Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [92]
Sam was everything he could possibly want in a woman—sexually daring, provocative. He loved her and he respected her. There were times when he would find her staring at him as if he was a puzzle she needed to solve that was missing one piece. It was during those times that he wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms and tell her just how much he loved her and that everything would be okay.
Sam slowly walked toward him, swaying her hips, and he moved away from the door to meet her halfway. They were two naked bodies about to intimately become one. She wrapped her arms around his waist and began rubbing her body against him, flesh against flesh and skin against skin.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to her desk and plopped her naked rear end on top. He then leaned forward and captured her mouth, mating their tongues in one ravenous exchange.
He reached down and used his finger to test her, to see if she was ready for him, and wasn’t surprised to find that she was. He pulled his mouth back and whispered against her lips, “You’re hot and wet.”
“Then make me hotter and wetter.”
He tilted her back on the desk and spread her legs in the process. And then his erect and protruding shaft homed in on just where it wanted to go. He teased the well-lubricated opening of her legs before slowly easing inside of her.
His breath caught the moment he sensed the pleasure he always felt when he entered her like this. He’d never thought he would find a woman like her, a woman whose sexual fantasies mirrored his, and who met his every need, not just in the bedroom.
She wrapped her legs around him as he moved inside her, while her inner muscles clenched tight around his engorged erection. Her muscles were working him and he was determined to work her just as hard. Each thrust into her body mirrored just how much he loved her, how much she meant to him, and just how determined he was to never let her go.
When he felt her shudder around him he rolled his hips and rocked into her one final time before exploding, releasing the orgasm he could no longer hold back, and joining her as the two of them climaxed together.
An hour or so later, in a better frame of mind than she had been earlier, Sam got out of the car when Blade parked it in her driveway. He had fulfilled another one of her fantasies and she was happy about it. Sex had to be one of the best stress relievers.
And to top things off, after leaving the office he’d taken her to the restaurant on the corner. Instead of getting takeout, as she assumed they would, he had parked the car, come around and opened her door, took her hand and led her inside the restaurant, requesting a table at the window.
During dinner, it had been quite obvious that he was watchful and alert. Every so often she would see him looking around, checking out anyone who’d entered the restaurant. But sitting across from him, sharing a meal and telling him how her day had gone had been nice.
“Other than the nail salon and spa, do you have any other appointments this week?” he asked as he waited for her to walk around the car.
She didn’t look at him as she pulled her key out of her purse. “Yes, I have a doctor’s appointment on Friday.”
“A doctor’s appointment?”
“Yes,” she said, still not looking at him. “My regular checkup.”
It wasn’t completely true. There was nothing regular about the appointment she had made with her doctor. She was late, and for someone whose cycle was always regular, that concerned her. But then, she knew all the stress of what she was going through might have had something to do with it.
But something Syneda Madaris had said that night at the party in Houston still stuck in her mind.
…the thing about a Madaris man. If he wants to get you pregnant, a simple thing like a birth-control pill or a condom isn’t going to stop him….
She glanced over at Blade when he took the key from her hand. Although the two of them had spent the last three weeks making love practically each and every day,