“Then I’d better make it count.” She straddled him and teased him by sliding her wet heat over his hard length, her nails lightly scoring his chest.

He arched his back, seeking her.

“Maybe you’re right,” she said, stopping. “We should get some sleep.”

Growling, he surged up and entered her with a hard thrust that took her breath away.

“Mmm,” she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back in bliss. “All right, if you insist.”

“I insist. Sleep is highly overrated.” He brought her down to him and fused his lips to hers, his tongue flirting and enticing.

When she needed to breathe, Sam broke the kiss and moved with painstaking slowness, rising up until they were barely connected, and then taking him deep again. If his sharp intake of air was any indication, he liked it. A lot. So she stopped. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Yes.” With his hands on her hips, he tried to control the pace, but she wouldn’t be controlled. “Sam…” He moaned, his eyes closed, his jaw tight with tension. “Babe…” Overpowering her, he held her in place and pumped into her. “Come for me. Now.”

She rolled her hips, but the orgasm hovered just out of reach. “I can’t,” she whimpered.

Without losing their connection, he turned them over and gave it to her hard and fast, the way she’d told him she liked it, as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth.

She cried out when she reached the climax that had eluded her.

Calling out her name, he went with her.

Her fingers danced through the dampness on his back. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He raised his head and found her eyes in the milky darkness. “Do what?”

“Wait for me.” Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she was grateful for the dark.

He kissed her. “I’ll always wait for you.”

“It doesn’t always happen.”

“It has with me unless you’ve been faking.”

She smacked his shoulder. “I haven’t!”

“I know,” he said, laughing as he rolled to his side and brought her with him.

“It’s been an issue…in the past.”

“It’s not an issue now.”

Reaching up to caress his face, she pressed her lips to his neck and breathed in the warm spicy scent she was quickly coming to crave. “I guess the right partner makes all the difference, even when he’s mad with you.”

“Especially then.” His fingers danced over her hip, sending a new shiver of desire racing through her. “Want to try for a two-fer?”

“That never happens.”

He eased her onto her back and kissed his way down the front of her. “Baby, I love a challenge.”