AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“But if you’ve moved on with this guy, then anything I say or do shouldn’t matter, but that’s not true, is it?”
His question hit her hard. Of course, she’d moved on, but shouldn’t her getting dumped and ignoredbe painful?
“I never expected to see you again, and then, there you were at my bachelorette party. I think it’s natural for memories to surface.”
Along with erotic dreams and heat boiling inside me every time I get within three feet of you.
“Right, and even that first night you didn’t correct me; instead, you played it off like Juliet was the bride. Why didn’t you come clean then?”
Okay, easy question and she had an answer at the ready.
“Because you didn’t want a bride preoccupied with her wedding plans. You made it clear you needed someone focused on Club Wicked.”
Samson paused, digesting her words. “Yeah, I could believe getting my account was more important than you telling me the truth. But I don’t buy it 'cause you’re not a person who manipulates and twists the truth. It was one of the things I always admired about you. All the shady people out there and all the sideways deals I’ve made, I always knew you were legit.”
“People change. Ten years is a long time.”
He mashed his lips together and nodded his head thoughtfully. “So, you’re telling me you’re not sincere and honorable anymore?”
Lisbeth huffed out a breath. “Now you’re putting words in my mouth.”
He joined her on the couch. “Nah, babe, those are your words.” His deep voice surrounded her in the small space. “You said people change, and I’m assuming you’re thepeople'cause I’ve never been honorable.”
Their eyes dueled in a silent battle, then she stood, to put distance between them and this conversation.
Samson’s fingers circled her wrist, and he pulled her back to the couch invading her space and making her concentrate on only him.
“I love Edward, and you pressuring me like this isn’t right or fair.” Lisbeth yanked her hand out of his grasp and put at least two feet between them on the couch as if that would help sell her point. “Are you intentionally trying to ruin one of the happiest times of my life?”
“You don’t look happy to me.” Samson’s eyes roam over her in his unique way of seeing deep into her soul. “You look scared shitless.”
“Marriage is a big step and—”
“You may love him, but you’re not in love with him.” Samson braced his hands on either side of her thighs, caging her in, their lips only inches apart. “You don’t wanna marry him.”
Right now, Lisbeth didn’t know what she wanted. Music pounded through the floor as she stood in a semi-dark room measuring ten feet square with a man who set her on fire and watched her burn. His mouth, tongue, and heat possessed her until she lost all reason.
Samson’s lips pressed against hers, soft and yearning, egging her on, making her hands drift up his chest and rest on his shoulders. Lisbeth’s brain screamed at her to stop, to push him away and put the brakes on this craziness, but her body refused to obey. She sped ahead out of control, knowing they would crash and burn but willing to risk the ultimate pain for these minutes of abandon—moments she hadn’t felt in ten years.
“I thought about you all the time.” He broke away from her lips and whispered into her hair.
“What a coincidence,” she whispered. “So did I.” Endlessly until her heart ached.
“Yeah, coincidence.” He easily lifted Lisbeth, hauling her onto his lap, holding her tight, and letting her feel what she did to him.
Samson’s spicy cologne surrounded her in a heady cloud—nothing could touch them or hurt them in their forbidden cocoon. His strong hands roamed everywhere, leaving their imprint on her soul. The familiar heat of their bodies set off long-ago emotions as she felt every sculpted muscle of his chest. This man was made for sin.
His hand caressed the nape of her neck, and her nipples tightened. “You can’t deny what we feel.”
Lisbeth wished she didn’t feel anything and that Samson didn’t affect her like a tidal wave of emotions breaking against her heart. She wanted to trust and believe him, to grab on to those muscular, tatted arms and never let go, but her pragmatic side overruled. She prided herself on self-control, doing without, scrimping, and saving to make her business a success and Edward was part of that package. The ideal fiancé was the cherry on the perfect storybook life she’d constructed for herself.
“I can’t do this.” She swallowed hard to soothe her dry throat, then pushed at his shoulders, immediately missing the warmth of his body.
Lisbeth needed to stay strong. She’d been with Edward for almost two years, and he was the man she wanted, the man she committed to, and the man best suited for her.
“You can’t shut it off or control it.” Samson cupped her face in his broad palms. “Ask yourself why, after ten years, the fiery heat between us is the same.”
“I’m so confused.” She lowered her head, and he pressed her against his chest.
