of him beneath her hand brought a rush of blood to her own sex,
which clenched involuntarily, once, twice.
57
She was utterly incapable of movement, of thought.
"Not want you?" Sam's voice was raspy now, as if he found it difficult to
get the words out. He breathed out hard. His jaw muscles bunched and his nostrils
flared. "I've wanted you since the first second I saw you. I couldn't do anything
about it because I was on an undercover job but I sure as hell thought about it,
night and day. Christ, Nicole, I want you so much I can hardly breathe. I want you
so much I can't think. Say you'll come back home with me. Now."
She couldn't remove her hand because his big one was curled around it,
keeping it over his penis. This was utterly insane. Nothing like this had ever
happened to her before.
There was no air in the room.
No, the answer was no, of course. She had to say no. How could she go
home with him, just like that? This was crazy, she'd never done anything like that
in her life.
She'd had her share of lovers but she was incredibly picky. It took several
evenings out and if there was a false note, if she was uncomfortable in any way
with the idea, she just said no. She was good-looking, she got asked out a lot, but
then a lot of men were jerks. She'd said no a lot since puberty. There were tons of
reasons to say no right now to Sam, if only she could get her brain working again
to think of them. Like her hand, like her breasts and between her thighs, it was hot,
melting in a sudden surge of pulsing desire.
No, of course not, are you crazy? she said, only the words didn't quite come
out that way.
Somehow, what came out was, "Yes."
58
Chapter 5
Yes!
Sam stood up abruptly, tilting his chair over. He barely heard the clatter as
he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. He threw it onto
the table--it was more than enough, but even if it wasn't, Bashir knew he'd be good
for it later--and grabbed her hand.
Nicole was looking utterly shocked at what she'd said, big blue eyes wide in
dismay, that luscious mouth a shocked O.
Sam couldn't stop to think about that. He couldn't think about anything,
actually, except getting her into his bed. Or wherever. It didn't have to be a bed.
Against the door or the wall or on the floor or the couch would do just fine. He
didn't give a shit.
The important thing was to get into her as fast as possible and stay there as
long as possible. Till next year, if what he was feeling was any indication.
It was as if he'd never had sex before, ever. He was so excited he could
barely feel his hands and feet as he walked to his car, moving fast. Luckily, he had
his arm around her waist when Nicole stumbled on the gravel.
Sam held her fast. She'd never fall when she was with him, but he was
ashamed that he'd been half dragging her along.
"Sorry," he mumbled and slowed his stride. He was a runner, and he was
used to getting from A to B fast. He moved fast on principle and when he was
aiming toward something he wanted, he picked up speed.
Had he been running? God only knew. His senses were so blasted he wasn't
getting any input except from his dick, which was communicating what it wanted
loud and clear.
He tried to slow down, even out his stride, but damn, it was hard.
Later, he'd reflect on what it meant for him to be out of control of his body.
It was unthinkable. He'd learned self-control in the hardest school possible--his
early years. And then the Navy and SEAL training had taken those skills and
honed them to machine-like perfection.
He was in charge of himself--always. Aware of his surroundings and his
place in any given setting. He was rock steady. For a while he'd been a fucking
sniper, for God's sake. Snipers could control their own heartbeats, certainly their
breathing. And their hands never trembled.
Right now, he was barely aware of the outside world, only of the beautiful
woman by his side. Everything else was fog.
which clenched involuntarily, once, twice.
57
She was utterly incapable of movement, of thought.
"Not want you?" Sam's voice was raspy now, as if he found it difficult to
get the words out. He breathed out hard. His jaw muscles bunched and his nostrils
flared. "I've wanted you since the first second I saw you. I couldn't do anything
about it because I was on an undercover job but I sure as hell thought about it,
night and day. Christ, Nicole, I want you so much I can hardly breathe. I want you
so much I can't think. Say you'll come back home with me. Now."
She couldn't remove her hand because his big one was curled around it,
keeping it over his penis. This was utterly insane. Nothing like this had ever
happened to her before.
There was no air in the room.
No, the answer was no, of course. She had to say no. How could she go
home with him, just like that? This was crazy, she'd never done anything like that
in her life.
She'd had her share of lovers but she was incredibly picky. It took several
evenings out and if there was a false note, if she was uncomfortable in any way
with the idea, she just said no. She was good-looking, she got asked out a lot, but
then a lot of men were jerks. She'd said no a lot since puberty. There were tons of
reasons to say no right now to Sam, if only she could get her brain working again
to think of them. Like her hand, like her breasts and between her thighs, it was hot,
melting in a sudden surge of pulsing desire.
No, of course not, are you crazy? she said, only the words didn't quite come
out that way.
Somehow, what came out was, "Yes."
58
Chapter 5
Yes!
Sam stood up abruptly, tilting his chair over. He barely heard the clatter as
he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. He threw it onto
the table--it was more than enough, but even if it wasn't, Bashir knew he'd be good
for it later--and grabbed her hand.
Nicole was looking utterly shocked at what she'd said, big blue eyes wide in
dismay, that luscious mouth a shocked O.
Sam couldn't stop to think about that. He couldn't think about anything,
actually, except getting her into his bed. Or wherever. It didn't have to be a bed.
Against the door or the wall or on the floor or the couch would do just fine. He
didn't give a shit.
The important thing was to get into her as fast as possible and stay there as
long as possible. Till next year, if what he was feeling was any indication.
It was as if he'd never had sex before, ever. He was so excited he could
barely feel his hands and feet as he walked to his car, moving fast. Luckily, he had
his arm around her waist when Nicole stumbled on the gravel.
Sam held her fast. She'd never fall when she was with him, but he was
ashamed that he'd been half dragging her along.
"Sorry," he mumbled and slowed his stride. He was a runner, and he was
used to getting from A to B fast. He moved fast on principle and when he was
aiming toward something he wanted, he picked up speed.
Had he been running? God only knew. His senses were so blasted he wasn't
getting any input except from his dick, which was communicating what it wanted
loud and clear.
He tried to slow down, even out his stride, but damn, it was hard.
Later, he'd reflect on what it meant for him to be out of control of his body.
It was unthinkable. He'd learned self-control in the hardest school possible--his
early years. And then the Navy and SEAL training had taken those skills and
honed them to machine-like perfection.
He was in charge of himself--always. Aware of his surroundings and his
place in any given setting. He was rock steady. For a while he'd been a fucking
sniper, for God's sake. Snipers could control their own heartbeats, certainly their
breathing. And their hands never trembled.
Right now, he was barely aware of the outside world, only of the beautiful
woman by his side. Everything else was fog.
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