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She imagined what Natalia was like on Sunday mornings. Wondered whether she let her guard down here. If she saw her home like a sanctuary.
Sam followed her through the first floor, disappointed when instead of leading her to her bedroom, Natalia walked into her sprawling, all white kitchen. But she didn’t stop there.
Beyond the kitchen was a sommelier’s wet dream. Every wall in what might have been a den once was covered floor-to-ceiling in glass encasements. Each one filled with bottles of wine on gorgeous display.
Natalia sauntered toward the half-moon shaped wet bar in the center of the room. Glass and white marble, it was cold and beautiful and so suited to Natalia.
“Drink?” Natalia asked, already reaching for a set of glasses.
Sam didn’t let her get as far as opening the small fridge tucked under the bar. She wrapped her arm around Natalia’s waist and pulled her in, delighting at the tiny sound of surprise that escaped her perfect, parted lips.
“If I’d wanted to keep drinking, I would have stayed at the bar,” she replied, voice low and nose grazing her cheek before she kissed her neck.
Sam’s lips on Natalia’s warm skin coincided with the sound of glasses hitting the marble top. And then Natalia’s fingernails were scraping the back of her neck.
The chill that roared down Sam’s back was amplified by Natalia pulling her in closer. Urging her to use her tongue and teeth on her sensitive skin.
Eager to comply with Natalia’s silent demand, Sam ran the tip of her tongue over Natalia’s pulse point, wishing she could feel it quicken, before biting down. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but Natalia arched her back, pressing her body into Sam before releasing a breathy groan.
It was the first hit of a drug, and Sam immediately lost control. She forgot about trying to connect with Natalia on a deeper level. Forgot anything that wasn’t Natalia’s body and voice and fingers digging into her like she wanted to tear her apart. Like she knew Sam would let her.
Pushing Natalia harder against the counter, Sam let go of her neck before leaving a mark. Reaching down with both hands, she grabbed Natalia’s ass before running her open palms over the backs of her thighs. Before Natalia registered her intentions, Sam squatted just enough to get some leverage and pushed Natalia onto the counter.
Instead of getting annoyed, like Sam feared, Natalia locked her legs around her and pulled her mouth to hers.
Natalia’s kiss was a targeted assault. It was passionate and hard and diminished any doubt that she’d missed Sam as much as Sam had missed her.
Fueled by Natalia tipping her hand, Sam kissed her back with equal ferocity. Kissed her like she couldn’t breathe without her lips on hers. Kissed her like it was her last wish before meeting the gallows in the morning.
When Natalia slipped her hands under Sam’s sweater, she wasted no time in pulling off her glasses and raising her arms. Natalia’s warm hands traveling up her sides and yanking the garment over her head would have been sexy on its own, but with her lipstick-smeared lips parted and her eyes dripping with desire, Natalia looked like sin personified.
There was nothing for Sam to do but drop to her knees and repent. She’d only gotten as far as kissing a line up Natalia’s inner thigh when Natalia reached down and made a fist in her hair.
The delicious pain went straight from her scalp to her aching core. Pushing up Natalia’s dress, Sam nipped her inner thigh with her teeth before rushing toward where Natalia was all but dragging her.
As soon as her lips landed on the fabric of Natalia’s underwear, they both moaned. Gripping the back of her neck, Natalia pulled her in closer, grinding against Sam’s hungry mouth.
On her knees and teasing Natalia through her fancy French lingerie, Sam was already so turned on that she shuddered to think about what would happen when Natalia finally touched her. She wouldn’t last more than a minute, she was sure, but that was a problem for later. Right now, she wanted more. Needed more.
“Take this off,” Sam demanded, her voice husky and hard.
In response, Natalia pulled Sam’s head away instead of giving her more. Looking up at Natalia was overwhelming. Lustful and coursing with power, Natalia was going to punish her for her impatience. The prospect was a blast of adrenaline injected straight into her veins.
“Giving me orders, Professor?” Her voice was pure, uncut sex. Sam would be happy to pay any price she imposed for another taste.
“Unless you want me to add another bit of ruined La Perla to my collection.” She ran her thumb over the fabric.
“Threats are worse than orders,” she replied, but her eyes were half-lidded and her desire was impossible to hide.
“I suppose I have to do everything myself,” Sam decided while she stood.
Finding the tiny zipper sewn into the back of the dress, Sam denied Natalia a kiss while she pulled the zipper open. In a single, fluid motion, Sam pulled Natalia’s dress off and tossed it next to her sweater.
The mistake was apparent almost immediately. In a matching set of black lace, Natalia was mouth-watering as she leaned back on the hands she splayed on the counter.
Deadly thighs and luscious curves, Natalia was impossible to look away from. If the satisfied expression on her face was to be believed, she’d planned every step to lead Sam to this trap. To make her wrestle with her hubris and question her sanity for thinking she could handle a woman like her.
“Your turn,” Natalia whispered, attention dripping down Sam’s body.
