He closed his eyes and moaned. "That's cheating."
"I never cheat." She guided him so that the head of his erection pressed against her heat. Oh boy. She was about to do it with Sam Hennessy!
"Okay," he muttered, "I'm not Superman. Next time I'm going to blow your mind."
She smiled but didn't bother to burst his bubble. There wasn't going to be a next time and her mind was not the blowing kind. It never had been and she'd long ago realized she just wasn't a sensual woman. Orgasms weren't meant for her.
Sam kissed her mouth as he slid gently into her. A deep moan escaped his throat and his body shuddered. "Oh Maddie," he murmured against her lips.
Oh boy. She squeezed her eyes shut as he filled her. Yes, this was good. Very, very good. She could definitely enjoy sex with him. Nice, safe sex—
"Wait!"
He froze above her, the muscles in his shoulders and arms straining. "What?" he rasped.
"Condom."
He let out a long breath, flipping the strands of hair that had fallen across his eyes. "Jeez, you scared the hell out of me. I thought you'd changed your mind."
No chance. She was about to find out what all the fuss had been about in high school. But only with a condom.
She rolled over and rummaged in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. "I know they're in here somewhere. I always keep one for emergencies."
"This is an emergency." He nuzzled her left butt cheek. "In fact, it's a matter of life and death for my—"
"Got it." She held up the little silver packet.
"It's not a prize. Hurry up and open it."
She took out the condom and sheathed him, fumbling at first until she got the technique right. "Oh wow," he murmured, "you've got wonderfully sensuous hands."
He kissed her breast, sucking on a nipple. Then he entered her, slow and sure but not quite all the way in. "You’re so tight," he whispered and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
He withdrew before plunging to the hilt, making her eyes spring open in amazement. Amazement that she didn’t split in two.
Hip to hip, they rocked, his thrusts measured, controlled. He sucked on her nipple again and she pushed up to meet his mouth, wanting more of that. Tiny ripples spread through her body and then became bigger waves as Sam picked up the rhythm. Faster, harder he plunged into her, his hot mouth all over her, sucking and licking until she couldn't stand it anymore and wrapped her legs around his waist. The position sent him deeper and she gasped as fire spread through her body.
That seemed to send him over the edge and he bucked once, twice, with a guttural growl to finish off.
He collapsed beside her, breathing heavily, one leg trapping both of hers. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her shoulder.
"Maddie," he whispered into her hair, "that was fantastic."
Fantastic didn't even begin to describe it as far as she was concerned. He'd been better than any of her other lovers. The rumors had all been true. He'd lived up to every fantasy she'd ever had of him—and she'd had more than she'd ever admit to. She smiled up at the smudge on her ceiling and thanked the powers-that-be for sending her this one chance.
Oh wow. She'd done it with Sam Hennessy. It! The horizontal mambo! Wait till Cynthia Bolowski heard about this.
But the smile turned to a frown as a hollowness settled into her chest. She wouldn't be telling anyone. Probably not even Linda unless she blurted it out along with the tears she'd be shedding soon enough. This couldn't happen again. Tomorrow, once Pheramour had worn off completely, sanity would return and Sam wouldn't be interested in the nerd anymore.
A tight knot formed in her gut as her old life flashed before her eyes. A life without Sam. A boring, celibate life.
"Next time," he said in between nibbling her ear, "it’ll be better for you. I won’t let you distract me again."
Next time. If only.
Oh God. What would he do when he found out she'd tricked him into having sex with her?
CHAPTER 14
Sam loved Sunday afternoon sex. It was lazy, indulgent and kind of wicked. He always felt like he should go to church to confess afterwards.
But that wouldn't stop him from sinning again. From now on, he planned on having as much Sunday afternoon sex as Maddie wanted. And he was going to give her an orgasm. A mind shattering, body shuddering orgasm. It was about time Maddie Clarke lost some of that iron-willed self-control.
He rubbed his hand over her naked thigh and kissed her shoulder. She looked at him, her eyes heavy with emotion. He drew her closer, wanting to nestle into her softness. She smelled like soap and something sweeter. Flowers? Whatever it was, it smelled great because it was unique to her. He could be blindfolded in a room full of women and he’d be able to pick her out by her scent.