They’d had a glass of wine, but that was not what was driving their desire. It was passion of the deepest kind, a need to know each other this way, to finally push aside the mistrust and anger. It was time for both of them to realize there was a reason for this bond between them. They could continue to fight it, deny it and not claim it. But the truth of the matter was this was meant to be.
He looked down into her face and felt something he’d never felt before, saw something in her eyes he’d never seen, and he knew this time their union would be complete. There would be no interruptions.
He spread her legs farther apart as he felt his shaft go deeper and deeper inside of her, almost to the hilt. He hadn’t put on a condom, so they were skin to skin, flesh to flesh, and just the thought of it almost made him come.
He kept going, spreading her legs even farther, and then he—
“Wake up, Blade.”
He drew in a sharp breath and felt his body being shaken. He tried to hold on to the dream but felt it drifting away, out of his reach and out of his touch. He moaned in despair, not wanting to believe that once again he had not finished the task he’d set out to do. Refusing to accept that someone had the damn nerve to interrupt his dream, he opened his eyes wide. And there she was, the object of his obsession, the cause of his current state of frustration, looking down at him with a smile curving her lips from corner to corner.
“You were dreaming,” she said, as if that explained everything.
With a deep, guttural groan to mask his curse, he turned his head away from her for a second, trying to get his bearings, to hide his disappointment, and wondering just how much of his dream she’d heard. Slade swore that he talked in his sleep, telling things better left unknown.
Blade sighed as he turned his head and looked back up at her, and then moving carefully, he pulled himself up in a sitting position as he rubbed his hands across his face. He then looked up at her again and flinched when he saw that damn smile was still on her face.
“How long have I been sleeping?” he asked, working the kinks from his neck.
“I have no idea, since I wasn’t aware you’d gone to sleep until I came downstairs to check on things. I thought you had left.”
“Started to,” he replied. “But couldn’t make it to the front door. I collapsed on your sofa. Sorry about that.”
“No problem.”
He tried to move his legs, which felt as if they were still asleep. “Did you finish reading that file?” he asked.
“Not all of it. There’s only so much legal stuff I can take in one sitting.”
“Oh.” He wished she wouldn’t stand there like that, so close to him. She still had on those cutoffs and a tank top. She looked fresh and smelled good. And just to think that in his dream he had come close to getting what she had refused him in reality. Close but not close enough, deep but not deep enough.
He pulled in a deep breath and figured he’d better get out of there before doing something real stupid. Like reaching out and grabbing her thighs, unzipping her shorts and tasting her all over.
“I guess I better go now,” he said, getting up from the sofa, causing her to take a step back.
“Call me if you need to go somewhere. Give me a ring even if you decide on takeout for lunch. I want to be here if anybody shows up,” he added, throwing the sentences over his shoulder as he headed for the door.
“I don’t like being bossed around, Blade.”
He turned before reaching for the doorknob. If she was trying to pick a fight with him, now was not the time to do it. Twice he had left her house in a sexually deprived state. The last thing she would want today was to deliberately provoke him.
“Let it go, Sam. I’m not in a good mood. Just do what I ask.”
“No, I won’t do what you ask. My father’s name is Antonio DeAngelo Di Meglio and not Blade Madaris.”
Blade glanced down at the floor and counted to ten. He even muttered a few choice words. When he felt enough time had elapsed, he glanced back over at her. He studied her and saw the stubbornness etched in her face, and he saw something else, too—deep sexual frustration.
His heart began beating deeply within his chest. He knew the signs and should have picked up on them sooner. Their predicament was basically the same. They needed to get laid, but not with just anybody, only with each other.
Always with just each other.
He sucked in a deep breath, thinking how possessive that sounded. How final and absolute. He’d never thought about final and absolute with a woman in his entire life. All of a sudden a realization struck and it hit hard. If his feet hadn’t been planted firmly on the floor he probably would have been knocked over. He was feeling strong emotions toward a woman.
But this wasn’t just any woman. This was a woman who had proved she was different—difficult and different. Evidently that’s what he needed. And that’s what he’d been waiting for without knowing it.
He could vividly remember the night they’d met and all the times they’d seen each other since then. He had tried his luck with her, but instead of giving up, he had become almost obsessed with having her. He had convinced himself she was just another notch to add to his bedpost, and that his attraction to her was only sexual.
Now, ten months later, he hadn’t added her to his bedpost yet, mainly because she could never be just another notch. She was the one he had singled out without realizing he was doing so. The one woman he hadn’t gotten out of his mind since first seeing her. She was the woman who constantly invaded his dreams. The one who’d triggered an urgency within him that no other woman could match.
Over the years, he had been told, preached and even lectured to about what to expect when a Madaris man knew he had found the woman for him. The one he was meant to share his life with, his soul mate. And the one thing he’d always been told was that she would be different.
