Sam is sitting in a chair facing the door with his gun pointed straight at me.

Shit!

This was a scenario that I never imagined in a million years. Instinct and training kick in. I turn and make a run for the bedroom where I keep a pistol in the bedside stand.

Sam lunges after me and body slams me into the wall. Grabbing my arms, he pins them high above my head.

“Don’t even think about going for your gun,” he says. “I’ve already found it.”

His body squeezes me tightly against the wall. I can’t move an inch or see where he put his gun.

“Sam,” I whisper. “Listen to me. You don’t have to do this.”

“What is it you think I’m going to do?” he asks, his breath fanning my ear. “This?”

He wraps his left hand around both of my wrists and slides his right hand up my stomach, stopping right below my breasts.

“I can feel your heartbeat racing underneath my hand,” he whispers, sending chills through my body.

I’m trying to catch my breath from my run and I gasp when his warm hand slips under my sports bra and tugs at my nipple.

“Lila,” he murmurs slowly into my neck, breathing my name like a caress. “Why did you leave me?”

I close my eyes and lean back against him. How can I ever explain in a way that he’ll understand? What can I possibly say at this point?

“I’ve been going crazy trying to find you,” he says while kissing the side of my neck and nuzzling my ear. “I haven’t slept. I can’t eat. All I could think about was finding you. And now that I’ve found you, I can’t think straight. My brain is fried. I know who you are, Delilah.”

No.

My heart sinks.

He slides his hand down my stomach and underneath the waistband of my running shorts. I let out a moan as he moves lower between my legs and cups my mound.

“God help me, no matter how hard I try, I can’t resist you,” he says. “Even now, after everything you’ve done to me. I want you as much as ever.”

He rubs my clit in a circular motion and then sliding his hand further down, slowly pushes a single long finger inside my pussy. All the way up to his knuckle. I cry out and clench tightly around his finger.

“Fuck!” he mutters into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “You are so wet and tight. Even now, you’re melting for me. Just like all the other times.”

He’s right.

One touch from him and I’m a quivering mess.

Every single time.

No one has ever made me feel the way he can. To say I want him is a massive understatement. I hunger for him with everything that I am.