"You thought wrong." His trousers followed his sweater. "You're in my blood." Her eyes flew to the bulging evidence of his desire, and she felt her heart quickening.
Lowering himself to the edge of the bed, he took off his socks and tossed them aside before standing again to get rid of the last layer of clothing. He sprang free in all his glory. Her fingers curled into the sheets as she watched him climb in next to her. He had a magnificent body, all lean and muscular. Samuel Copeland might spend most of his time behind a desk or on a producer's chair, but he took excellent care of his body.
Turning her to face him, he skimmed his eyes over her face before reaching up to drag the pins from her hair. The thick, luxurious strands tumbled through his fingers. She had so much hair, and his favorite thing to do was to slide his fingers through the strands. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against hers slowly. It had been a while for both of them, and he was going to make it last. She had stirred up emotions inside him that he thought he had buried.
"You're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His voice was thick and unsteady. He could feel the control slipping away. "Still my wife."
Her hands lifted to his chest, causing his flesh to leap reflexively at her touch. Her fingers combed through his hair, relishing the unsteady beat of his heart. She had been dreadfully afraid that she had lost him and was prepared to fight tooth and nail to get him back.
"Your tears undo me." He was murmuring against her mouth. "You've always been such a strong and independent woman. Part of the reason that attracted me to you." He kissed the sides of her mouth, tongue tracing the crease. "You're to be admired." He trailed kisses on her cheek before going to nibble on her lobe. "Never forget what you overcame."
"Samuel." She stirred restlessly in his arms, inching closer so that she could feel the impression of his body on hers. She needed the warmth, something that had been missing for months now. How could she have survived without his closeness? Her hands crept up to wrap around his neck. Her nipples brushed against the hairs on his chest, sending jolts spearing through her body. Her sexual experiences were few, something that had shocked him to the core.
He had found it difficult to believe that a woman like her had only been with two men.
"That cannot be possible. How the hell is that possible?" he had asked her in harsh disbelief.
"I don't sleep around," she had explained. And after being with him, experiencing his brand of lovemaking, the passion, the searing heat, and fire, she knew she could never be with another man as long as she lived. He had shown her what it was to love to her very soul, and there was no turning back for her.
His hands branded her waist as he drew her even closer. His mouth ravaged her neck, her throat, the hollow where the pulse was beating like a maddened thing. He inhaled her scent, the exotic blends of fragrance of her bath as well as her essence. Musky, seductive and completely addictive.
Chapter 4
The desire for her was raging through his body, but he needed to take his time.
"Remember the first time?" He was deliberately peppering his kisses with words, with memories, so that he could slow things down. It had always been so forceful and wildly passionate between them, and now wasn't any different.
"Samuel-" She moaned softly when he delicately nibbled on her skin.
"It was fast, too fast." His hands slid between their bodies to cup her breast. "You resisted at first, and I tried to fight it." Hisfingers were light as a feather as they stroked the rigid nipple. His lips were busy sipping from her skin. "I wasn't supposed to get involved with you."
"You ordered me to leave." Her fingers dug into his shoulders, his back, as her body arched towards his mouth.
"You stayed." He slid further down, both hands cupping her breasts and reshaping them. He always admired the way they fit his palms perfectly. Just the right size. "You dared me to send you away."
"Samuel- oh, God!"
"You came right up to me, your beautiful eyes flashing, your breasts heaving, and called me a bastard." He smiled at the memory, just as he bent his head to blow on her flesh. Her body trembled. "I knew right then and there that this wasn't going to be something I could shake. That you were going to take hold of me. Shall I taste you, Eliza?"
"Yes." Her fingers gripped his hair in desperation. "Please."
"Tongue or teeth?"
"What?" She gazed at him, her vision blurry. "I don't-"
"You need to tell me what you want. Shall I take you into my mouth or use my tongue to moisten the flesh?"
She had to shake her head in order to concentrate. This was his way. How could she forget? When he first made love to her and started talking, started using words to seduce her, she had almost gone crazy.
"Your mouth. Please."
"Are you certain?"
"Samuel, oh please, I can't- yes!"
"All the way in?"
She was losing control, slowly losing her mind. And if he didn't-
