knees, even her elbows.
Sex with Sam was a full-body experience. He didnât simply hit the high spots and skip to the grand finale. Oh, no. He was painstakingly slow and thorough, seemed to make a game out of drawing out the pleasure. Heâd give her just enough to drive her madâto make her begâthen heâd pull back and start the whole frustratingly wonderful process all over again. He was a true hedonist, a master of seduction, a lover beyond compare. Delaney sighed and settled more comfortably against him.
Heâd been perfect.
Sheâd made a thorough inspection of every gloriously proportioned inch of him. While Sam seemed to take his pleasure by drawing hers out, Delaney had found hers in seeing how quickly she could make him lose it, how quickly she could make him lose that tight-fisted sensual control and morph into the hard, fast, primal lover that bordered just shy of the primitive. He was the perfect combination of tender and wild, of gentle and savage, and he brought out those impulses in her as wellâ her wild side.
Remembered heat burned through her once more. Delaney couldnât explain the unexplainable, didnât know just what exactly had made her shed her inhibitions and reservations, what exactly had made her take the step that sheâd taken tonight. Probably theperfect combination of circumstancesâthe cover of ultimate darkness and a hotter than hot guy.
But she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that sheâd never regret it. This night had been flawless, without a single blemish, and she was suddenly hit with the overwhelming urge to get out and preserve the memory before reality could intrude and screw it up.
Like it always did.
Sam stirred beneath her. âSounds like youâre thinking,â he said huskily.
Delaney chuckled softly. âHow does thinking sound?â
He drew lazy circles on her shoulder. âItâs quiet.â
âFunny.â She smiled against his chest. âIâd pegged you as a man who could appreciate quiet.â
It was his turn to chuckle. The deep, rumbling sound vibrated something inside her chest. âYou pegged me right.â His fingers inched down and gently brushed the side of her breast, causing the slightest catch in her breathing. âBut there is a time and place for everythingâincluding quietâand this is not it.â
Astonishingly, lust kindled again. âHmm. Is that right? Then what time would it be?â
âTime for this.â Without warning, Sam rolled her onto her back and swiftly filled her. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp and her body instantly accommodated, immediately stretched and flexed around him. With a greedy growl, she rocked herhips beneath him, clamped her feminine muscles until she heard the breath hiss through his clenched teeth.
âYou p-play dirty,â he stammered brokenly.
She coupled the clamp with a hard, provocative arch. âDirtyâ¦works forâ¦me.â
Curiously, it never had before, but this seemed to be a night for firsts and Sam and hot, gritty sex just felt right.
Sam withdrew and plunged forcefully into her. âIs that right?â
God, that felt wonderful. Her eyes fluttered shut and all but rolled back in her head. Delaney slid her palms over his chest, bit back a possessive moan and lightly pinched his nipples. She smiled when he shuddered.
âThatâs right,â she told him, emboldened. âDoes dirty work for you?â
A strangled laugh bubbled up his throat. âOh, it works for me. Allow me to give you a little demonstrationâ¦.â
Sam drove brutally into her, harder and harder, faster and faster. Her tingling breasts jiggled on her chest, absorbing the frantic force of his smooth, steely thrusts. Delaney pulled her legs back and anchored them higher around his waist, simultaneously pulling him deeper into her body and creating an even better friction against her engorged mound. With
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