then his hot mouth closed over her nipple and she could no longer speak. He sucked and licked, then bit gently and Marabeth could only wrap her arms around his head, holding him in place in an unspoken plea to continue his ministrations.
The phone rang which was the equivalent of dumping a bucket of ice water over Marabeth’s head. “Oh my goodness,” she gasped, leaning back and looking at Sam in astonishment. When he touched her again, she cringed, “No. Please, no more,” she said and quickly moved off his lap.
She bent down and grabbed her sweatshirt, covering herself before answering the phone. “Hello?” she asked.
The person at the other end of the line quickly relayed the message from her mother and Marabeth nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you,” she said and put the phone back in it’s cradle.
“Who was that?” Sam asked, directly behind her. She turned and was grateful to see that he’d put his tee-shirt and dress shirt back on and was buttoning it up before tucking it back into his waistband.
“It was my mother’s assistant letting me know that my mother will be attending the luncheon tomorrow.”
Sam nodded and waited while she turned her back and slipped her sweatshirt back on. “Don’t you need this?” he asked, and her face flamed red when she saw her black lace bra dangling from his large, masculine fingertips. She grabbed it and stuffed it into the pocket of her jeans.
“Thank you,” she whispered and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Marabeth, will you please have dinner with me tomorrow night? We need to talk, work through a few details.”
“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Sam sighed and pulled her into his arms. “Are we back to that again?”
She leaned her head against his chest, wishing she had the strength to pull out of his arms. But he just felt too good. Just a moment, she told herself. She wanted to savor the feeling for just one moment longer. “Yes,” she sighed. “I really don’t want to go through with this wedding. I don’t want to be married to you.”
“I know.” Sam stepped back and smiled down at her. “I’d be honored if you would just meet me for dinner tomorrow night so we can discuss the issue. Will that be okay?” he asked.
“Sam, please…” but he put a finger over her mouth.
“I asked.”
Marabeth laughed. “Just because you asked means I’m not allowed to say no?”
“Exactly,” he said and smiled charmingly.
“Well, I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
“If I promise to not touch you, will that work?” “Will you?”
“No, but I could try.”
Marabeth couldn’t help but laugh at his unrepentant reply. “I’m not sure that’s a very good promise.”
“It’s the best I can do. Sorry, but now that I know what you’re like in my arms, I don’t think I can wait to hold you again.”
She looked up at him curiously. “Sam, do you ever take no for an answer.”
“Sure. When it is the right one,” he said. He bent down and quickly kissed her lips. “I’ll stop by here at seven o’clock. Dress up,” he said and turned to leave the room.
Marabeth turned and watched him leave, amazed anew now that she had seen his chest and felt the muscles along his shoulders and back. She liked the way he walked, she thought as he opened her door and left without a backwards glance. She wondered what his legs would feel like wrapped in hers as their bodies, completely naked, moved in time with each other.
Stop it! She told herself. Those kinds of thoughts were too dangerous.
She walked into her bedroom and put on a silk nightgown. The feeling of the silk as it moved down her already sexually aroused body was pure torture and she had to pull it off and find a cotton nightgown. That one was only marginally better but she slid between the sheets, frustrated and punching her pillow in her agitation.
Marabeth dressed carefully for dinner the following
The phone rang which was the equivalent of dumping a bucket of ice water over Marabeth’s head. “Oh my goodness,” she gasped, leaning back and looking at Sam in astonishment. When he touched her again, she cringed, “No. Please, no more,” she said and quickly moved off his lap.
She bent down and grabbed her sweatshirt, covering herself before answering the phone. “Hello?” she asked.
The person at the other end of the line quickly relayed the message from her mother and Marabeth nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you,” she said and put the phone back in it’s cradle.
“Who was that?” Sam asked, directly behind her. She turned and was grateful to see that he’d put his tee-shirt and dress shirt back on and was buttoning it up before tucking it back into his waistband.
“It was my mother’s assistant letting me know that my mother will be attending the luncheon tomorrow.”
Sam nodded and waited while she turned her back and slipped her sweatshirt back on. “Don’t you need this?” he asked, and her face flamed red when she saw her black lace bra dangling from his large, masculine fingertips. She grabbed it and stuffed it into the pocket of her jeans.
“Thank you,” she whispered and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Marabeth, will you please have dinner with me tomorrow night? We need to talk, work through a few details.”
“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Sam sighed and pulled her into his arms. “Are we back to that again?”
She leaned her head against his chest, wishing she had the strength to pull out of his arms. But he just felt too good. Just a moment, she told herself. She wanted to savor the feeling for just one moment longer. “Yes,” she sighed. “I really don’t want to go through with this wedding. I don’t want to be married to you.”
“I know.” Sam stepped back and smiled down at her. “I’d be honored if you would just meet me for dinner tomorrow night so we can discuss the issue. Will that be okay?” he asked.
“Sam, please…” but he put a finger over her mouth.
“I asked.”
Marabeth laughed. “Just because you asked means I’m not allowed to say no?”
“Exactly,” he said and smiled charmingly.
“Well, I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
“If I promise to not touch you, will that work?” “Will you?”
“No, but I could try.”
Marabeth couldn’t help but laugh at his unrepentant reply. “I’m not sure that’s a very good promise.”
“It’s the best I can do. Sorry, but now that I know what you’re like in my arms, I don’t think I can wait to hold you again.”
She looked up at him curiously. “Sam, do you ever take no for an answer.”
“Sure. When it is the right one,” he said. He bent down and quickly kissed her lips. “I’ll stop by here at seven o’clock. Dress up,” he said and turned to leave the room.
Marabeth turned and watched him leave, amazed anew now that she had seen his chest and felt the muscles along his shoulders and back. She liked the way he walked, she thought as he opened her door and left without a backwards glance. She wondered what his legs would feel like wrapped in hers as their bodies, completely naked, moved in time with each other.
Stop it! She told herself. Those kinds of thoughts were too dangerous.
She walked into her bedroom and put on a silk nightgown. The feeling of the silk as it moved down her already sexually aroused body was pure torture and she had to pull it off and find a cotton nightgown. That one was only marginally better but she slid between the sheets, frustrated and punching her pillow in her agitation.
Marabeth dressed carefully for dinner the following
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