“And then when you lie to my face,” he said, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, which was still covered by denim, “it makes me hot.”

“Everything makes you hot.” She tugged at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping so she could wrap her hand around the steely length that throbbed and grew as she stroked him.

His head fell back in surrender that touched her heart. “Everything about you makes me hot,” he said through gritted teeth.

Sam dropped to her knees and had him in her mouth before he could gauge her intentions.

The groan that surged from deep inside him thrilled her as she sucked and stroked him to a fast, explosive finish.

“Christ have mercy,” he whispered when she licked him clean in the aftermath.

She looked up at him, filled with female satisfaction at having had her way with him and breaking his control in the process.

His fingers in her hair gave a gentle tug, urging her up. He backed her up to the bed and laid her out before him, his eyes hot and needy despite the recent satisfaction. When he looked at her in that particular way, he could have anything he wanted from her—anything at all. Hoping to incite him, she raised her knees, letting her feet cling to the very edge of the bed as she spread her legs in blatant invitation.

He took the bait, all but pouncing on her in his haste to get rid of her jeans and panties. His suit pants came whipping off next and when he flung them across the room, Sam’s sex clenched in anticipation. She loved him like this—wild, out of control and so hot for her he couldn’t be bothered with his usual need for order.

She held out her arms to him, welcoming him into her loving embrace.

He came down on her, molding himself to her as only he could do. His lips and hands were everywhere, triggering all her senses as she tried to keep up with his seemingly ravenous need. The tug of his lips on her nipple had her hips arching off the bed, trying to get closer to the erection that lay already hot and full again on her belly.

She worked a hand between them, clasping him in her tight grip and stroking him hard and fast, the way she knew he liked it.

His head dropped to her chest as he pumped into her hand. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me again,” he whispered roughly.

“What am I doing?”

“Don’t act all innocent with me, Samantha.” He pried her hand free, raised it up and over her head and then reached for her other arm, holding them together with one strong hand.

Captured by him, surrounded by him, overwhelmed by him, she waited breathlessly to see what he would do next.