only a few days with her, sheâd managed to convince him of her belief that she was Edmundâs wife, regardless of the circumstance in which she now found herself. And that, he considered with a dismay that shocked him, put the greatest damper on their relationship, whatever it might be, and his growing desire to have her.
Sam sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, turning onto his back again and pushing the sheets down to the edge of the bed with his bare feet, his body growing hot and uncomfortable in the suddenly stuffy room. Lying there quietly, his arms supporting his head beneath the pillows, he envisioned her nude form, curled up on a soft layer of white feathers and red rose petals, gazing at him with passion-filled eyes as her long black hair fell loosely around her shoulders, the ends curling around pink nipples that stood out and beckoned him to taste. Slowly, she offered him a stirring smile and reached out with an open palm, her long, shapely legs gradually lengthening to give him full frontal view of her exquisitely curved form. She invited him by reaching down and stroking her thigh with a perfectly manicured nail, back and forth, her fingertips brushing ever so gently against the thick black curls between her legs as she slowly opened her knees for his pleasureâ¦
Samâs chest tightened as his body grew hard with desire once again. Had he been so long without a woman that his mind no longer worked to discriminate between those he could and couldnât possibly ever have? To those he shouldnât even desire because of a past that had changed him?
No, this went beyond such choice, such simple lust. This was strictly about her. She did this to him, and she probably didnât even realize it, which made it all the worseâor maybe more exciting? But God, what he wouldnât give right now to have her open the door to her guest room, walk to his side, and reach out and touch his hot, rigid flesh with a warm soft hand. His release from her stroking would be bliss beyond words.
Oh, yes, Oliviaâ¦Make me â
Samâs eyes popped open and he slowly raised himself up on his elbows, shaking his mind clear, his ears suddenly attuned to the tiniest sounds coming from beyond his room. And then he heard it againâa creak of the floor and a wooden chair briefly scraped across it.
She was awake, like him. And thinking of him as he was of her? Probably not. Heâd never known a woman to fantasize about a man that way, or admit to lusty thoughts. And while everything in his well-ordered and intelligent mind told Sam to lie back down, close his eyes again, and finish his erotic vision, his impulses got the better of him.
Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he waited only a moment or two for his erection to die a slow and painful death, then reached for his trousers and a linen pullover shirt, deciding it would be best for both of them if he were at least decently covered. He couldonly hope sheâd be wearing nothing but a silken, sheer chemise.
Sam stood by the door for a few seconds, listening. Hearing nothing, he opened it cautiously and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.
Since heâd stubbornly marched off to bed earlier in the evening, he hadnât taken the time to observe the layout of her home, though he had seen the parlor, now straight ahead of him, and assumed the dining room and kitchen were to his left, where he now noticed a faint sliver of light coming from under a swing door.
Sam walked silently toward it, reached out with the palm of one hand and opened it.
The movement obviously caught her by surprise. He heard her slight gasp before he saw her.
She sat at the end of the table, her vivid blue eyes wide with uncertainty, clearly startled by his presence as she held a mug of what he assumed to be tea in mid-movement to her lips.
âYour graceââ
âSam,â he cut in, annoyed that she continued to ignore his request to call him
Sam sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, turning onto his back again and pushing the sheets down to the edge of the bed with his bare feet, his body growing hot and uncomfortable in the suddenly stuffy room. Lying there quietly, his arms supporting his head beneath the pillows, he envisioned her nude form, curled up on a soft layer of white feathers and red rose petals, gazing at him with passion-filled eyes as her long black hair fell loosely around her shoulders, the ends curling around pink nipples that stood out and beckoned him to taste. Slowly, she offered him a stirring smile and reached out with an open palm, her long, shapely legs gradually lengthening to give him full frontal view of her exquisitely curved form. She invited him by reaching down and stroking her thigh with a perfectly manicured nail, back and forth, her fingertips brushing ever so gently against the thick black curls between her legs as she slowly opened her knees for his pleasureâ¦
Samâs chest tightened as his body grew hard with desire once again. Had he been so long without a woman that his mind no longer worked to discriminate between those he could and couldnât possibly ever have? To those he shouldnât even desire because of a past that had changed him?
No, this went beyond such choice, such simple lust. This was strictly about her. She did this to him, and she probably didnât even realize it, which made it all the worseâor maybe more exciting? But God, what he wouldnât give right now to have her open the door to her guest room, walk to his side, and reach out and touch his hot, rigid flesh with a warm soft hand. His release from her stroking would be bliss beyond words.
Oh, yes, Oliviaâ¦Make me â
Samâs eyes popped open and he slowly raised himself up on his elbows, shaking his mind clear, his ears suddenly attuned to the tiniest sounds coming from beyond his room. And then he heard it againâa creak of the floor and a wooden chair briefly scraped across it.
She was awake, like him. And thinking of him as he was of her? Probably not. Heâd never known a woman to fantasize about a man that way, or admit to lusty thoughts. And while everything in his well-ordered and intelligent mind told Sam to lie back down, close his eyes again, and finish his erotic vision, his impulses got the better of him.
Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he waited only a moment or two for his erection to die a slow and painful death, then reached for his trousers and a linen pullover shirt, deciding it would be best for both of them if he were at least decently covered. He couldonly hope sheâd be wearing nothing but a silken, sheer chemise.
Sam stood by the door for a few seconds, listening. Hearing nothing, he opened it cautiously and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.
Since heâd stubbornly marched off to bed earlier in the evening, he hadnât taken the time to observe the layout of her home, though he had seen the parlor, now straight ahead of him, and assumed the dining room and kitchen were to his left, where he now noticed a faint sliver of light coming from under a swing door.
Sam walked silently toward it, reached out with the palm of one hand and opened it.
The movement obviously caught her by surprise. He heard her slight gasp before he saw her.
She sat at the end of the table, her vivid blue eyes wide with uncertainty, clearly startled by his presence as she held a mug of what he assumed to be tea in mid-movement to her lips.
âYour graceââ
âSam,â he cut in, annoyed that she continued to ignore his request to call him
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