“No, he isn’t. And PS, I came up here hot for you, but I’m cooling by the second.”

His hand landed on her thigh as he nuzzled her neck. “We can’t have that, now, can we?”

“I don’t know. You tell me. Are you going to keep pulling this alpha-dog crap every time he’s around? Because with his director bludgeoned to death, I’d venture to guess he’s going to be around.”

“You love when I’m your alpha dog.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do.” As if to prove his point, he anchored her arms above her head with one of his hands around her wrists and settled between her legs, the hot press of his cock against her sex leaving no doubt in her mind what he wanted. “You love it when I do this, for example.”

She turned her face away from his kiss even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. “No, I don’t.”

“I’m feeling the evidence to the contrary.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to say that Hill’s attention had made her hot, but she knew better than to make that particular joke.

His lips made a path from her throat to her jaw, further reducing her to putty in his hands. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Sam was powerless to resist him, and he knew it. “Let go of my hands.”

“In a minute.”

Sighing, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, jolting when his teeth closed around her nipple as he slid a finger into her. Sam’s mind cleared of anything that didn’t involve the intense sensations spiraling through her body.

He kissed his way down her center, releasing her hands as he went lower, his hands skimming over her belly.

“Nick.”

“What, baby?”

“I want you.”

“You’ll have me. In a minute. Or two.”

She groaned as he raised her legs to his shoulders, making his intentions clear.

“Relax,” he said, the whisper of his breath making her shiver in anticipation. “Open for me.”

He made her feel madly vulnerable when he touched her this way. Their physical connection, always incendiary, was more so tonight after the scare he’d given her yesterday. “Yes, like that,” he said. “Mmm, so wet and so hot.” He sank two fingers into her and gave her his tongue in teasing strokes that had her immediately on the verge of release. “Not yet,” he said, retreating as she groaned.

He kept that up until she was about to lose her mind or beg for relief or both.

“Nick, come on!”

“Is this what you want?” he asked. Then he sucked on her clit and made her explode.

She might’ve even screamed, which she tried not to do these days with a house full of Secret Service agents.