“She does,” he whispered fiercely. “There’s no way she could feel this fucking good unless she belongs here with me.”
“Sam?” she murmured in a confused voice.
His heart thundering, he answered, “Yeah?”
“I hate you. Why are you here?” She snuggled against him, belying her words as she clung to his fiery body like a heat-seeking missile.
“I know you do, Sunshine. Just sleep,” he answered gravely.
He wrapped his arms around her. She might hate him, but she needed him right now. And he was determined to be there for her.
Like I should have been all along. I didn’t fucking know she had never gotten married. Unless she got married and didn’t change her name; but what sort of guy would let his woman work the way she does? I thought she’d have half a dozen kids by now.
Sam figured she must at least have a man in her life and he shuddered at the thought.
Mine. She fucking belongs here with me.
Closing his eyes, he let his senses absorb her fragrance, the feel of her body pressed against him.
It was agony and ecstasy all at once.
He lay there, listening to Maddie’s steady, even breathing, indicating that she’d finally settled and was deeply asleep.
Strangely enough, Sam followed her into slumber moments later, his body relaxing, and his mind, for the first in years, completely content.
Chapter 3
Maddie woke the next morning confused, her head pounding like she had the mother of all hangovers- except for the fact that she rarely drank more than a glass of wine.
What in the hell happened? Where am I?
Pushing the hair back from her face, she blinked as she opened her eyes, her whole head foggy.
Hearing a masculine groan beneath her, she pushed to sit up, her fingers greeted by hot skin and tight muscle as she pushed against an enormous male chest.
What the hell?!
Maddie’s eyes grew wide, coming totally awake in seconds as she looked at the body beneath hers. “Hudson,” she hissed, noticing that she was straddling him, torso to torso, her head having previously rested on his shoulder. “Take your hands off my ass.”
His eyes were wide open, shooting her a hot, intense look that nearly incinerated her. Her heart thundered as his sizzling green eyes devoured her.
“You called me Sam last night, Sunshine,” he told her in a low, sultry voice. “And if you’re going to spread that luscious body out on top of me, you should expect to have this delicious ass groped. I’m not exactly a saint.”
Maddie shivered as he cupped her ass in his hands, bringing her core flush with his raging erection. Last night? Last night? What exactly had happened? Thinking furiously, she tried to remember if she and Sam had been…intimate. The last thing she remembered was putting her head on her desk at the clinic, just thinking she needed to rest her burning eyes for a moment. And then…nothing. “I can’t remember last night. Did we-” She stopped abruptly, unable to ask Sam Hudson that mortifying question.
“Did we fuck?” he asked her casually. He released a beleaguered masculine sigh as he continued, “Sadly…no we didn’t. But if we had, you would have remembered it.”
Thank God!
Swinging her leg over his body, she scrambled away from him, moving to the other side of the bed. Swiping the irritating curls from her face, she gave him an annoyed glance. She was still dressed in the clean scrubs she had donned after her shower at the clinic. He, however, was naked; at least from the waist up. She tried not to notice that sculpted chest, covered in a light dusting of blond hair, and the enticing trail that went down his navel to his…
Shit!
Pulling her eyes away from him, completely disgusted with herself for drooling over his ripped body, she asked abruptly, “What happened? Why am I here?” She assumed that this was his home, since she was in the same bed as him. A bed, that she had to admit, had damn nice sheets, in a bedroom with lovely furnishings.
Sam sat up, and Maddie held her breath as the sheet slipped lower, her eyes drawn unerringly back to his abdomen. Then, she noticed the elastic band that sat low on his hips, proof that he wasn’t completely naked. She released her breath, hating herself for being disappointed.
“I’d love to tell you that I came to your clinic and you were so overcome with lust that you begged me to take you home and fuck you,” he replied, his hot green eyes raking her face and body. “But you weren’t and I didn’t. I went to your office and you were fast asleep on your desk. I tried to wake you but you were so exhausted that I had to carry you here and put you to bed.”
Sliding from the bed, she asked, “Why? I would have woken up eventually.” She put her hands on her hips, annoyed that he had invaded her clinic. Again.