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The sheer audacity of it made him chuckle. ‘Who are you? And what have you done with Sam?’
She turned her beautiful eyes up to meet his gaze. ‘She’s okay. Busy working out her next move. She’s wasting her time...’
‘You think so?’
‘Yes, I do. Sometimes you just have to take a step in the dark.’
In respect of pretty much everything else, he’d be the first to agree. ‘I’m not much good as a lover, Sam.’
‘Really?’ She laid a finger on his chest, her touch seeming to burn through the fabric of his shirt. ‘Would that be in the emotional sense or the physical?’
She was taunting him now, and a man’s ego could only take so much. Euan kissed her, giving it everything that he had, until his body screamed and hers melted. ‘You can push a guy too far...’ His voice didn’t sound like his own. It was gruff, demanding. The kind of voice that took what it wanted, whatever the consequences.
Fire sparked in her grey eyes. ‘Yes, I know. You think I can’t handle this?’
That was exactly what he’d been thinking. ‘You’re a strong woman, Sam. But—’
‘Then don’t second-guess me. I know who you are, and I know who I am. And I know what I want.’ Her hips rolled against his, and for a moment Euan lost the ability to focus. ‘Seems like you want it too.’
He twisted her round, imprisoning her against the fridge. ‘No rules, Sam. No promises. We take it slow and easy.’
‘Yeah. Slow and easy sounds good to me.’ She took his hand and laid it over her breast. A perfect fit. Euan took his time, exploring the various ways he could make her gasp, indulging his senses with how much she wanted him.
‘Will you...?’
She kissed him and in that moment he knew the answer to all his unspoken questions. It was a big, beautiful yes.
* * *
He wanted to undress her. Which was just fine with Sam, because that was exactly what she wanted too. Carefully, he undid each button of her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Slid his hands across the silk and lace of her bra, and then turned his attention to her skirt.
She batted his hands away. ‘Hey. Hey, you too.’
He grinned, pulling his shirt open with considerably less care than he’d taken over her. She tugged at the belt of his trousers, and they joined his shirt on the bedroom floor.
‘Now you.’ He slid his hand past the hem of her skirt, and upwards until he found the top of her stockings. ‘Mmm. I’ve been wondering all morning...’
His eyes were shockingly tender. Dark with desire and wicked and exquisitely teasing. His free hand adroitly unhooked the waistband of her skirt, drawing the zip down, steadying her as she stepped out of it.
Sam put her hand up to the back of her head, but his was already there. Carefully removing the pins, twisting the long coil of hair around his hand, as if measuring its strength and thickness, then finally disentangling the elastic loop and smoothing her hair around her shoulders. She shook her head and an inarticulate growl of approval escaped his throat.
There was no need to ask whether he liked what he saw. His lips moved against the skin of her neck, his hands following the silk route that led from her hips to between her legs. Laying her down on the bed, he slowly began to peel her stockings off, caressing her legs, kissing her toes.
‘Be careful.’ She murmured the words, her hand drifting to his side. The dark red line that sliced across his ribs, seemed so much better than it had on Sunday evening but she couldn’t really tell.
‘I’m okay.’ He stood up, slipping his boxer shorts down. ‘I’d far rather you concentrated on the task in hand.’
He was beautiful, strong and muscular, and if his words had left her in any doubt about how badly he wanted her, his body was unequivocal. He lay down beside her, measuring the length of his body against hers. And then, as the heat built between them, there was no more me or I or him. Just we and us. Together.
She could feel sweat at the small of her back, soaking into the sheet beneath her. Skin against skin. The soft erotic slide, as a film of perspiration covered her limbs. His gentle, insistent hands, and the heat of his body.
He slowed a little when her body jerked convulsively in response to his caress.
‘Hold me...’ Her words were instinctive, as unexpected as the movement of her limbs had been. Something seemed to have taken hold of her, dictating her responses before she had a chance to think them through.
‘I’ve got you.’ She was in his arms, warm and safe. He smoothed her hair back, making way for his lips to brush her forehead. ‘I can’t let you go now.’
‘Are you sure?’
