Their tongues touched and her knees bent as a pulse of heat shot through her. He pulled her up and held her tight against him, his hands splayed across her back. One hand found the back of her neck, wound itself in her hair, bringing her flat against his body. She kicked the door closed with the back of her foot and pushed Sam up against it, grabbing his hand and capturing it against the wall as she nibbled on his lips, his jawline, his throat. He was salty with sweat, and his raw flesh turned her on like nothing else. She moved her free hand down to his waist and up his shirt. She had never felt anything like Sam Garcia. The kiss two years ago was pale in comparison. The kiss two years ago was a mere peck compared to being devoured by Sam’s hot mouth.
He spun her around so she was against the door and kissed her again, his mouth and tongue making all the moves she wanted his body to make. She arched her back, hungry, on fire. His hips pushed against her, she felt him hard against her stomach, and she reached under his waistband to free him. She wanted him here, now, without excuses.
He groaned, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of his pants.
“I want you,” she said breathing hard, her eyelids heavy.
Sam stepped away, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He ran a hand through his messed up hair, and it fell back into place. He mumbled, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry?”
She blinked and stared at him. He wasn’t looking at her, but at her neck. His skin was flushed and she felt the same heat saturating hers.
“Sorry for what?” she demanded when he didn’t speak. “You wanted to kiss me. You can’t tell me you think I’m your damn sister!” Her passion turned to anger and she didn’t know why. But she couldn’t stand for him to reject her—again. “You kissed me.”
“I definitely don’t consider you my sister, so stop saying that.” He stepped as far away from her as he could in the small office. He put his hands on the desk. “I can’t believe I was going to do this. Here. Now.”
Shauna looked around and blinked. Her heart began to beat closer to normal. “Oh. Okay.” She smiled, regaining her confidence. “Your place or mine?”
The way he was looking at her she suddenly felt embarrassed. Or something. “What did I do?” she said. “I’ve wanted this since I was seventeen.”
“I’m not having a one-night stand with you.”
“What?” She was definitely confused. Sam wanted her as much as she did; it was a mutual attraction. Why was he talking about it? Why did he have to analyze it?
“Just give me a minute.”
“No. Either you want to make love to me or you don’t. Why are you complicating things?”
“Because it is complicated!”
“What about this is complicated?” She waved her arms in the air. “I’ve thrown myself at you twice and I knew you felt the same way, but you pushed me away. I get it. First, I was seventeen and your best friend’s little sister. Okay, I can forgive that. Then, I pushed when you were in the middle of a divorce. I’m sorry about that.” And she was. In hindsight, she had pushed him too hard, too fast, and he became the mountain. “But now? You’re back. You’re single. I’m single. I still feel exactly the same as I did before. Only—more. So either you do, or you don’t.”
“Tell me the truth. Are you still involved with that lawyer you dated?”
“No. Next question?”
“Will you stay away from Jason Butler?”
She blinked. “What?”
“I put him in prison for a reason. I don’t want you seeing him.”
“I’m not involved with Jason, and I don’t plan to be. It’s been over a long time. I want you.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
She swallowed. She didn’t want this fight, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She had never allowed anyone to order her around, to tell her who her friends were. “You’re telling me who I can and can not see?”
“No, that’s not it—”
“But I can’t see Jason.”
“He’s a known criminal.”
It took all of Shauna’s strength not to cry. She wanted to say she’d never see Jason again if that’s what Sam wanted, if that’s what it took for Sam to love her, to share her bed, to make love to her every night like she’d been dreaming about for far too long.
But she couldn’t overlook the fact he was telling her who was an acceptable friend and who wasn’t. She couldn’t believe he’d asked her to stay away from Jason. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew Jason had made some huge mistakes that he’d paid dearly for. Wasn’t his confession and time in prison punishment enough?