Naughty or Nice?

by Sherrilyn Kenyon

  She wrapped her legs around his lean waist and savored the feel of his muscles flexing in and around her. She ran her hands down his back, over the chills that covered his body as she met him stroke for stroke.

  He was spectacular.

  “You feel so good,” he breathed in her ear as he rocked his hips, hard and fierce, against hers. “I could stay inside you forever.”

  She was sure she didn’t feel half as good to him as he felt to her. He lowered his upper body to where she could nuzzle his neck as he thrust into her.

  Sam wrapped her legs tight about his hips, then she rolled over with him.

  Adrian looked up, startled, as he found himself beneath her. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her hips. Then, holding them in hers, she lifted herself up to the tip of his shaft, before she lowered herself onto him.

  He growled at the feel of her body on his as she rode him fast and furiously. He’d never felt anything like it.

  “You’re making my toes curl,” she breathed.

  “I plan to make more than that curl before the night is over,” he said as she released his hands and leaned forward.

  Adrian ran his hands over her breasts, cupping them gently as she continued to stroke him with her body.

  Why had he waited a year before kissing her?

  It terrified him when he thought of how close he’d come to never acting on his desire. What if he had let her get away without ever having tasted her lips? Her body?

  And in that instant, a wave of possessiveness washed over him. He would never let her go.

  She belonged to him.

  Sam watched Adrian watch her. His dark eyes were shuttered, but the look of pleasure on his face tore through her.

  She ran her hand over his stubbled cheeks, grateful that she had finally kissed him. This moment far exceeded any fantasy she’d ever had about him.

  Her body aching with bliss, she could feel her pleasure mounting again with every forceful stroke she delivered to him. She moved her hips faster as Adrian lifted his hips to drive himself even deeper.

  “Oh, my goodness,” she breathed as her body became even hotter as massive, wrenching stabs of pleasure tore through her.

  Adrian rolled over with her then, and placed her beneath him. His eyes wild, he quickened his pace.

  Sam moaned at the feel of him sliding in and out, fast, deep, hard.

  And then suddenly, an indefinable ecstasy exploded through her body in resounding ripples. Sam gasped at the same time Adrian threw his head back and roared as he delivered two more long, deep thrusts to her. His entire body convulsed around her as he released himself.

  He collapsed on top of her and buried his face in her neck.

  Sam held him there, cradled in her arms and legs as she just listened to him breathe. She felt his heart pounding against her chest and sweat covered them both.

  This was a perfect, peaceful moment that she wished she could hold on to forever.

  “That was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had,” he whispered in her ear as he cradled her gently in his strong arms.

  “No kidding,” she said as she ran her hands over his hard biceps, then kissed him tenderly on his chest. “You know, I’ve never done that before.”

  “Done what?”

  “Orgasmed.”

  Adrian smiled. He was glad he’d been the man who had shown her the full depth of her sexuality. Cupping her head in his hand, he pulled her lips to his for a scorching kiss.

  The phone rang.

  “I swear, I hate those things,” he snarled.

  “Oh,” Sam said as she let go of him. “I forgot to tell you Heather called.”

  Carefully, he withdrew from her. “Then I’m sure that’s her,” he said, reaching for the cordless phone on his nightstand.

  “Hi, Heather,” he said in a tone that was half a growl.

  Sam could hear just a hint of Heather’s chattering on the other end.

  “Damn, Heather. What do you do with your money? I pay you two hundred and fifty dollars a week to do my laundry and buy groceries for me, and half the time you don’t even do it.”

  She heard Heather chattering again as Adrian ran his hand through his hair and clenched it tight.

  Adrian got out of bed and reached for his pants as he listened to her. Biting her lip, Sam admired the perfect shape of his buttocks and rear as he stooped over.

  “Give me a break,” he said as he fastened his jeans. “I worked three jobs in college and no one ever . . .”

