief or both.
“Nick, come on!”
“Is this what you want?” he asked as he sucked on her clit and made her explode.
She might’ve even screamed, which she tried not to do these days with a house full of Secret Service agents.
He crawled into her arms and kissed her with lips and a tongue that tasted of her. His kisses were wild and heated, and she clung to him, so thankful to have him back to normal after a frightening few days.
“What’re you thinking about?” he asked, gazing down at her. Propped on his elbows he used his thumbs to brush the hair back from her face.
“About how badly you scared me yesterday.”
He brushed his lips over hers. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t do it again.”
His smile lit up his gorgeous hazel eyes. “I’ll try not to.”
“It made me realize how much I put you through.”
“Yes, you do, but you know what makes all the stress worth it?”
“What?”
“This.” He entered her in one deep stroke, flexing his hips to ensure maximum impact.
Sam gasped and clutched his back as she struggled to accommodate his thick length.
Dropping his head, he kissed her neck. “Every second I get to spend inside you more than makes up for the time I spend worried about you.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting him as close to her as she could get him. For a long time, they stayed like that as he pulsed inside her, making her squirm under him.
“This is all I need to be happy, Samantha,” he whispered. “You’re all I need.”
“I need you so much that it scares me sometimes.”
He raised his head to meet her gaze. “Why does it scare you?”
“Because.” She would’ve looked away, but he wouldn’t let her. “All that need makes a girl… needy.”
“I like when you need me.” He withdrew almost completely before pushing deep again. “I fucking love it.”
“Mmm. Me, too. I love everything with you.”
After that, there were no more words. No words were needed to convey the love Sam felt in every touch, every stroke, every kiss. When he picked up the pace, Sam knew he was close and allowed herself to go with him, swept away in sea of desire and love.