His fingers continue to tease, and Sam was astounded to feel another climax building. Somehow she marshaled the energy to tear at his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. She ran her hand down his chest to his belly and below, dragging her finger over his steely length.

He inhaled sharply.

“Nick, please. I want you.”

“You have me, Samantha. I’m all yours. Forever and always.” He kissed her as if it was the first time all over again, exploring her mouth with deep, penetrating sweeps of his tongue.

When she couldn’t stand the burning need another minute, she worked her way off his lap, pulled him up and stripped him in record time. Dropping to her knees, she took him into her mouth.

“Sam…” He buried his fingers in her hair. “Babe, wait. This was about you. Come up here.”

“You said I’d get my turn,” she pouted, dragging her tongue over him as she looked up to find his eyes bearing down on her.

“And you will.” He helped her up, returned to the chair and brought her down to straddle him once again. “I love you.”

She tilted her hips and took him in. Leaning forward she touched her lips to his. “I love you, too.”

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing that.”

“I’m never going to get tired of saying it.”

“Promise?”

She nodded and rolled her hips to take him deeper.

Releasing a long deep breath, his eyes fluttered closed.

Sam kissed the bandage above his eye and rode him slowly, each movement taking them both closer…so close.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms tight around her, stood up and carried her to the sofa without losing their connection.

Hooking his arms under her knees he held her open for his fierce possession. Caught up in the thrill, Sam came with a sharp cry of release that dragged him right down with her.

“Damn,” he whispered a minute of heavy breathing later. “Just when I think it can’t get any more perfect…”

She brushed the damp hair off his forehead. “It does.”

“We’re going to kill ourselves if it gets any more perfect.”

Sam laughed. “Hell of a way to go.”

With his eyes fixed on hers, he kissed her softly.

“I have something I need to tell you,” she said, her stomach twisting as she said the words.

“Now?”

Filled with a kind of fear she hadn’t often experienced, she bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“So are you going to clue me in on what I’m doing here?” Elin Svendsen said as she paced the fancy hotel room.

“I told you,” Freddie said, keeping a tight rein on his libido as he watched her move back and forth. “It’s for your safety.”