Lush Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 8)

by Marysol James

  "Hmmm. I think that's a great idea, honey."

  "Me too."

  He unwrapped the sheet from around her, and she raised her hands above her head to help him. When she was naked and warm and lovely, he slid his hand between her thighs, found her a sweet and sodden already.

  "Oh, Annie..." He groaned the words. "You're a mess again."

  “Just for you, Sam. Do you like it?”

  “You know I do.” His fingers were coated in her honey. “And I can feel that you do, too.”

  He kissed her now, his tongue plunging in time to his fingers. He shoved her against the bedroom wall and she shuddered at his size and strength. His body trapped her in place and her hips moved back and forth on his hand, riding his fingers as he thrust deeper. He turned his hand palm-up and started making ‘come here’ motions inside of her. He was literally stroking her sweet spot and she sobbed.

  “Sam… Sam, oh, God.”

  With his other hand he lifted her leg and wrapped it around him. She clutched his shoulders and threw her head back, starting to lose control. The flickering started deep inside her, where his fingers were pressing and teasing, and she shook wildly as her whole body tensed for release. Then it started, the wave rolled over and over, and she gave a cry, amazed that it was happening so quickly, so easily, but loving every second of it.

  He watched her face as her climax started to break over her. Seeing Annie come was better than coming himself, in some ways. Just knowing that he was doing this to her, that she was letting herself go with him, was touching and hot and beautiful.

  Annie opened her eyes and saw him looking at her, his gaze full of heat and emotion.

  He smiled at her. “You are so gorgeous… and you’re all mine.”

  “I am,” she said, the words coming out on a gasp.

  “I want you to come for me again, princess. Now.”

  She gasped as her pussy did exactly what he told it to do: it clutched and tightened on his fingers, the sensations getting stronger and keener. She gave a strangled scream as her orgasm was ripped out of her and her whole body went limp; if he hadn’t put her leg around his hips, she’d have slid down the wall on to the floor.

  They rested there for a minute, entwined together, and Sam started to gently move her back to the bed. But Annie surprised him: she raised her head, her amazing eyes searing him like blue flame, and she kissed him, wildly, deeply. He responded, fiercely, immediately, pushing her up against the wall again, grinding his erection against the curve of her thighs.

  She ripped her mouth away from his. “Again… Sam, please. Take me again, right here.”

  “You sure?” he rasped, already fumbling with the condom wrapper. “Totally sure?”

  “Yes,” she panted, her own fingers busy stroking his cock. “I've never done it against the wall before. Please.”

  Without another word, Sam lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders. Using his entire body and with his one hand braced on the door next to her, he leaned against this amazing, gorgeous creature, holding her securely in place. With his other hand, he rubbed his hardness against her softness. Annie moaned, arched, her fingers digging into his broad upper back.

  “Sam…”

  He didn’t respond with words: he responded with his body. Drawing back slightly, he lined up the head of his cock and gave a small, careful thrust. She stiffened and he paused.

  “Honey?” He moved his hand under her curvy ass, supporting her. “You OK?”

  She nodded, already breathless. “You feel so damn good.”

  “Oh, Jesus Christ,” he groaned as she rotated her hips, taking him deeper. “You too, princess. You're perfect.”

  That was the end of coherent conversation between them.

  Sam drove himself inside her trembling, shaking body as deep as he could, and she clung to him, loving being trapped between his body and the wall, loving being so completely taken. She already knew that this man would always just take her, no apologies and no hesitation; and as she felt him pounding into her, moving faster and harder, claiming her with every inch of his muscular body, she knew that she never would.

  Sam planted his hand more firmly on the wall, dug his fingers into soft curve of her hip. He was determined to not come until she was there again, so he did everything he already knew that she liked to make it happen for her.

  As her body began to shake and his name fell from her lips, he knew he’d succeeded.

  He lowered his lips to her ear. “So close, Annie… so fucking close.”

  In response, she whimpered, grinding herself against him with sheer desperation. He changed his angle, just a bit, and he knew that he’d found that sweet spot when she clenched on him, released, clenched again.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby.” He moved faster now, his own climax rushing up to meet him. “You need to come, Annie. You need to come for me.”

  A strangled cry escaped her and Sam grinned, even as he thrust harder and faster.

  “Oh, honey. You’re gonna scream, aren’t you? I can tell.” He gave a deep thrust, held it, then moved deeper. “I can already tell you love to scream.”

  “Sam!” Her head went back to rest against the wall, her eyes shut, her mouth opened. “Oh, damn…”

  Right away, he moved the hand on the wall to the back of her neck. Tender-rough, he forced her face down again.

  “Eyes open,” he growled. “You look at me the first time you come while being fucked up against a wall. Here, princess… fucking right here.”

  She did as he ordered, knowing that she had no choice in the matter. Her blue eyes held his brown ones, and the intensity that she saw in those depths jolted her, pushed her closer to the edge.

  Then it was on her, washing over her, washing her away, and Sam dragged her lips up to his. He swallowed her screams of release, took them in to his mouth, and then his grunts and groans sounded back into hers.