The one standing across the room glaring at him was different, all right. As fiery as they came and with an attitude that he would have to work on. And then there was that temper of hers from her Italian side of the family. He would let her keep it, just encourage her to tone it down some.
At that precise moment it was crystal clear why he’d been chasing her from the start, even after she’d dissed him a few times. Why he had looked for any excuse to come back to Oklahoma City to see her. Why he was living next door to her now. Why he had become her watchdog, determined to keep her safe. Why he had asked Alex to find out who was trying to hurt her. And why he had given up three hours of sleep this morning.
The reasons were as clear as the nose on his face. She was meant to be his. She was his. And he loved her with all the heated passion that was flowing through his body, all the torrid sensations that he felt—both sexual and nonsexual.
She would never believe the emotions he was feeling. Very few people who knew him would. He would have to show her rather than tell her, and eventually she would understand. He would make damn sure of it. But he definitely wouldn’t share his feelings with her yet. If he gave her an inkling of how he felt she would refuse to believe it, and would think it was his way of getting revenge. There was no doubt in his mind that she would put up a wall between them so high it might take him years to climb over it.
“Do you have a problem?”
Her words pulled him out of his daze. “A problem?” he asked.
“Yes, you’re just standing there staring at me like you have a problem.”
If she only knew. He leaned back against the door. “My only problem is that you have too much of a smart mouth.”
She narrowed her eyes, stiffened her spine and placed her hands on her hips. “You want to try and change it?”
He could tell she was poised, ready for a fight. She had no idea the type of battle they were about to wage. It was probably a good thing she didn’t know, he thought. “Yes, I want to try and change it. I would love teaching that mouth of yours about respect.”
He saw the fiery blaze deepen i
n her eyes and his lips couldn’t help but twitch in response. The heat was certainly on now.
She laughed. “Do you honestly think you can take me on?”
A sensuous smile touched both corners of his lips when he said, “I’m going to damn well try.”
He began walking toward her and he had to admire her for standing her ground, not moving an inch, keeping her hands on her hips and tilting her chin up, which was fine with him. It gave him a better angle for his mouth to connect to hers.
When he got close she said, “Enough of this, Blade. I want you to leave.”
He kept smiling. “No you don’t. If I left that would be like you admitting defeat, and I don’t think you want to do that.”
She lifted her chin an inch higher. “I’ll never admit defeat.”
“I didn’t think you would.”
And then before she could blink, he reached out and gently grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face closer and slanted his mouth across hers. He was doing something about her smart mouth, just as he’d warned her he would. He was teaching her about respect in the most sensuous way.
Sam knew the best way to get out of his grasp was to use her knee to kick Blade in the groin. She hadn’t taken all those self-defense classes growing up for nothing. But at that moment when Blade slid his tongue inside her mouth, any thought of doing physical harm to him flew out the window.
Instead she grabbed hold of his shoulders and pushed her mouth even closer. His taste was invading her senses as it did each and every time their mouths locked. She enjoyed kissing him. She enjoyed him kissing her. And the touch of his tongue on all parts of her mouth was causing her to groan back in her throat. It enticed her to participate in this sensual mouth play any way she could.
So she did.
Her tongue became embroiled in a heated duel, tangling with his, swirling from one side of his mouth to the other. It was as if they couldn’t taste enough, touch enough or get close enough. Her body was humming in pleasure, telling her this was what it needed, but it was only the tip of the iceberg. It didn’t come close. Deeper intimacy was what her body craved and what she longed for. And to prove the point—as if her body had a mind of its own—her middle pressed against his aroused member and her erect nipples poked hard into his chest. Her body prodded him to press his tongue even deeper inside her mouth, move it around in a frantic pace and lick and suck everything it touched.
He suddenly pulled his mouth from hers and stared down at her face as he drew in a much needed breath and gave her the chance to do the same. “Do you understand about respect now?” he asked in a thick, raspy voice.
She held his gaze. “No. You’re going to have to do a lot better than that,” she challenged.
A growl emanated from deep in his throat and the expression on his face became one of intense determination. The look in his eyes—hot, hungry and devouring—sent shudders through her body and had her shivering. “Then I guess I’ll need to take things to another level,” he said in a voice raw with sexual need.
He didn’t wait for a comment. Instead, he simply reached out and ripped the tank top off her body, tossing it somewhere behind him. A furious look crossed her face. “Damn it, Blade. That’s going to cost you.”
He gave her a haughty smile. “Send me the bill.”
His gaze then went from her face to her chest to see what his handiwork had unveiled. Beautiful and plump breasts with the most gorgeous dark tips he’d ever witnessed. He’d thought that before when he’d seen them and thought the same thing now. He’d been around enough to know that no two women had the same breasts. Shapes, sizes, textures and tastes varied. But he could stand there and say that hers were in a class by themselves. They were made for his hands and mouth alone.
“Give me my top back.”
