Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [90]
And then he leaned over her, lowered the zipper on her dress and placed a wet kiss at the center of her neck, followed by a nip to her skin. “Now I’ve branded you,” he whispered, just seconds before he exploded inside of her.
Sam could feel his hot release shoot all the way to her womb. She shivered at the very essence of his virile semen as it mixed with her own juices, and her body shuddered in intense pleasure again.
She heard him let out another guttural groan and gasped when another release shot from him, heading straight for her womb a second time.
“You are mine,” he breathed against her ear, at the same time she felt his hot tongue trailing a path from her neck to the side of her face. Moments later, while their bodies were still intimately connected, he eased them down to the cushions he had placed on the balcony floor. And there he continued to hold her in his arms, with his erection still locked deep inside of her.
As she closed her eyes, drained and sated, she knew it wouldn’t matter to her if he never took it out.
The woman opened the door and smiled brightly when she saw the man she had been thinking about. “You should have called. I would have come to the airport to get you.”
He smiled down at her. “I know, but it was no bother. Got any news to tell me?”
“Yes,” she said, leading him over to her sofa. “Ms. Di Meglio is out of town. She went to Houston with that man, Blade Madaris. I think he’s appointed himself her bodyguard.”
The man laughed as he pulled her down to the sofa with him. “That doesn’t matter. When I’m ready to make my presence known and remind her of the reason I hate her, neither Madaris nor anyone else will be able to stop me from doing what I want to do.”
Chapter 22
Sam stood at the window in her office and looked out. Blade was pulling up in the parking lot, and in no time at all Rita was racing over to the car, no doubt to squeal on her.
Rita was probably telling Blade that earlier that day Sam had tried defying security to go out and grab lunch at the restaurant on the corner. Mac had come back to the office just in time to talk her out of leaving.
She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling a moment of frustration. She had been back from Houston for over a week and her secret admirer had not once tried contacting her. She was beginning to think it had all been a sick joke played by one of her former clients, or someone she had opposed in a court case. Some people took a loss in the courtroom personally.
She moved away from the window when she saw Blade heading toward the building with an unhappy look on his face. A fierce frown tightened his features. Evidently Rita had told him—the traitor. The woman needed to stick to reading her romance novels.
Sam rolled her eyes. Maybe it was time to make Blade see reason and let up a little. She had no complaints about the amount of time they spent together, especially since he stayed at her place every night. But she thought he was overdoing it a little with this protection thing.
She couldn’t go to her front door unless he was dead on her heels. And when he took her home in the afternoons, they stayed there. They either stopped for takeout on the way home or had food delivered to them once they got there. More than once she’d suggested they go out someplace, and he wouldn’t hear of it. Well, she was determined that he would listen to her today. Somehow and someway she was determined to get his attention.
She looked up when he flung open her office door. She swallowed the knot caught in her throat and smiled sweetly at him. “Is something wrong, Blade?”
He closed the door with just about as much force as he’d opened it, and crossed his arms over his chest. They were about to have an argument and it was bound to be a doozy. It was a good thing that Priscilla and most of the staff had already left. Peyton had been in court all