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Natalia nipped at her swollen bottom lip, just sharp enough to border both pain and pleasure. Sam groaned, knotting her fingers in Natalia’s dark hair to angle her mouth more firmly against her own. She wanted to devour those full lips, wanted to drown in Natalia’s embrace, wanted to memorize every sensuous movement of her wicked tongue.
Kissing Natalia was like nothing she’d experienced before — urgent and demanding, laced with an undercurrent of passion. Like Natalia was pouring years of restraint into claiming her mouth. Like it was her creative outlet. Sam clung to her tightly, dizzy with arousal.
When someone tried to open the locked door, Sam remembered where they were. Remembered who she was. Remembered what she’d left unresolved.
“You never answered my question.” Sam panted, chest heaving and body teetering on the verge of spontaneous combustion. “Are you just here for the book? Is this how you plan to change my mind?” She gripped her curved waist and hoped.
“This is just for me,” she growled before biting Sam’s bottom lip. “Take me home. No more questions.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Sam whispered against her lips before kissing her again.
CHAPTER 8
Ordinarily, Natalia would have noticed the lovely courtyard under broad royal poinciana canopies. Would have appreciated the angular, two-story, mid-century modern townhouse before they tumbled through the red-orange door.
But her surroundings were hard to care about when Samantha’s mouth was on hers. When her hands were roaming down Natalia’s back and over her ass, before pressing her against the wall in her foyer.
Eyes closed despite the dark, Natalia tipped her head to one side, letting Samantha run her lips and tongue and teeth over the sensitive spot at the base of her neck. Each swipe added to the desire testing Natalia’s restraint. Each set off a sizzling chain of electric delight over her skin.
Fingers in Samantha’s short hair, she indulged in the sensation of pulling her closer. Of being touched by a woman who was crazy enough to try to possess her. And she was almost caught up enough to let her have that fantasy. Almost.
Natalia made a fist near the crown of Samantha’s head, where her hair was just long enough to grab. With a groan, Samantha let her pull her away. Claiming her swollen lips between her teeth, Natalia kissed her hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to bruise and break.
But Samantha met her beat for beat. Yanking up her dress, Samantha sunk her blunt nails into her ass over the thin, silky fabric of her underwear. Pressed against the wall again, Natalia hooked one leg around Samantha and ran her fingernails down her back before pulling her shirt out of her trousers and slipping under.
Samantha was unrelenting, pinning her in place and grinding into her hard enough to create friction. Natalia used her upper back on the wall for leverage and tilted her hips. Pressing harder against Samantha, aching for release, Natalia watched Samantha watching her.
Brows furrowed and attention on Natalia’s body, Samantha drank her in like she was exquisite. Like her body was a blessing she was all too grateful to receive.
In a moment of dangerous awareness, Natalia realized she could get used to this. Get addicted to being touched with a heady combination of reverence and reckless confidence. As Samantha abruptly drew her into another kiss, Natalia felt her worries dissolve, concerns slipping through her fingers.
Shoving Samantha off of her, Natalia tossed her hair back and decided they’d played long enough. “Take me to your bed.”
“Fuck, yes,” Samantha groaned before kicking her loafers off by the door and pulling off a long gold chain she had hidden under her shirt that she tucked in her pocket.
Natalia slipped out of her heels, wood floors cool against her sore feet. Getting upstairs was a blur. They all but toppled into Samantha’s loft bedroom while tearing at each other’s clothes.
Impatient with the buttons on Samantha’s shirt, Natalia unfastened the first two before tearing the fabric apart. Buttons hit the wall and the floor and might have flown over the railing that opened the room to the main living space downstairs.
“I liked that shirt,” Samantha complained before pulling Natalia’s dress over her head in one fell swoop.
“Bill me,” she replied dryly before pushing Samantha backwards and onto the bed.
Landing on her back with her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes alive with naked desire, Samantha was unbelievable. The black and gray tattoo sleeve on her forearm spilled up her arm, over her bicep, and crested at the top of her shoulder.
From where she stood at the edge of the bed, Natalia took her time unbuckling Samantha’s belt. The cold metal under her fingertips was a stark contrast to the heat in her body. She’d have time to inspect the art later.
Propped up on her elbows, Samantha watched Natalia’s hands with rapt attention. The good professor liked to watch. Liked to indulge that curious nature. Natalia recorded the bit of intel to use against her later.
The sound of Samantha’s zipper opening, her abdomen clenched and breaths coming fast, served to ramp up Natalia’s hunger. Her ravenous need.
“Take off your bra,” Natalia demanded when she revealed the Calvin Klein logo on the waistband of Samantha’s underwear. The white elastic was tight against her olive skin.
Samantha complied without hesitation. She sat up and pulled the black sports bra over her head. Half naked, she looked even better than Natalia imagined, and Natalia’s imagination was exacting and well-developed.
Uninhibited, Samantha laid back and let Natalia look at her perfect breasts and lean body. She would be arrogant here too, Natalia thought in concealed amusement.
With a decisive tug, Natalia pulled off Samantha’s trousers and left her in the boxer briefs that looked sinful on a body like hers. Standing between her parted legs, Natalia ran her hands up Samantha’s smooth thighs. Tensing under her touch, Samantha squirmed, hips digging into the mattress.
