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Her voice muffled, Ellie snorted. “I wanted to punch him in the face!”
His body tightened around hers. “I wanted to do a lot worse to him.”
Ellie felt a bit better knowing Sam was on the same wavelength. With a sigh, she let go of him, feeling as if she’d run a marathon. Reluctantly stepping out of his arms, she sat on the bed with a sigh, her feet screaming. “I just remembered why I don’t own any heels. All I did was walk up and down the hall and I can’t stand it anymore.”
Crossing her legs, she went to untie the clasp on the side of her feet when Sam stopped her hand and knelt. Ellie’s breathing hitched at the imposing man clad in his dark tuxedo, his big fingers on her, finagling her ankle strap.
“You don’t have to do that, you know.”
A stormy gaze flipped up her. “There are things I’m forced to do, and this isn’t one of them.”
Fatigue suddenly vanished, her skin turning tingly and hot. His tanned hands contrasted to her pale skin. She couldn’t remove her attention from his agile fingers, noticing how they moved, and the many small nicks and scars covering them, a witness to the life he’d lived.
Gently, he slid the sandal off, taking her other foot to take care of her other shoe.
Once it dropped, Sam massaged her arch and she moaned at the sensation.
“I think I want to hear you make that sound again. And again.”
The air now heavy with anticipation, Ellie knew it wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment sex. It would be decided, calculated, deliberate. Was that what she wanted from him? And what about Sam? Could she let herself fall for a man who was drowning in darkness, just like her?
When he dropped her foot and leaned forward for a kiss, Ellie decided that if life was giving her one wild ride with an honorable man, who was sexy as fuck, she’d be a fool to say no.
Chapter Fourteen
Heat couldn’t beginto describe what burned deep in his gut. Desire was such a flimsy word to describe the need that gnawed at him. Could it be life was returning to him in the form of this woman?
Sam had had other women, a blur of faces and skin who offered warmth, but nothing like the blaze he wanted to explore with Ellie. One thing held him back.
“Ellie...” Her name felt so soft on his breath when he broke their kiss. It took several blinks to clear the dreamy fog in her blue eyes. Her mouth was ripe and red, ready for the taking and still he hesitated. “I... I can’t do soft and slow... What happened between us, before…”
Her hand cupped his jaw before stroking his cheek. “It’s fine, I...”
But he cut her off, shaking his head. “I want to do soft and slow, dammit, I want to, but I...” Words were difficult to come, but he had to come clean with her, to make her understand. “It’s complicated.” It was an understatement considering his history and a definite turn-off, but he couldn’t start second-guessing himself. Ellie sat as he still kneeled before her, she was so small, their faces were almost level.
He measured his words carefully. “You know my past. Because of it, I had to find ways to keep my mind clear of those memories when I’m with a woman.”
Ellie should have been horrified, disgusted, or looking at the door for a quick exit, but instead, she remained put, her cheeks pink, her fingers playing with the hair around his ear. “Survival mode for you. Got it. And that’s logical. You found a way that allows you to function. We’re in this together. Just tell me what you want.”
Sam leaned back a little. “Just like that?”
With a shrug, Ellie stood and offered him a hand to rise as well. “Just like that. I’m the kind of girl who wants everyone around me to be happy. And I’m quite adaptable.”
“I want to please you, too.”
“Whether you’re slow and soft, or intense as fuck, I have no doubt I’ll be tremendously pleased.” Ellie pivoted to give her back. “Can you please unzip me?”
The pale column of her neck contrasted with her short midnight hair as his eyes slid to the tiny tab. It was the first time he remembered undressing a woman. Normally, his sexual encounters were short and frantic, with both of them tearing at their own clothes. Now, as he pulled down the zipper, Sam couldn’t help but drag his fingertips slowly along her uncovered skin and smile at her shivers. With one hard pull he could have torn the dress in two, but the idea of teasing Ellie with that slow concept was intriguing.
At the end of the zipper, Sam slipped his hands under the fabric, circling her tiny waist before moving up her ribcage, and pushing the dress off her shoulders. Blessedly naked, he couldn’t help but fill his hands with her breasts. Perfect, they filled his palms, and as he felt her nipples harden, his cock jerked in reaction. For the first time in his life, he thought he might be a breast man. Ellie seemed to enjoy his attention, her head falling back on his shoulder with a sigh. Her hips started to sway, letting her dress pool at her feet. With more delicious terrain to explore, Sam let his hands traced the soft curves of her belly and hips but stopped at a delicate demarcation of silk. With the woman moving like a wave in his arms, he tore the flimsy fabric away before thinking about it. The heat of her sex filling his hand made him growl in hunger.
Ellie’s raspy voice echoed his desire and it surprised Sam when she grabbed his wrist and started moving her hips to increase the friction. It was wanton and decadent, increasing his own need to breaking point.
The bed was too far away, but Sam had an idea that was just a few steps away. “Put your hands on the armchair, I want to see all of you ready for me.” His words sounded harsher and naughtier than he’d intended, but when she obeyed, displaying her sex to him, Sam couldn’t ask for more. His first intention had been to fuck her, but now, seeing her in all her glory, shivering and restless, her sex glistening with need, he fell to his knees.
The scent of an aroused woman was the most enticing smell of all, but Ellie’s was unique, and his mouth watered as he leaned forward for a taste. Her thighs trembled under his hands when he made contact, his tongue tracing a path from her slit to her peeking clit. His body was screaming at him to take his fill of hers, plow and take without mercy or regard for her comfort, but he held back. His initial fear was triggering painful images from his past, or seeing a face he’d rather forget, but Ellie, with her taste, smell, voice, and body, obliterated everything else apart from the elation of giving her pleasure and the anticipation of joining her soon.
“Sam! Please.” Her shout was a warning, telling him she was close to the edge, and he almost wanted to continue until she came but he’d stretched his patience past the point of rescue.
