He hardened in her palm. “I’m in, although I doubt we’ll sleep much.”
He pushed into her hand again, his eyes drifting closed as she stroked him once more. He cursed and rolled over on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. “But first, we need to talk.”
“You’re kidding right?” Samantha arched into him, trying to align his cock where she wanted it. Breath hissed from her lips when he grazed her clit. Her body tightened, demanded release.
He pressed her into the mattress, his weight making it impossible for her to move.
“Nope.”
“Spoil sport,” she choked out. “I can’t breathe, stud. If you aren’t going slide that baby inside me, ease off.”
He pushed up and air filled her lungs. Between that and the feel of him against her pussy … total head rush.
“Tell me about Matteo’s wife. Carlotta, is it?”
“I’m not getting laid until I tell you, am I?”
“Probably not.”
She was on the verge of begging him to fuck her, and he was seemingly unaffected, damn him. The man sure knew how to damage a girl’s ego. Samantha growled in frustration and dug her palms into his chest. Caleb took the hint and moved off her.
It would be so easy to give him what he wanted. To sit back and let him protect her. Caleb was strong and gorgeous and did things to her she’d never imagined possible.
If only she were a different person. She knew what it was to be a player in someone else’s game. She knew the pain that came from trusting someone who’d sworn to protect her. As much as her body yearned for this man, Samantha wasn’t sure she could do it.
She had resources of her own. Unfortunately, those resources hadn’t turned up any new information, so she didn’t really have a choice but to widen her net.
“Yes, Carlotta. Or it was, anyway.”
Caleb settled on his side, his head resting in his hand. “Was?”
“Well … yeah. We had to change it to secure her safety.”
He arched a brow. “We?”
Amanda had been the one to secure the documents they’d needed. Samantha had promised no one would ever know. Caleb would have an aneurism if he found out, and she didn’t even want to think about what Joe would do.
She hedged. “We, as in me and Carlotta.”
“Start from the beginning. Walk me through it.”
Samantha sat up and pulled the sheet around her lap. She didn’t bother covering her breasts and by his look, Caleb appreciated the view.
“Carlotta was messed up when I met her. She came to my office, looking for someone to help her with a divorce. I was confused at first, since I’m not actually a divorce attorney.”
She’d often wondered what had brought Carlotta into her office that day. Fate, she supposed. Another attorney could’ve gotten her the divorce she’d deserved, but that wouldn’t have saved her life.
“The minute I laid eyes on her, I knew she needed much more than that.”
Caleb nodded with understanding. “Divorce wasn’t enough to get her away from Vincent. Guy like that … power and money behind him…she’d have been back in his clutches before the ink was dry.”
“Right. I couldn’t turn her away.” Samantha shuddered as she remembered the look in Carlotta’s eyes that day. She hadn’t looked like a woman who desired to leave her husband. She’d looked … dead. As if there weren’t an ounce of fight left in her. Yet, there she’d sat, insisting Samantha must know someone who could help her disappear. Not for the first time, Samantha wondered if it was her association with the Martin’s that had brought Carlotta to her. Martin Tactical and Security was a well-known, highly respected business in these parts.
Caleb reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear. The gesture was sweet, surprising.
“Of course you couldn’t.” His tone held no judgment, only acceptance, as if he’d expected nothing less from her.
Also surprising.
Obviously, his feelings toward her had changed, but she didn’t need to go crazy about it. They were having sex. Really incredible sex, but that didn’t change how things would end.
She glanced down at the muscles of his naked chest. Her fingers itched to explore his delectable body, every solid inch of it.
“Quit looking at me like that.”
She smirked. “Like what?”
He growled and rolled over on his back. “Like you want my cock for breakfast.”
“Well, now that you mention it…”
He shifted and settled against the headboard. He fisted his cock through the sheet. “Story first. Breakfast after.” He wagged his eyebrows. “So, hurry up with it.”