Her request pulled his gaze back up to her face. “I don’t know why you’d want your top when you’re about to lose your bottoms. But I think I want to hear you beg me to take them off of you.”
Sam glared at him. “Don’t hold your breath because I don’t beg.”
Blade shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything.”
And before she could open her mouth to give him a scathing retort, he tumbled her back onto the sofa.
Chapter 19
Blade’s game plan was to seduce her body and then conquer her heart. And ignoring Sam’s shrieks of rage, he captured her mouth the moment her back touched the sofa cushions.
First she had been the object of his seduction, then the object of his obsession. Later, the object of his protection, and now she was the cause of his frustration.
But he was about to remedy that.
Nothing was going to stop him, not even the angry look that was flashing in her eyes when he lifted his mouth. She was a hellion. There was no other way to describe her, and he loved every inch of her. He smiled at the thought that he could confess to such a thing and feel like smiling.
“I’m going to count to ten, Blade, and you better be off me before I get to the last number,” she said through gritted teeth.
He wouldn’t tell her not to waste her breath. He had her pinned down on the sofa with her breasts bare. That wasn’t good enough for him, especially when he remembered how she’d looked on the floor Monday night, totally naked as he’d been.
He could vividly recall her curvy body and sliding between those long, gorgeous legs.
“One.”
And how good it felt to be pressed between such a luscious pair of thighs.
“Two.”
And then he glanced down at her chest.
“Three.”
Those were the sexy twin mounds that he had enjoyed tasting.
“Four.”
He recalled almost making her come just from having his mouth on them, sucking them like crazy and licking them all over.
“Five.”
Blade dipped his head and captured a torrid nipple in his mouth, sucked it in like a whirlwind and then began licking it with his tongue like candy.
“Six.”
He smiled, thinking that the sound of the number six hadn’t been as blistering as the others. He noticed her breathing had changed. It was now faster and she had begun wriggling under his body. He began sucking on her nipple a little harder, as if he was trying to draw something out of it. He heard her moans turn into cries, not of pain but of pleasure. He knew that was the case when she captured his head in her hands to hold him to her breasts.
His mouth switched to the other nipple, and he didn’t waste time before giving it the same attention and torment—the same pleasure. She had stopped counting. Instead what he heard pouring from her mouth were moans of the most sensuous kind. And now she was writhing beneath him. His ears perked up when she said his name.
“Blade.”
He smiled. That was a start. She was coming around nicely and he intended to keep her coming—literally.
Keeping his mouth glued to her breasts, he slowly inched his hand downward and smoothly began easing her zipper open. Her body tensed for only a second and then she began writhing again.
And then she said, “Blade! Please!”
His fingers made their way inside the opening, moved past the silken material of her panties and slid to the crotch that shielded her womanly charms. The moment his fingers touched her, soaked in her wetness, he began stroking her.
Her feminine scent filled the air and her moans became groans as he continued to work his fingers while still not letting up on her breasts. And then she cried out his name again, bucked against him, tightened her thighs to capture his hand, and thrust out her chest so her nipple wedged deeper into his mouth.
He felt her muscles clench his fingers, and wished it was his erection that was being taken. He lifted his mouth from her breasts to stare into her face. Her orgasm was so intense and the look on her face was totally beautiful. Her eyes were tightly shut and her lips slightly parted, and she was breathing through her mouth in short gasps.
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sp; One day she would learn to keep her mouth closed, he thought, inching his lips toward hers and sliding his tongue inside the opening. She latched onto it, tangled with it, mated with it. And while his fingers continued to work her, she exploded into yet another orgasm.
He pulled his mouth away to let her scream. He wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it. And at that moment, hearing the sound sent desire racing through him in a way it had never done before. Mainly because that scream had come from the woman he loved—the only woman that mattered, the woman who had captured his heart.
His woman.
With her eyes tightly shut, Sam felt drained, totally spent and shocked. Two orgasms back to back! She would not have believed such a thing was possible—maybe for some women but not her. She had been happy with her last encounters—as infrequent as they were—but to get not just one real good one but two? Wow!
No, actually, Blade had given her four. She couldn’t forget the night in the parked car and Monday night here on this same floor. A total of four orgasms and he hadn’t fully penetrated her yet.
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. He was looming over her and still had her pinned to the sofa. It was evident he wasn’t planning on letting her go anywhere. He was probably thinking that she’d had four orgasms to his one and that he was due a few more. She hated to disappoint him, and she wouldn’t. She was tired of fighting with him, tired of denying herself the very thing she wanted.
She had tried teaching him a lesson, humiliating him in a way most men would not have put up with. But he was still here. The man had staying power if nothing else. Did he want her as a notch on his bedpost that bad? Evidently. But still, she wouldn’t be easy. Di Meglios never were.
“Well?”
She glanced up at him, ran her fingers through her hair and said, “Well, what?”
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