  He went rigid. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Just stop crying, okay? Heather, please stop crying.”

  Sam sat up as he walked out of the room.

  Frowning, she pulled her shirt on and followed after him.

  He wiggled his mouse at his computer. “I’m doing it right now,” he said in a gentle voice. He cursed again. “You only have two dollars in your account, did you know that? What are you living on?”

  His jaw ticked, but his voice was patient. “All right, I’m transferring two grand over to you, but this is it, Heather. I work too damned hard just to give it away to you because you decide you need a Christmas vacation in Daytona for a week.”

  He clicked the phone off and tossed it on his desk.

  Sam moved to stand behind him. She ran her hand over his back. “You are a wonderful man.”

  “I’m an idiot,” he said under his breath. “I don’t know why I put up with them.”

  “You love them.”

  “I wonder sometimes. God, I’m just so tired of everyone needing me all the time.”

  Sam went cold at his words. His dependability was what she loved about him most, and in truth that was what she wanted. Someone she could depend on who wouldn’t disappoint her. She was tired of unkept promises.

  Sam, you fool. No one is ever going to put you first. When are you going to realize that?

  Her father had done what Adrian’s had, he’d abandoned them. And her worst fear was to fall in love with some thoughtless, woman-chasing jerk who dumped her for a trophy girlfriend the minute she passed the age of thirty.

  She didn’t want a little boy, she wanted a man.

  And she had hoped Adrian would be that man.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked.

  She shook her head, then brushed her hand over his whiskered cheek.

  Please don’t disappoint me, too. The words were on the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t dare utter them aloud. Didn’t dare give him any more ways to hurt her. He already held a place in her heart where only he could destroy it.

  “Why don’t we go back to bed?” she whispered.

  He looked up at her with those dimples flashing. Then, he scooped her up in his arms and ran with her back to the bedroom.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Hi, Adrian,” Sam said as soon as he answered his cell phone.

  “Hey, sweet, what’s wrong? You sound upset.”

  God, how she loved the sound of his deep, caring voice. It comforted her on a level that defied explanation.

  “My brother forgot to pick up my mom’s Christmas tree and she’s having a hissy fit. I’m over here at the lot and there’s no way I can make it back home and get ready in time. Is it okay if we just hook up at the hotel?”

  “Sure. Is there anything I can do for you?”

  She felt tears well at his offer. This last week had been the best of her life. After they had returned to work, they had kept quiet about their relationship, but it hadn’t been easy. More nights than not, she’d left work first, then gone over to his apartment to fix dinner and wait for him.

  He’d even given her a key.

  “Thanks,” she said, “but I’ve got it. I’ll see you at the hotel.”

  “I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby.”

  Worried, Adrian paced the hotel lobby. The temperature outside was steadily falling, and the news had been calling for a bad snowstorm later that evening. He’d tried to call Sam a dozen times to warn her not to come
out this far, but she’d turned her cell phone off.

  The door opened.

  Adrian looked up and felt his jaw drop as Sam swept in.

  She was wearing a Renaissance-style dress with a high waist, long flowing sleeves, and ballerina slippers. Her hair was down around her face and she had a light ribbon braided across the top of her hair with flowers. She looked just like Guinevere.

  And he loved it.

  No, he corrected himself, he loved her.

  Sam paused as she caught sight of Adrian staring at her. He looked gorgeous in his black jeans and sweater. He’d even gone to the trouble of fixing his hair and she knew how much he hated doing that.

  Better still, his entire face lit up as his gaze met hers.

  “My lady, you are beautiful,” he said as she drew near him. He took her hand in his and kissed the back of her knuckles.

  The warmth of his hand startled her. He took her coat from her hands and offered her his arm.

  Feeling like a heroine in a romance novel, Sam took his arm and allowed him to lead her into the party.

  “Wow, Sam,” Randir said as he saw them. “You clean up good.”

  She laughed. “Thanks, I think.”