  It was over now, and they were a shuddering, heaving messy mass against the wall. They shared open-mouthed kisses, sweet murmurs, panting breaths, while all wrapped around each other, while still joined together.

  Annie sobbed and gasped, desperately trying to catch her breath. Never in her life had she known that sex could be like that, and she found it both overwhelming and instantly addictive. She gave a low moan when Sam gently eased out of her shaking body and wrapped her other leg around him. As if she weighed nothing at all, he carried her to the bed, then he sat with Annie in his lap, her legs around him, her face buried in his shoulder. They stayed like that until she was almost asleep, then Sam carefully lay her down. She curled up against his solid, strong body, took a single deep breath – and drifted away into a blissful, dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Annie turned over, wondering if her cheap, crappy bed had sprouted an extra few layers of mattresses and blankets overnight; she felt like she was enveloped in a warm, perfect cocoon. And when had her pillow ever been this deep and soft?

  She stretched, noticed that her back didn’t do its usual ‘pull and ache’ thing, all because of her sagging mattress, and finally pried her eyes open. She stared around the large, pristine, tasteful bedroom. That was when the penny finally dropped.

  “Oh, dear Lord.” She flew to a sitting position, already flushed with awkward desire and memory. “Oh, my God.”

  “Yeah, you said that a lot last night, honey, and I loved hearing it every single time. Especially when you moaned it in my ear.” Sam was standing there holding a loaded breakfast tray and contemplating her naked breasts. She flushed deeper, snatched the sheet up to cover herself. “Actually… no. I take that back. My favorite was when you screamed it. You’ve got quite the set of lungs, baby.”

  “Oh, my God,” she repeated, sure that she was now purple. “Do you think your neighbors heard me?”

  Sam approached the bed, deposited the tray on the side table, shrugged. “First of all, who the hell cares? Second, I doubt it. This house
has pretty thick outer walls, so you just express yourself however and whenever you see fit.” His eyes gleamed and he ran a large hand under the bedclothes, found her smooth leg. “The louder and more often, the better.”

  “Sam…” She squirmed as his hand inched up her calf, past her knee, across her thigh. “Sam…”

  “What, honey?”

  But his hand was between her legs now, stroking her aching heat, her soaked petals, and she suddenly lost the power of speech. God, those fingers… maybe it was all those years wielding a scalpel in the operating room, maybe it was the thousands of hours spent gently examining seriously-injured people, maybe it was just because his touch had to be both delicate and confident to do his job – whatever it was, though, it turned Annie to a quivering, mindless pool of pure want and need.

  She was a begging, shaking, incoherent puddle of lust for a few hours that morning, and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, Annie held on to Sam as tightly as she could, begging incoherently, over and over, as he thrust into her slowly, then faster, then so shallow that he barely had the tip of his cock inside her, then so deep that she gasped in an intoxicating combination of pleasure-pain.

  And when he plunged deeper and harder than any man ever had, Annie truly, honestly, lost her breath. She went dizzy and the room went black, and all she could do was hang on to Sam, trusting that he’d be solid and strong enough to pull her through the riotous storm of emotions and sensations – because she was drowning and couldn’t even begin to save herself.

  He did, of course. He held her as she came hard and long, her curvy inner thighs twitching and shaking with the intensity of her orgasm, watching her beautiful face as she chased and then claimed her pleasure, the pleasure that he so freely, happily, gave her. Then, when she’d calmed and quieted, when he’d kissed her over and over, bringing back her breath and her ability to think, that was when he flipped her over, covered her body with his own, wrapped his strong arm around her neck, and savagely took his own pleasure.

  **

  They were finally getting to breakfast – Sam had to go make a fresh pot of coffee and warm the bacon and omelettes in the pan, but the fruit and yogurt were fine, of course. They’d certainly worked up an appetite; Annie had barely survived the third round before begging off, claiming an intense need for nourishment.

  “Wow,” she said in utter admiration. “I can’t get over what a good cook you are.”

  “Aw, thanks, honey,” Sam said. “It was either learn when I was growing up, or Vic and I would have lived off Kraft Dinner and frozen pizza. The dangers of two young guys living alone, I suppose.”

  “Did you ever…” She paused. “Actually… that’s none of my business. Sorry.”

  “Ask.”

  “No… it’s personal.”

  Sam paused with a loaded fork halfway to his mouth and stared at her. “You do know that I just had my tongue deep inside your body as you came on my mouth, right? That I just made love to you in seven different positions, two of which I think we invented this morning? You think anything is too personal to ask me? Really?”

  She laughed and blushed wildly at the same time. “OK, yeah. Point taken.”

  “Good.” He drank some coffee. “Ask, princess.”

  “Well… did you ever think about getting married? Maybe having kids?”

  “Nope.”

  “What, really? Never?”

  “No, never.”

  “Can I ask why?”

  “Sure you can.” He crunched some bacon. “Go ahead.”

  “OK.” She laughed again. “Why?”

  “Mostly because I never met a woman that I wanted to marry, I guess. There was one, I’d say, but she desperately wanted kids, and I don’t. She left me over it.”

