“Your heart is beating so fast,” he whispered against her throat as he covered her left breast with his hand so he could feel the steady throb. “Your nipples are already hard.” He stroked one with his thumb through the fabric of her dress and she whimpered as the touch went straight to her core.
He slid his hand down between her legs. Her legs trembled as he cupped her sex, pressing against her with the heel of his hand.
He groaned when her wetness soaked through the double layers of fabric covering her. “You're so wet already and I've barely even touched you. How can you try to act like you don't want this?”
She didn't say anything, but a shudder rippled through her as he ground the heel of his hand against her. Once, twice. Carla moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulder for balance as her muscles went taut, on the verge of coming against his hand.
“Oh no, not yet,” Sam muttered and withdrew his hand. Before she could react he'd whisked her shirt over her head and popped the button on her shorts before shoving them to her ankles. He took a moment to admire her, and she felt her breasts swell against the the satin cups of her bra.
“Take them off.”
She felt a spurt of defiance at his domineering tone. She narrowed her eyes and threw her shoulders back. “You want me naked you can do it yourself.”
“My pleasure.” Sam stepped closer. Carla kept her eyes locked on the center of his chest as he reached around to unhook her bra, her breath frozen in her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs as every cell sizzled with anticipation.
One strap, then two, slid down her shoulders and caught on her elbows. She knew she should try to stop him, but something inside her, something wild, knew she'd pushed him.
And God help her but she wanted to see how far he would go. As much as she knew she was treading in dangerous waters, she wanted to experience this. Wanted to see him pushed to the brink and know it was because of her. Wanted to experience this side of Sam before she let him go.
He brought his hands up to cover her, and their groans mingled as her warm, heavy breasts filled his hands. He bent his head to lick and tease her nipples, making her sigh and moan as the deep pulls sent sharp pleasure straight to her core. He sank to his knees as his mouth traveled down, hot and open against her belly, stopping when it hit the waistband of her panties.
Carla's fingers threaded through his hair as he hooked his thumbs in the elastic over her hips and slid the panties down her legs. His hands slid around to cup her ass and pull her close, but instead of burying his tongue in the lush folds of her pussy, like she wanted, he pressed a hard kiss right above the little patch of black curls at the top of her mound.
“Lay back,” he said as he stood, pushing her back as he did until her knees hit the back of the bed.
She licked her lips and felt a nervous tightening in her stomach. Was she really going to let him do this?
Then the nervousness was gone, chased away by another charge of defiance. If Sam thought he could charge in here and take over, he had another think coming. He might be ready to hit her with everything he had, but Carla was going to give as good as she got, and no way was she admitting defeat.
Her common sense tried to make one last stand, screaming at her that she was crazy, that she should get off this bed immediately, get dressed and kick Sam's ass out of here.
But one look at Sam, looming over the foot of her bed like some kind of beast about to claim his mate, chased it away.
Part of her―the part that wasn't soaking wet with need and aching have him bury his cock inside her―was a little scared. Okay, a lot scared. Sam was angry, maybe even a little hurt by what she’d said and now he wanted to exact his revenge.
But instinctively, she knew Sam wasn't capable of hurting her―not physically anyway. As for the other...she'd managed to keep her heart locked away from him up until now, hadn't she?
Hadn't she?
Even if the answer was no, her body had taken over, and right now it was telling her in no uncertain terms that whatever Sam had planned for her, it was worth the risk.
Carla pushed herself to the middle of the bed and propped herself up on her elbows. She planted one foot flat on the bedspread and bent her knee slightly. His eyes moved over her like a blue flame, leaving prickles of heat in their wake.
He toed off his shoes but didn't take off any other clothing. He crawled up over her, the fabric of his shirt abrading the hard tips of her breasts, his pants making a rustling sound as they blushed over her legs.
There was something a little dirty about being naked while he still had his clothes on, she thought as he slid his hand up the underside of her arm, flattening it to the mattress as he twined his fingers with hers. One muscled thigh parted her knees and she couldn't stop herself from rolling her hips to rub her pussy against the hardness. But it was a poor substitute for what she really wanted, which was throbbing insistently against her belly, straining against the fly of his pants.