"Sam … " She lifted her hips into his touch, seeking more, needing more.
He leaned on one elbow, looking down at her, watching her eyes as she twisted and writhed beneath his touch. She read a desperate craving in his eyes and that only served to inflame her own desires.
He dipped one finger into her warmth and she groaned, lifting into his touch. Her hands moved up and down his arms, nails scraping along his skin. His thumb caressed that one small nub of sensation until Anna felt as though she were about to splinter into a million jagged pieces.
Her breath was strangled as she fought to reach the pinnacle that was waiting for her. She needed it. Needed him. "Sam, please. Now. Inside me."
He dipped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking and nibbling, before suckling at her until she felt the draw of his mouth all the way to her toes. She grabbed at his shoulders, then stabbed her fingers through his thick, dark hair. Holding his head, she drew his gaze to hers and whispered, "I need you, Sam."
"I've got to have you, Anna. All of you." He shifted then, moving over to kneel between her parted thighs. Scooping his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her off the mattress and as she fumbled for something to hold on to, he covered her aching heat with his mouth.
Anna hissed in a breath and closed her eyes only to open them again an instant later. She wanted to watch him. Wanted to see as well as feel what he was doing to her. His lips and tongue moved over her flesh with a deliberation that pushed her higher and higher. He tasted her, licked her and took her to the very peak of that release she knew was waiting for her.
Then he pulled back and left her dangling over the precipice.
"Sam!" She called his name in a broken voice and heard the desperate need in her tone. "Don't you dare stop now," she warned.
That smile of his curved his mouth as he shook his head. "Not stopping, Anna, just shifting gears."
He laid her down on the mattress, caught her gaze with his and entered her body in one long, smooth stroke. She gasped, arching into him. He filled her completely and as her body stretched to accommodate him, she lifted her hips into him to take him deeper.
"Easy … " He whispered it, the word almost strangled. "You start moving and this is going to be over way too fast."
She smiled up at him, and pulled his face to hers for a kiss. "I'll take my chances."
"My kind of woman." He kissed her back as his body moved into hers, setting a fast rhythm that she eagerly matched.
He pushed her higher and higher and Anna felt herself spinning completely out of control. She'd never known anything like this. This was so much more than she'd expected. So much more than anything she'd ever experienced.
It was magic, she thought wildly. The very magic she'd dreamed of finding one day. And it was more than the incredible chemistry they shared, Anna thought with a start. She was falling for Sam Hale-and there was no way that this would end in anything but misery.
Sam had already told his brother that she wasn't, in effect, "good enough" for him. So why would she be good enough for Sam himself?
Heart suddenly aching, she looked up into his eyes and was held, spellbound as she shattered. Her body clenched around his and she held him tightly to her as he followed her into the sensation-filled abyss.
Seven
"You slept with him."
Anna hadn't expected the truth to be quite so obvious, but she shouldn't have been surprised. Tula had gotten home from visiting her cousin and had come straight over to talk, bringing a bottle of wine with her. Now that they had the wine poured and were settling in for a good talk, Tula had taken about five seconds to blurt out her suspicions.
Anna blinked at her friend but didn't bother to deny the obvious. "How could you tell?"
"You're practically radioactive you're glowing so brightly," Tula said as she plopped down on Anna's living room couch. "Man, go away for a few days and the whole world tips on its axis. I thought you hated Sam."
"I thought so, too," Anna muttered and dropped onto the other end of the sofa. Shoving both hands through her hair, she shook her head. "Honestly, I don't know how this happened. He made me so mad at first and then, we started talking and he's really funny and nicer than I thought and he kisses so well and before you know it, we were on his motorcycle looking at Christmas lights and then we were at his house and in his bed and boom."
Tula stared at her for a long moment before whispering, "Wow."
"Yeah, wow." Anna shifted her gaze to the Christmas tree, where a few packages lay in a bright carpet of color. Shaking her head, she idly said, "I don't know what I'm going to do."
"You're in love with him, aren't you?"
"I don't know-" She said it automatically, then stopped herself. "That's a lie. Yeah, I am. For all the good it'll do me."
"Oh, Anna, it could work out."
She smiled, in spite of the growing sense of dread inside. "I don't think so. He didn't think I was good enough for his brother, remember?"
Tula waved that off with a sniff. "Please, you were way too good for Garret."
Anna laughed. She'd always been able to count on her best friend. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling she'd had since leaving Sam's bed the night before. That she was on borrowed time and that she was feeling a lot more for him than he was for her. There was simply no way this was going to end well.
"Thanks for that," she said, reaching out to squeeze Tula's hand. "But I'm tired of thinking about me. Tell me why your cousin Sherry wanted to see you so badly."
Tula sighed and reached to the coffee table for her glass of white wine. "You're not going to believe this, but Sherry's pregnant."
"Really? Who's the father?"
"I don't know," Tula said and took a sip of her wine. "She refused to tell me. But what's worse, she hasn't even told the guy he's going to be a father."
Anna couldn't imagine keeping something like that to herself. "Why would she do that?"
"I don't know." Tula frowned. "I told her that if the guy was worth sleeping with, he's worth telling him the truth, but she wouldn't listen."
"So why'd she want to see you?"
Tula leaned back into the couch. "She wanted to name me the legal guardian of the baby just in case something happens to her."
"But she hasn't even had it yet."
"You know Sherry. Afraid of everything. Although," Tula said, "she's not scared of raising a baby alone, which would absolutely terrify me."
"Did you agree to be the baby's guardian?"
"Sure I did," she said. "We're family."
"So," Anna told her, picking up her own wine, "we've each had a busy few days, huh?"
"Guess so," Tula agreed. "Though yours, I'm thinking, was way more fun."
The next few days were a blur of stolen moments and passion hot enough to burn a man to a cinder. Sam dreamed of Anna at night and thought of nothing but her during the day. Every time he was with her, he wanted her more.
Scrubbing one hand across the back of his neck, he kicked the wall behind his desk and hardly felt the pain. He'd come into the office to avoid Anna at home. He couldn't see her without wanting his hands on her and he couldn't think when he was touching her.
How the hell could Sam lay claim to Anna when he had practically forced his brother to walk away from her? Would his brother ever forgive him? Could he risk losing his only family on the chance that what he and Anna had was lasting? "Mr. Hale?"
He looked up as his assistant opened the door. "What is it, Kathy?"
"A Mr. Cameron here to see you."
Shock had him speechless for a second or two, but he recovered quickly. "Send him in."
Sam stood up to greet Anna's father and the older man shook his hand with a wary look. Suddenly, Sam felt a little uneasy. After all, he was sleeping with the man's daughter. "Good to see you, Dave."
"Sam." The man glanced around the spacious office before settling his gaze on Sam's again. "I won't take up much of your time. Just thought we should have a little talk."
"About what?" Oh, he knew what.
"Anna."
"Ah."
"Crystal Bay's a small town," Dave was saying. "Secrets are impossible to keep. So I figure we both know what's going on."
"Meaning?" Sam asked, unwilling to give any information on the off chance that Dave was still in the dark.