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She shrugged, giving him a sweet smile. “Batteries are probably dead. It’s been a while.”
Christ! She was fucking killing him. “You won’t need it,” he rasped, burying his face in the silken skin of her neck.
She tilted her head, giving him better access as she murmured, “Is it true that you didn’t go to bed with all those women?”
“What I said is true. I know what the gossip columns say and what people think, but it’s not true. The women people see me with are nothing more than friends or acquaintances, women who want to attend the parties. I won’t claim to be a saint, Maddie. I’ve fucked. But none of them were you,” he answered, his voice husky against her skin.
“I missed you. I missed you so much,” she replied, her voice filled with pain and sadness.
Unable to stop himself, Sam slipped Maddie off his lap and under him, covering her petite body with his larger frame. She felt so sweet, so soft beneath him that he groaned as she opened her thighs to welcome him, and he felt like he was finally home, exactly where he was supposed to be. The feel of her body, her enticing fragrance surrounded him, sinking into his every pore. “I missed you, too, Sunshine. More than you can possibly imagine,” he answered gruffly, lowering his body to hers while keeping most of his weight off her with his elbows, needing all of her softness. He buried his face in her silky curls, letting himself completely absorb her, breathing her in over and over again until every part of him was filled with her scent.
Mine. Need her. She’ll never have another man as long as I’m breathing.
A low, incoherent sound left his throat, feral and unrestrained. “I’ll never let you go. You can say yes today or tomorrow, but you’ll always be mine.”
He lowered his mouth to hers before she could reply, swallowing any protest she might have made. He didn’t give a shit what words left her mouth; he was taking what should have been his years ago. Maybe he should have confessed everything the first time he had seen her again last year, but he hadn’t gotten close to her, afraid that she had a man in her life, a man who was better for her than him. Now that he knew the truth, that she had never been cherished as she should have been, he wasn’t letting her go.
She tasted of sweet coffee and raw temptation, and it nearly drove him mad. He covered her mouth over and over, trying to brand her as his, needing her to forget every man in the world except him. His cock pulsated and he thrust his pelvis into her core, groaning into her mouth as he was greeted with nothing but heat and the promise of ecstasy. He snaked his forearms under her back, trying to pull her closer, her breasts tighter against his chest. Fuck! He needed more. More of her, more of her heat. She moaned into his mouth as he plundered again, sweeping his tongue into the wet, warm cavity, greedy for her sweetness, wallowing in her essence.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he rasped, “Have to get closer. Naked. Now.”
“Sam, someone is at the door. I heard the doorbell,” Maddie panted softly.
Shit! Simon.
He looked at the clock and then back at Maddie, so damn tempted to ignore the penetrating ring of the doorbell again.
Maddie looked so warm, so soft, so ready to be fucked that he raked his hand through his hair in frustration. “Christ. It’s Simon.” He gave her a heated stare. “We finish this later.”
Maddie sat up, pushing him off her gently. “Not happening. They’re staying until Saturday, right?”
“Yeah. So?” Sam didn’t care if they stayed, as long as he had Maddie with him.
“I’m not sleeping in your bedroom while they’re here.” Maddie scowled at him. “This is their wedding, Sam. I’m not doing anything that will cause talk. They deserve this time. And I know I need some time to think.” She ran a hand through her hair, but it only made her curls wilder.
Sam’s eyes raked over her disheveled appearance with male satisfaction. She looked like a woman who had just been ravished. “You don’t need to think. You just need to say yes,” he replied belligerently.
Maddie jumped up from the couch and gathered her hair in a ponytail. “I need my rubber.”
Sam looked at her sardonically. “That just doesn’t sound right coming out of a woman’s mouth. In the kitchen. I’ll get it.”
“No. I’ll get it. You get the door. Poor Simon and Kara are standing on the doorstep, probably wondering where you are.”
“I was about to get luckier than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. Perfect timing, bro,” Sam grumbled, heading for the door.
Maddie giggled, covering her mouth to stifle the sound. “I do need a few things from my house. And some fresh batteries,” she told him as she sashayed across the room.
Sam groaned, watching her prance to the kitchen, that sweet ass wiggling enticingly as she went, in a pair of jeans he never should have asked David to buy. They were too provocative, cupped her ass too perfectly.
Batteries? Why did she need—?
Oh shit. How screwed could one man get? He smirked as he moved toward the front door. Point scored by Maddie. And he would give her this one. Because, in the end, he planned to win by a landslide.
He put his hand on the doorknob, trying to adjust his throbbing erection before he opened it, and attempting to banish visions of Maddie pleasuring herself with her vibrator.
“You’ll pay for this one, Sunshine,” he whispered to himself with a small smile as he pulled open the door.
Sam had waited forever for Maddie, but suddenly, he just couldn’t wait any longer. He was being given a second chance, and this time he wasn’t letting her go, because nobody else in the world needed her as much as he did. And nobody would treasure her as much as he would.