Chapter 12 #2
Wrestling his way out of his shirt, he leaned back to slide away her leggings and the rest of her clothes, leaving only a pair of black bikini underwear in place.
He meant to shed his pants, too, but the sight of her rose-tipped breasts called to him.
He fell on her fast, hungrily, tugging one pebbled tip into his mouth to draw on her.
She made sweetly satisfying noises, twisting beneath him so that she undulated in a wave that rocked his whole world. His vision narrowed. Fire torched up his spine at the feel of her on his tongue, her leg snaking around his calf, holding him where she wanted him.
Sweat lined his forehead at the effort of holding back when he wanted to be inside her. Soon her hips arched into his, seeking the connection he wanted, too.
“Sam?” Her short fingernails scraped lightly against his lower back, a deliberate, teasing touch.
“Mmm?” He wasn’t sure he could form words anymore with her hips cradling his erection like that.
“You aren’t naked enough.” She curved a hand around his belt, the backs of her fingers smoothing along his abs.
“I had good intentions of going slow.” He fumbled with his buckle and managed to unfasten it.
“Go slow next time.” She stroked him through his pants, and he throbbed against her.
Sam tried to catch his breath.
“I like how you think.” He pointed to the bedside table as he slid away from her. “There are condoms in there, in the top drawer.”
She lost no time in opening the drawer, treating him to a spectacular view while she lay on her stomach, chin propped on one of the pillows. His pants and boxers were gone in seconds. He’d just stretched out on top of her when she pulled the whole box from the drawer.
It was a large package.
“How many are in here?” Eyes wide, she met his gaze over her shoulder. “Ambitious much?”
He pulled the box from her hand enough to free just one foil packet.
“I may have overbought right after I found out about Aiden.” He’d been upset. Not about being a father. Never that.
But about being kept in the dark. About being with a woman who would keep that from him.
Amy shifted beneath him, rolling to her back again as he took out a condom. The rest of the box fell forgotten to the bare hardwood floor.
“Sort of like closing the barn door after the horse is out of the gate?” She walked her fingers up his chest and kissed a few places she missed.
“Something like that.” He didn’t want to think about the past, though. Not now.
“The good news is we’ll have lots of opportunities to take it slow another time.” She snatched the packet from his hand and set it on the bed nearby. Then she rocked her hips into his again, the satin of her underwear a silky caress that didn’t come close to satisfying his craving for her.
“Have I mentioned that I like how you think?” He cupped her through the damp satin, and she went utterly still for a long moment, her lips parted as he stroked between her thighs.
She was so soft. So warm.
He was completely lost in touching her when she gripped his forearm.
For a moment, he thought she wanted him to stop.
But when he slowed, her small cry of dismay was unmistakable.
When he continued, her whole body tensed, trembled and then bucked hard against him.
Cheeks flushed pink, she came fast and hard, clamping her thighs tight around his touch.
He wanted to go right over that edge with her. A primal need to be inside her surged. When the aftershocks of her orgasm slowed, he forced himself to wait. Let her collect herself.
But she reached blindly to her side, patting until she found the condom and putting it in his hand. He raked off her panties with one hand and ripped open the packet with his teeth.
In another second he was sheathed and edging his way inside her body.
That, he did take slowly. For his own sake as much as hers.
He wasn’t missing out on a second of this chance to be with her.
She’d starred in all his adolescent fantasies—even after he’d left Heartache behind.
And now she was here, in his bed, sexier and sweeter than he’d ever imagined.
“Sam.” She pushed at his shoulder, and he let her turn him over so she was on top.
He looked up at her; her copper-colored hair brushed her shoulders as she moved with him. He fought the urge to steer her where he wanted her. To clamp his hands around the gentle curve of her hips and drive them both to completion.
Instead, he let her take charge of what she wanted. She moved with a sense of purpose and wonder, her expression easy to read as she found what pleased her most. He settled for molding his hands to her sides, palming her breasts, squeezing gently.
When she started to move faster, however, he lost any focus he might have had. His own need roared hard and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting deep. Once. Twice.
The third time drove her release even as it ignited his. He gripped her hips, holding her where he had to have her. Sensation slammed through him, knocking him all but senseless until he lay there panting like he’d run a marathon.
Amy sprawled on top of him, her hair tickling his nose and neck, her body damp and scented with sex and lavender. He wanted to tuck her under his arm and into his bed—into his life? Sleep beside her until he woke her in the middle of the night to be with her all over again.
Because, damn. He already knew he’d want that. Once was never going to be enough. She was right about that box of condoms. It would serve them well.
Right up until the time she left Heartache again.
He didn’t know where the thought came from since he was still drifting on a wave of sexual euphoria. He should be happy just to keep her close for tonight. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to have her stick around. They’d been good together once.
Maybe now that she was done keeping secrets, there was a chance they could be good together again.
Once she gave her statement about what happened ten years ago, she wouldn’t need to run from Heartache anymore.
When he put Covington behind bars for good, she would feel safe here again.
His decadelong search for justice would finally be over.
Yet even as he told himself as much, all the while stroking Amy’s tangled hair and kissing her temple, he had a sinking feeling it wouldn’t be that simple.
He still didn’t know who was threatening his son. It couldn’t be Jeremy Covington because the guy was behind bars.
Some other danger lurked.
And he needed to be very careful it didn’t steal away any more from him than the past already had.