  While Adrian went to get her something to drink, she took a seat at the large, round table with the guys from her department.

  “Oh, Adrian,” Scott teased as soon as he returned. “You’re just so thoughtful. Want to go get me a Coke?”

  “No,” Adrian said as he sat down beside her.

  Sam did her best to appear nonchalant and distanced from Adrian, but it wasn’t easy when all she wanted to do was lean back into his arms and have him hold her like he did in the early morning hours.

  How she loved curling up with him in his favorite recliner, watching TV or listening to music while they fed each other popcorn. Naked.

  She’d never been overly comfortable with her body, but Adrian seemed to love it and she loved him for it.

  He gave her a meaningful look, then slid his gaze toward the lobby. “I need to go make a call.”

  Sam waited until he was out of sight before she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

  She met Adrian in the lobby where he pulled her into a hidden, dark corner. “Why are we here?” he asked as he pressed her back against the wall.

  She trembled at the strength of his chest against her breasts as he cupped her face in his hands and stared down at her with heat in his eyes. “Because it’s a free meal?” she asked impishly.

  “I’d rather be at home, making love to you.”

  “Mmm, me, too.”

  He kissed her then.

  “Hey, Adrian!”

  They both went tense at hearing Randy’s voice.

  Adrian stepped out of the corner while Sam pressed herself against the wall, hopefully out of Randy’s sight.

  “Hi, Randy. How’s it going?”

  “Great. I meant to tell you that Greg Wilson is going to applaud your team tonight after dinner. We hit the million-dollar mark for the Christmas season this morning. Congratulations. Greg says he’s going to double your bonus and give you a raise.”

  “Thanks.”

  “So, what are you doing out here?” Randy asked. “C’mon, let’s go say hi to Greg. I know he wants to shake your hand.”

  Sam listened with pride. Greg Wilson was on the pompous side, but he owned one of the largest privately held corporations in the country. For him to want to spend six seconds in your company was a big compliment.

  As soon as the coast was clear, she went to the ladies’ room.

  She had barely closed the door on her stall when she heard Tiffany and a gaggle of her girlfriends sweep into the bathroom.

  “Did you see Adrian?” Tiffany said to them.

  “Are you kidding?” Barbara Mason said breathlessly. “How could anyone miss such a baby doll?”

  “I heard that.” Sam didn’t recognize that voice.

  “Yeah, well,” Tiffany said in a loud whisper, “I’m going to nail that boy tonight.”

  Her friends laughed as Sam saw red. Tiffany better lay off Adrian, if she wanted to keep that perfect nose of hers.

  “Right,” Barbara said in disbelief.

  “I am,” Tiffany bragged. “I rented a room upstairs and as soon as I see him, I’m going to get him up there and have my wicked way with him.”

  They left the bathroom.

  Sam clenched her fists. How dare she.

  Her eyes narrowed, she left the bathroom and went after Adrian to warn him.

  There was no need.

  Tiffany had him cornered outside the ballroom. Worse, they were locked in a fiery kiss with Tiffany’s hands on his waist and neck.

  Sam froze at the sight as pain tore through her.

  Her first impulse was to tear them apart and slug Tiffany. And if she wasn’t so stunned, she might have actually done it.

  But she couldn’t move.

  Not while her heart was slowly splintering into a million pieces.

  And what hurt her most was the fact that Adrian would kiss Tiffany out in front of everyone while he wouldn’t even so much as touch her hand when anyone was around.

  Her tears swelled, but she blinked them back. She wouldn’t give either one of them the satisfaction of seeing just how much damage they had done to her.

  God, she was such a stupid fool. How could she have thought Adrian was any different than her own father?

  Tiffany pulled away, and handed him a card key. “It’s room 316,” she said seductively. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”

  Sam went numb as even more pain washed over her. How could he?

  He’s a man! Look at Tiffany.

  How on earth could you ever compete with that?

