Shadow of Sin(23)

“On your hands and knees. Now.”

Moving quickly, Samantha rolled. His hands caressed the globes of her ass and slipped down between her thighs. He separated her folds and tucked the head of his cock back against her entrance.

“So gorgeous.”

“Caleb.” Samantha pressed back. Her fingers dug into the sheets, desperate for something to cling to as he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt.

His groan filled her ears. “You make me lose my mind.”

“Good.” She shifted her hips, struggling to accommodate his length. He filled her, touched her in places long ignored, and she nearly came again. She wanted to come again. And again. She tightened her muscles around him and rotated her hips. “Move, damn it!”

His fingers wrapped around her shoulders and locked her in place as he pulled back and thrust forward again.

Dual moans filled the room as he moved. Her muscles burned, strained against each shift of his hips as he drove into her. He released her shoulders and she sank to the bed, her arms no longer able to hold her weight.

Caleb took full advantage of her change in position. He spread her cheeks and teased the puckered bud of her ass with his thumb. He massaged lightly, igniting nerve endings and driving her insane as he pounded in and out of her pussy.

“Oh my god.” Heat sizzled up her spine as her body prepared for release. She met him thrust for thrust, unable to believe she could orgasm again, but seeking it all the same.

She reached underneath her body, snaking her hand back to where they were joined. She cupped his sac, gently rolling his balls with her fingers.

“Fuck, Samantha. That’s it, baby. So good.”

Her name on his lips was like adding fuel to a fire. Her body shattered. Ecstasy melted her veins, leaving her a shuddering mass of sensation. As her orgasm washed over her, as he yelled out her name with his release, his voice throaty with passion, Samantha knew she’d never be the same.

The bastard had gone and completely ruined her for other men.





Chapter 6

Samantha woke with a heavy sense of oh shit. The kind that comes with not knowing where you are or what you did the night before. Only, in her case, she knew exactly where she was and exactly what she’d done. And with who.

Her body tingled and came to life as images played through her mind. Caleb touching her, tasting her. Caleb possessing her.

She’d known he’d be magnificent. All that anger and badass attitude wrapped in a smokin’ hot package. He’d taken what he wanted without permission or apology, and she’d loved every minute of it.

Wouldn’t mind a little more of it.

She stretched her arms over her head, smiling to herself as she tested her muscles. She was sore in all the most delicious places, but for the first time in months, she felt relaxed, at ease.

It was a good thing she wasn’t one of those silly girls who equated sex with love or she would be head over heels right now.

Damn. Good. Thing.

With a groan, she rolled off the bed and pushed to her feet. A twinge in her side reminded her of her injury. Funny how she’d been completely unaware of it while in Caleb’s arms. The outside world had drifted away. The way he’d touched her … Samantha squeezed her thighs together. He’d played with her body as if he’d known exactly what she’d needed, found erogenous zones she’d not known existed.

Had he pleasured her to prove her wrong about what men want once they get naked? Or because she’d told him they were done once she was safe again? Jesus, was that what last night was about?

Voices and the smell of bacon gave her the motivation to get moving. Her jeans were dirty from her roll in the gravel last night, but she had no choice but to slip them on. She couldn’t find her panties or the shirt she’d had on last night, so she threw on the shirt that Caleb had given her.

After a quick stop in the bathroom to finger-comb her hair and wash her face, Samantha figured she was as presentable as she was going to get under the circumstances.

As she reached for the doorknob, her stomach fluttered with nervous energy. Her relationship with Caleb was precarious at best, and now they’d seen each other naked. She’d had her mouth on him, tasted his musky flavor, and screamed his name. She could still smell him on her skin.

For the first time since she’d met him, she was uncertain where they stood. She pressed her forehead against the door and gathered her strength. She could deal with anything he threw at her, even if that meant dealing with his regret.

Hiding in the bathroom wasn’t her style. Show no weakness. If her father had taught her anything, it was that.

Caleb looked up from the stove when she walked into the room. His expression showed nothing of what had happened between them, causing her nervousness to increase.