  “You – you don’t want kids?”

  “No.”

  “Can I ask why?”

  “Yes.” He grinned. “You can.”

  “Why?”

  “Well… lots of reasons, honey. I mean, the biggest thing is that I don’t think that being a Dad works with my professional life, even though lots of doctors have kids, of course. But something about me, something about the fact that I focus so totally on trauma… the thought of having to come home and set all that aside somehow, to protect a small human from all that ugliness and pain? I don’t think I could, not to the extent that a child needs.”

  “You can’t switch off?”

  “I’m better at it now, but I still have my bad days.”

  “It’s not too late, you know. You’re only thirty-four. You can still meet someone and have kids.”

  He stared at her. “I have met someone, Annie. She’s here, and she’s all that I want.”

  “But – I can’t give you kids. That’s all over for me.”

  “Listen, honey.” Sam’s face and voice were very serious. “I don’t want children, alright? I promise you, I made this decision a long time ago, and I’ve never regretted it. I see kids in the E.R. almost every day, and I take care of them like they’re my own, and then I let them go. I swear, that’s enough for me – more than enough.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. I’m not sorry and I don’t feel like I missed anything by not being a Dad.” He stopped. “Though, I have to admit, I am open to marriage, so long as it was a marriage without kids.”

  “You are?”

  “I am.” He held her hand, his thumb tracing the length of her ring finger over and over. “I’d love to marry someone, have years and years of wild nights in bed, and then lazy mornings in bed. Have what we have, actually.”

  “Oh.” She pulled her hand away. “Sam… I…”

  “I know, princess,” he said gently. “I know it’s too soon to talk about anything like that.”

  “Well, yes, but also – you know I’m still married.”

  “Sure.”

  “And… I don’t know how to not be married.”

  “Ummm. Don’t you just divorce him?”

  “How? I have no idea where he is. If I did, I’d have tracked him down years ago, gone after him for some kind of help with Noah’s treatment costs.”

  “Honey, you can divorce someone without actually finding them, you know. They don’t have to appear in court or anything like that.”

  “What?” Annie almost fell off the bed. “No, I can’t! Yes, they do!”

  “Sure you can and no they don’t. I can’t remember all the details, but I know you have to issue some kind of public declaration of your intent. Legal papers, newspapers, maybe online now. I think you have to do this every month for – what? Four months, maybe? And if he doesn’t come forward to contest the divorce, then it’s a done deal.”

  “That’s impossible,” Annie said, struggling to stay calm. “I went to a lawyer when Billy disappeared, and he told me that unless I could physically find his location, then we’d stay married.”

  “That was a while ago, honey,” Sam pointed out. “The law has moved on. Also? How do you know that he hasn’t divorced you already?”

  “Because I haven’t received any papers to sign.”

  “In a public issue divorce, you don’t have to. If he announced his intention and you didn’t see it in the paper and go after him, then it’s possible that he divorced you without you even knowing.”

  Annie stared at him. “So – you mean – I might be –”

  “Single.”

  “But… how do I find out?”

  “There have to be ways,” Sam said. “I don’t know what they are, but there has to be some kind of database by state about public divorces.”

  “So… what? I go through these databases state by state, maybe find one where he filed?”

  “I’d look outside Colorado,” Sam said. “Chances are, if he was still in the state, then a lawyer would have had no trouble finding you. Cross state line
s, and things get way more complicated.”

  “Sure. Right.” Annie was stunned. “Yeah.”

  “You OK?”

  “Yes. I mean – yes. I just – I didn’t think it was possible without finding him.”

  “Is this something that you’d consider?” Sam asked carefully. “Getting divorced?”

  “God, yes.” She was adamant and strong. “I’d do anything to be totally free from him. I know he’s gone physically, and emotionally, anything good that I felt for him died a long time ago, but he’s got space in my head, you know? It’s purely psychological. If I could just kick him out once and for all, I’d find some kind of peace that I don’t have right now.”

  “You really ready to let go of the past like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “You do know that you have to do your best to actually find him first, though?” Sam said. “You have to be able to show that you made a real effort, and remember honey, this is almost a decade since you last tried. Social media footprints are easy to track, tax forms and property stuff is all online, even mug shots are on public websites. You might find Billy, and then you’d have to actually serve him papers and go that route.” He stroked her hair back off her face. “You’d have to see him again.”

  “My past would slide on into my present, huh?”

  “Yes.” He touched her lips. “Do you want that?”

  “No.”

  “Could you handle it anyway?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Sam, I have lived long enough to know a few things, and one of them is this: sometimes the past comes back and becomes your present, even just for a little while. It’s rarely pleasant, but if you’re strong and ready, then it doesn’t have to kill you, or wipe out your life, or take your future.”

  “If your past came crawling back,” Sam said. “You know I’d stand right next to you while you faced it, right?”

  “I do know.”

  “So…” Sam kissed the tip of her nose. “What do you think?”

  “I think that I’ll brace myself for my past maybe becoming my present, maybe just for a little while.”