  Heartsick and aching, Sam rushed back to her table. She gathered her purse and coat.

  “You okay?” Randir asked.

  “No,” she said, swallowing her tears. “I need to go home. I’ll see you guys Monday.”

  Adrian waited and waited for Sam. Where was she? Had she gone back in when he wasn’t looking?

  He went to check, and as soon as he saw her coat was missing, a feeling of dread washed over him. “Where’s Sam?”

  Randir shrugged. “She went home.”

  “What?”

  “She said she didn’t feel well.”

  Adrian pulled his phone out of its cradle and dialed her cell phone.

  No answer.

  Cursing, he ran after her.

  A heavy snowfall had started as he reached his Bronco, got in, and went to find her.

  Sam wept the whole way to Spring Hill. She didn’t really notice the icy roads until she had to turn onto Nashville Highway to reach her house. Her car started skidding.

  Terrified, she held her breath until she landed safely in a ditch.

  Her heart pounding, she was glad she hadn’t been physically hurt. She picked up her cell phone to call her brothers, then saw the battery was dead.

  “Damn it!” she snarled as she slammed her fist against the steering wheel. “What next?”

  Angry and hurt, she wiped her eyes, then shoved open her door and started the five-mile walk to her rented house.

  Adrian’s heart raced as he realized how hazardous the roads were becoming. Sam’s little Honda was about as safe in weather like this as his Corvette.

  Why had she left? It didn’t make any sense to him.

  He turned onto Nashville Highway and saw her car in the ditch. Terrified at the sight, Adrian pulled to the side of the road and got out. Running up to her car, he saw it was empty.

  She was out walking in 26 degrees?

  He shook his head as he remembered her thin shoes and dress. She would freeze to death! Damn her independence. Couldn’t she ever let anyone do anything for her?

  He ran back to his Bronco. Getting in, he tried to start it.

  “No!” he snarled as the starter clicked without firing the engine. He tried again, but still the car refused to start.

/>   Pulling out his cell phone, he called the only other person he knew who lived in Spring Hill.

  “Hey, Trey,” he said as his friend picked up. “I need a huge favor from you.”

  Sam was absolutely freezing. Her shoes were soaking wet and she had all but lost the feeling in her feet.

  Worse, she still had a mile to go to get home. And over and over again, all she could see was Adrian kissing Tiffany.

  “Why, Adrian?” she breathed, clutching her coat tighter around her. “Why wasn’t I good enough?”

  Suddenly, she heard a strange clip-clopping sound coming from behind her.

  What on earth?

  It sounded vaguely like hooves. Turning around, she saw . . .

  No, it couldn’t be.

  Sam blinked, not trusting her eyes.

  The image only got clearer as the snowfall became heavier.

  It was a knight. A knight in black leather.

  Frowning, she watched as Adrian rode up to her on the back of a white stallion. Her mouth wide open, she looked at him as he reined to a stop by her side.

  “Methinks milady damsel doth be in distress.”

  She shook her head at his fake medieval English way of speaking. Those deep, dark, chocolate-brown eyes stared at her with a heat that instantly warmed her freezing bones.

  “Adrian?” she gasped.

  “Sir Adrian,” he corrected with a smile. He reached his hand down to her.

  Without thinking, she took it and allowed him to pull her up to sit before him on the medieval-style saddle. He wrapped her up in two blankets as he adjusted her in front of him.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked in disbelief. “I thought you were with Tiffany.” As she said the name, her rage ignited.

  “Tiffany?” he asked with a frown. “Why would you . . .”

  She saw the color darken his cheeks.

  “Yes,” she snarled at him. “I saw you two. And you took her room key.”

  “Didn’t you see me give it back?”

  Sam hesitated. “You gave it back?”

  “Yes. A few minutes after she left.”

  “You kept it a few minutes?” she snarled. “You skunk. How could you do—”

  He stopped her words with a heated kiss.