Page 277 of A Matter of Time

“Don’t stop,” I begged him, and I felt his teeth on the same spot on my shoulder.

He drove into me over and over, the rutting endless, and I cried his name.

“Mine,” he growled, his voice so sexy, so raw. “You’re all mine.”

I trembled, imagining him fully dressed, standing behind me, and me practically naked, taking the pounding, begging for more. Clearly, I welcomed his dominance, and he savored my submission, the two of us fitting perfectly together—at least here. In this.

“I love the little noises you make when you’re happy.” He licked my shoulder, the side of my neck, tasting me, biting me, all the time thrusting so deep, his hand pressing my cheek to the door, holding me there.

“Sam,” I ground out, “I missed you.”

“Because you love me.” His voice was in my ear, almost a snarl.

“No” I managed to get out.

“Yes,” he insisted, wrenching me off the door, dragging me down under him to the floor, my knees on the rug, rubbing, both his hands on my hips, gripping tight, his fingers digging into my skin, feeling the muscles working.

“I’ll always love you.” I tried to placate him as he stroked deep inside me.

“No, you love me. Not like over, like forever.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Jory.”

“No.”

“Yes. Say my name and tell me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. I won’t go down this road with you again.”

“You’re already on it.”

“The hell I am,” I yelled, chuckling because it was ridiculous that we were having a conversation while he had me on my hands and knees on the floor next to his front door. So much for my willpower. “It’s just for tonight.”

“Bullshit,” he growled at me, sliding his hand over my ass. “You’re mine.”

I struggled halfheartedly, because I was ready to start screaming right then and there.

My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear him.

“Now, say my name and tell me.”

But I was lost in my body’s reaction to him, all my muscles tightening at once, clamping down, my head dropping between my shoulders, crying as I came.

“Jory,” he roared as my arms gave out, and I sank face down onto the rug, my ass still raised because he was holding me up.

The sizzling heat raced through me, but Sam held tight, lifting me, leaning me back until I was upright in his arms, clutching me to him as his body bucked and shuddered, so deep inside me that we were fused together.

“Christ… I could die from this,” he whispered into my shoulder.