Courting Death - Carol Stephenson [40]
Sam’s teeth flashed in the dark. “Yes, ma’am.” He levered himself up, allowing me to fumble with the button and zipper. His rigid length distracted me and I had to run my hand over it.
“Damn it, honey,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “Quit playing around or I’ll never make it.”
“Then hurry.” Victory was mine when the zipper came down and I could fill my hands with Sam’s erection.
“Don’t want to play fair, do you?” He maneuvered to the edge of the seat, reached into the jeans’ pocket and removed a foil packet.
“Came prepared?”
“Hey, I worked the cattle range as a boy and college student. You learned to carry everything you need for survival.”
Jealousy flared in me. “Found that many hot cowgirls in the wild?” God, my voice sounded downright prissy.
He grinned. “There’s only one woman I’m interested in and she’s lying scalding hot in my arms right now.” He reached between my legs, moistened a finger, and rubbed the sensitive nub. The spiraling tension inside me tightened.
“Damn it, Sam. Get your pants off.” I reared up and helped him pull down the pants and briefs over his slim hips. With a quick move he rolled a condom on. Then he lowered himself and seized my mouth in a scorching, open-mouthed kiss.
I ached for him. I sank my fingers into the straining muscles of his shoulders and hooked my legs around his hips, opening myself totally to him. He broke off the kiss and raised his head. “Look at me, Nicole.”
His gaze locked with mine, he thrust into me. Again and again so deeply that I thought he would touch my heart. I heard low moans and realized the sounds were coming from me. Then everything inside me tightened and I shattered. With one last thrust Sam stiffened with a low harsh groan and carried me with him into that heady fall.
Long minutes later Sam nuzzled my neck. “I don’t know about you, but my butt is freezing.”
I gave him a light slap across his bare cheeks. In response he pumped his hips against me once. My core throbbed, ready to have at it again.
“Like things a bit rough, do you?” His eyes hooded, Sam nipped my lower lip and then soothed it with a gentle flip of his tongue. “I’ll have to remember that.
“However—” he dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose as he withdrew from my body, “—truck sex, while decidedly hot, can’t accommodate what I want to do with you the next time.”
Sam pushed up too quickly and cracked his head on the roof. “Shit.”
I laughed, bracing myself on my elbows. The laugh died as he stared down at me. I thought I would melt under the passion of his gaze. “Damn, you’re beautiful, Red.”
His hands trembled as he gathered the edges of my robe closed across my breasts. Then he sat on the edge so I could swing my legs to the floor. After we had righted ourselves, Sam opened the door and helped me down. The sharp edge of the wind set my teeth to chattering and I wrapped my arms around myself. I spotted my slippers on the sidewalk where I’d kicked them in my mindless dash. I slid them on.
Sam leaned close and took my mouth. His kiss was hard, fast, hot. “Get inside before you freeze that delicious butt off.”
He broke free and circled around to the driver’s side. I waited until he was inside the truck and tapped on the passenger window. He rolled it down and scowled at me. “Are you nuts? You’ll catch a cold.”
“Have you ever played cop and suspect?”
Disbelief chased across his face before he threw his head back and laughed. “And to think what those lawyer suits have been hiding all this time.” He opened the glove compartment. The low glow of the light glinted off the metal bracelets heaped inside.
“Anytime, anywhere, Red.”
I lifted a brow. “So long as I get to play the cop.”
“I’d surrender to you in a heartbeat.” He rolled up the window, pointed toward my house.
I slowly walked up the drive. At the door I turned as I heard the low roar of the truck driving away. Sex with Sam had been everything I’d ever imagined and more.
It had been life affirming. For a few minutes I’d been wrapped up only in his essence and it had been good.
So good.