Chapter Two #2
“It doesn’t have to be you, babe. They need you to love and protect them, which you do every single day.”
“I love them so much, which is amazing to me. We didn’t even know them a month ago, and now…”
“Now they’re part of us.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“And they know it, Sam. They know we love them and that we’re here for them, even when we’re not physically in this house. We’ve gotten them into therapy and made sure they feel loved all the time. The most important things are covered.”
“Are you sure?”
He unleashed the smile that had left her powerless to resist him from the first second she met him. “I grew up with none of the things we give them every day. So I’m very sure that they’re getting what they need, even if it’s not exactly what they had before.”
“I hate to think of you being so lonely as a kid. It makes me crazy.”
“My adulthood has more than made up for my childhood.”
“Sometimes I want to find your mother and throat punch her for what she did to you—what she continues to do to you.”
“She’s not worth the bother.”
“No, she isn’t, but you should know that I fantasize about throat punching her.”
Chuckling, he kissed her. “What else do you fantasize about?”
“All kinds of things.”
He unleashed a wolfish grin. “Oh, do tell.”
“I dream about us having a month off to spend every day together.”
“That’d be a dream come true for sure.”
“A month probably wouldn’t be enough.”
“It definitely wouldn’t be enough. What else do you fantasize about?” As he nuzzled her neck, he slid his hand down to cup her ass, bringing her in tight against his erection.
“I fantasize about going back to Bora Bora.”
“We can go for our anniversary.”
“What about our three children?”
“We can go when Elijah is on spring break, and he can be here with the kids.” Elijah, a student at Princeton, was the twins’ older brother and legal guardian.
“Ohhh, I do like the way you think.”
“I like the way you smell and the way you feel and the way you look and the way you do everything.”
“Really?” she asked, amused. “Everything?”
“Every. Single. Thing.”
“You must really love me.”
“I really, really do.”
Kissing him ranked among her favorite things in life.
Anything with him topped her favorite things list, but when they were able to be together this way, in this place he had created for them to escape from the difficult reality of their daily lives, this was the best of the best. For the longest time, they only kissed.
Hours and days could’ve passed for all she knew or cared as everything else fell away leaving only the undisputed love of her life.
His hands moved over her body, arousing her to the point of madness, but still he did nothing but kiss her. “I could do this every minute for the rest of my life and never get bored.”
“You’d get bored eventually.”
He shook his head. “Never.”
Sam put her hands above her head, surrendering completely to him.
“Samantha.” His lips were soft and persuasive as they moved to her breasts, the silk of her gown abrading her tight nipples. “You’re so incredibly beautiful. Tonight I was thinking how it never gets old that I get to go home with the incomparable Samantha Holland Cappuano. My dream girl.”
He aroused her as much with his words as his hands and lips and the light drag of his tongue over her silk-covered nipples. Moving down, he continued to worship her until she was writhing beneath him.
Sam spread her legs to make room for him where she wanted him most. “Nick…”
“Hmmm?”
She raised her hips to tell him what she wanted.
“Is my baby being impatient?”
“Me? Impatient? Never.”
His snort of laughter made her smile, too. “No, you’re the epitome of patience. And by now you know that the more you try to rush me, the slower I’ll go.”
Her growl of frustration was greeted by laughter from her beloved.
It was a good thing he always made it worth the wait, she thought, as he propped her legs on his shoulders and opened her to his tongue.
And God, he was good at that. She, who’d had such trouble finding sexual pleasure in other relationships, could get there almost effortlessly with him.
He played her like a maestro. Her maestro.
His tongue and fingers were right where she needed them, and as the sensations grew and multiplied, she rode the wave that swelled with every stroke of his tongue and deep thrust of his fingers inside her.
Waves of bliss arrived in an explosive storm that touched every part of her, leaving her boneless and wrecked and yet somehow energized, too.
How he managed to make her feel this way was one of life’s greatest mysteries, and the only one she had no desire to solve.
When he moved up, she wrapped her arms around him and held on tight to the feeling that could only be described as magical.
He entered her with a slow, smooth glide that took her breath away, like it always did.
She had to remind herself that she wasn’t allowed to scream.
Not here with their children sleeping downstairs and the Secret Service nearby.
But she wanted to scream from the powerful desire they generated together.
She bit his shoulder, which seemed to make him crazy as he picked up the pace, driving into her until they were both straining for the peak.
Like they’d charged up the side of a mountain and then leaped from the top, they soared, in total harmony as their bodies came together in a moment that felt almost holy.
Much of her life was a red-hot mess, but this…
This was perfection. They were perfection.