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She was just twenty-one and so inexperienced about life when they first met. Today, she had her own business, responsibilities—and a fiancé.
“It’s simple, baby. Just let it happen.”
Let what happen? She had no idea what a future would be like with Samson. There was no guarantee this would work with him for more than a month, a week, or past tonight. They were older but not wiser.
She ran a hand over his t-shirt. “When I first saw you at Wicked, you looked so different, so put together in those designer clothes.” She pressed her palm over his heart and smiled when his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. “This is more natural. This is the Samson I remember.
“I remember things too.” He threaded his fingers through her straightened hair. “I miss the curls.” He leaned into her neck. “And the way they twisted around my fist when I—”
“Don’t.” The sharpness of the one word made him cock his head.
“I can’t get you outta my brain.” He cupped her chin. “You make me feel so good inside.”
His simple response warmed her with its genuine, uncharacteristic sweetness. Samson kissed her again, and when his hands slid to her ass, she writhed against him, desire building between her legs. He possessed her, taking her mouth and claiming her with his tongue—not soft and sweet but with an urgency of unfinished business.
“You’re something I gotta have. Like breathing or eating.” He angled her head for another kiss, then mumbled against her lips. “And you also make me hard as fuck.”
She smiled, loving his blunt honesty.
“'Cause right now all I can think about is getting balls deep inside you.” He squeezed her ass until she yelped. “Hearing those soft moans and knowing you love taking my dick as much as I love giving it to you.”
Lisbeth dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin material. She’d forgotten his dirty talk and how much she loved it—how much it made her wet with desire.
“Pumping into you hard and fast till my jizz runs down your thighs.” He nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Just the way you like it.”
Again, he read her mind, but this man didn’t play fair. She averted her eyes. Afraid one look from him would convince her to strip down naked and slip onto the hard cock pressing against her ass.
“You gotta break it off with him,” he urged.
Samson lifted her, arranging her knees on either side of his, then ground up into her swollen heat. Even with her pants and his jeans between them, Lisbeth could feel his need as her deprived, restless body wildly gyrated in reckless abandon.
Brushing her hair away, he bit down on the side of her neck. A growl bubbled up at the back of her throat, and he bit her harder.
Samson worked his hand between them as the leather of his belt slapped together, then he lowered his zipper. She glanced down at his toned, tanned abs, remembering how he went commando. Samson crushed his lips with hers and placed her hand over his length; the warm, pulsing flesh shocked her into a harsh reality.
Then the door slammed open, and a guy and a girl stumbled into the room, laughing and barely able to stand.
“Hey, you mind,” Samson barked over her shoulder.
“Shit, man, sorry.” The bouncer pushed the couple out the door and yanked it closed again.
Lisbeth’s back went rigid. “We have to stop.” She wriggled out of his hold, needing some space, needing to breathe as a pang of oppressive guilt surged through her.
His expression flattened, and he released his grasp on her. She moved off Samson’s lap and pressed her hands to her knees to quell her quivering body. Lisbeth quickly stood, steadied her shaky legs, then smoothed her blouse to keep her traitorous hands from wrapping around him again.
They stared at each other. An awkward silence surrounded them. How could their bodies be so intimate and in sync one minute, then embarrassingly uncomfortable the next?
Lisbeth mashed her lips together. “Thanks for helping me with Hawk.” It was an inappropriate and ridiculous comment, but her logical mind blanked out the second they entered the room.
“Something about you always sets off the protective alpha in me.” Samson narrowed his eyes. “Keeping all the bad guys away.”
“Like you?”
“I was referring to Hawk, but yeah, I guess I’m not a good guy.” He zipped up, fixed his belt, then pushed off the couch and faced her.
She hung her head, and the dim light shone off her engagement ring. Lisbeth’s insides froze at the cosmic sign, and she knew what must be done.
She wore another man’s ring, and here she was, almost on the verge of throwing it all away with a man she no longer knew anymore, someone who meant nothing to her. Samson was a virtual stranger she hadn’t seen in years, and Lisbeth was seconds from destroying the one good thing in her life. Edward.
