over. Her hair tumbled about her shoulders in waves of dark brown silk with coppery gold highlights. Her skin scrubbed fresh.
“All yours,” she said, bag in hand.
There would be no hiding the steel rod in his pants if he stood now. “Thanks.” With extreme difficulty, he tore his gaze from her and refocused on the television.
His nose filled with her evocative sent as she settled next to him on the sofa. She pulled her legs up, rested her chin on her knees, and wrapped her arms around her shins. Huh, would you look at that, her toes had glittery pink polish on them.
He rose and jerked his bag from storage before making his way to the bathroom. Leaning against the closed door, he groaned. Every inch of him demanded he go out there and claim her as his. Unleash that passion he knew simmered beneath her exterior—the cool one she presented to the world.
He stripped naked and stepped into the shower, determined to keep it quick. However, it took a bit longer than planned. He dried off and drew on boxers and the pants he would sleep in. A deep breath and he pushed out into the rest of the LQ.
First thing he noticed was the silent television. Eyes on the couch, he found Samantha out cold. She’d slumped over and held a pillow to her chest. A powerful twinge hit him in his chest as he watched her. Vulnerable. That’s how she appeared to him, and it created this immense urge to protect her.
Bag on the floor, he scoffed at himself. This was to be about fun, not attachments. A woman wouldn’t get the best of him a second time. Still, he couldn’t ignore how this one made him feel, especially when he compared it to how he’d felt with Charlotte. He turned off all lights but one up in the bed area.
Working quietly, he turned down the green and gray quilt before returning to Sam’s side. He stood over her for a brief time, just learning the rhythm of her breathing before he bent to scoop her up in his arms. Perfect. As he’d already known she would. She burrowed closer to him as he carefully made his way to the queen bed and laid her in it.
Samantha refused to allow him to leave her there, as he should, instead slipping her arms around his torso, mumbling and releasing a heavy sigh. He prayed for patience and the ability to do the right thing.
Twice more he tried to disentangle her arms and with the second failure she nuzzled his chin. “Dustin.” She spoke his name on a long breath, and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere for the night. Wasn’t quite the way he pictured their first time in bed together, but he’d take it. Samantha was in his arms.
He shut off the light and held her close, nose buried in her hair, and drifted to sleep, contentment surrounding him.
* * * *
There was a man in bed with her. Finn held still as she tried working out her situation. It wasn’t easy. A hard body covered by warm skin resided beneath…well, her. She lay practically on top of this man.
Pressed against her stomach, blatant proof of his arousal rested. Long and thick, she grew damp at the prospect of enjoying such an item.
Cracking open her eyes, she found no light. Her cheek lay atop the beating of his heart—oddly comforting. His arms were about her, hands touching her skin. One along her ass, fingers below her waistband teasing the skin, and his other cupped the nape of her neck.
Comfort. Warmth. Security.
Emotions which surrounded her and she knew where she was. In bed with Dustin Kane.
She had one hand under his shoulder, and the other rested against his thigh. I never want to move. Unfortunately, she knew that wasn’t possible. Reality had sunk in. She was at the Horse Expo.
He flexed the fingers along her neck, the calluses teasing her skin, and she shifted along the hard body beneath her as fissures of pleasure skated over her. A deep rumble moved up his chest, tantalizing the parts of her that pressed against that very spot. Her moan slipped free before she could contain it.
I have to get off him or I
“All yours,” she said, bag in hand.
There would be no hiding the steel rod in his pants if he stood now. “Thanks.” With extreme difficulty, he tore his gaze from her and refocused on the television.
His nose filled with her evocative sent as she settled next to him on the sofa. She pulled her legs up, rested her chin on her knees, and wrapped her arms around her shins. Huh, would you look at that, her toes had glittery pink polish on them.
He rose and jerked his bag from storage before making his way to the bathroom. Leaning against the closed door, he groaned. Every inch of him demanded he go out there and claim her as his. Unleash that passion he knew simmered beneath her exterior—the cool one she presented to the world.
He stripped naked and stepped into the shower, determined to keep it quick. However, it took a bit longer than planned. He dried off and drew on boxers and the pants he would sleep in. A deep breath and he pushed out into the rest of the LQ.
First thing he noticed was the silent television. Eyes on the couch, he found Samantha out cold. She’d slumped over and held a pillow to her chest. A powerful twinge hit him in his chest as he watched her. Vulnerable. That’s how she appeared to him, and it created this immense urge to protect her.
Bag on the floor, he scoffed at himself. This was to be about fun, not attachments. A woman wouldn’t get the best of him a second time. Still, he couldn’t ignore how this one made him feel, especially when he compared it to how he’d felt with Charlotte. He turned off all lights but one up in the bed area.
Working quietly, he turned down the green and gray quilt before returning to Sam’s side. He stood over her for a brief time, just learning the rhythm of her breathing before he bent to scoop her up in his arms. Perfect. As he’d already known she would. She burrowed closer to him as he carefully made his way to the queen bed and laid her in it.
Samantha refused to allow him to leave her there, as he should, instead slipping her arms around his torso, mumbling and releasing a heavy sigh. He prayed for patience and the ability to do the right thing.
Twice more he tried to disentangle her arms and with the second failure she nuzzled his chin. “Dustin.” She spoke his name on a long breath, and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere for the night. Wasn’t quite the way he pictured their first time in bed together, but he’d take it. Samantha was in his arms.
He shut off the light and held her close, nose buried in her hair, and drifted to sleep, contentment surrounding him.
* * * *
There was a man in bed with her. Finn held still as she tried working out her situation. It wasn’t easy. A hard body covered by warm skin resided beneath…well, her. She lay practically on top of this man.
Pressed against her stomach, blatant proof of his arousal rested. Long and thick, she grew damp at the prospect of enjoying such an item.
Cracking open her eyes, she found no light. Her cheek lay atop the beating of his heart—oddly comforting. His arms were about her, hands touching her skin. One along her ass, fingers below her waistband teasing the skin, and his other cupped the nape of her neck.
Comfort. Warmth. Security.
Emotions which surrounded her and she knew where she was. In bed with Dustin Kane.
She had one hand under his shoulder, and the other rested against his thigh. I never want to move. Unfortunately, she knew that wasn’t possible. Reality had sunk in. She was at the Horse Expo.
He flexed the fingers along her neck, the calluses teasing her skin, and she shifted along the hard body beneath her as fissures of pleasure skated over her. A deep rumble moved up his chest, tantalizing the parts of her that pressed against that very spot. Her moan slipped free before she could contain it.
I have to get off him or I
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