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  He leaned in closer. Sammy gasped and tried to shrink back against the door. She kept her hands flat against his chest, trying not to notice how rock hard his pectorals were. Or that his cock was hardening. Their lower bodies were flush and the feel of his erection caused a warm flow between her legs. Sweet Jesus! She was going to jump his bones if she didn’t get out of there soon.

  “John, please. I have to go.” Was that panic in her voice? “I should never have come in.”

  John grabbed her by the wrists and forced her arms above her head, pinning them against the door. He ignored Sammy’s gasp. “You’ve got that right, baby. You’ve been running from me since we were teenagers. Well, I made myself a promise, Sam. The next time I got you to myself, I was going to find out if fucking you was as sweet as I’ve dreamed it would be.”

  His words and the raw expression on his face fueled the fans of Sammy’s hunger. She couldn’t draw her gaze away from the sensual glitter in his dark eyes. Her mouth parted because she found it hard to breathe. She struggled briefly against his hands, knowing she wouldn’t be able to break free. Finally, giving up and breathing heavily, she stared into his eyes.

  “Do you really want me to let you go, Sam?” He slowly lowered his head. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like between us?”

  She shook her head.

  “Liar.”

  He slammed his mouth down on hers. It didn’t take Sammy long to lose what little resistance she had before melding into the kiss eagerly, proving to him that she was a liar. When his tongue sought entrance into her mouth, she willingly parted her lips. Once their tongues meshed all hell broke loose. John released her wrists to trail his hands down to her breasts. She lowered her arms to wrap them around his neck.

  As his mouth worked against hers, Sammy’s desire grew until the tingle in her taut nipples spread to her aching pussy. She arched against his hard frame, moaning with pleasure when his hard cock throbbed against the apex of her thighs. Yes! She needed him. Needed to be filled and loved. The need coursing through her body was intense and demanded to be fed.

  But at what cost? Sammy wasn’t too far gone to realize making love to John would be a mistake, and she would be the one to get hurt. After he got what he wanted he’d be gone again. She’d let herself enjoy his rough kiss a minute more and then demand he let her go. Only when his hands roamed over her hips to cup her bottom, she realized she might have waited too late.

  She turned her face to break their heated kiss. “John, this is silly. We can’t do this.” Then why was she closing her eyes and moaning as he rubbed himself against her pussy? She had to be strong. But where was she going to find the strength to ignore that her breasts were crushed against his chest and her nipples were so hard they ached?

  She felt his hand curl into the hair at the back of her head. He forced her face back around so their eyes could meet, his expression fierce with desire. He was clearly nearing the end of his control. It shocked, yet thrilled Sammy to see what effect she had on him. She was thankful her responses were less visible.

  “I’m not afraid of you, John.” Sammy knew it seemed silly to say, considering she’d been clinging to him and kissing him a second ago.

  “I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” he said gruffly. His nostrils were flaring. His sensual mouth turned hard. “I want you to stop running from me.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Using all of the strength she could muster, she jerked out of his arms. “You were a little too wild and unpredictable for me. I wasn’t running from you, I just ran toward something better.”

  His laugh wasn’t what she expected. “Safe, predictable Pat.”

  She’d married the good brother when she’d really wanted the other. But even as young as she’d been at the time, something had warned her that a life with John wouldn’t have amounted to much. He’d lived on the edge.

  Since John was between her and the door, Sammy backed farther into the tiny room, afraid of the determination in his eyes. Afraid of the desire coursing through her blood, almost rendering her incapable of breathing. She didn’t want him touching her again, yet she’d never wanted anything so bad either. Much more of his particular brand of foreplay and she’d be begging him to fuck her.

  He moved closer. Sammy took another step back. “Yes,” she agreed. “He never ended up in jail.”

  The briefest flicker in his gaze was his only reaction to her comment. He reached forward, touching a loose curl resting against her temple. Sammy’s heart skipped a beat. She tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. The heat of his knuckles against her skin scorched her. She had to get away from him soon, before she said the hell with it and went for it. Maybe that’s what he wants. To see if I’m still susceptible to him. Is this all a game to him?

  “As soft as I remember.”

  Sammy thought back to the day before her wedding. He’d taken a hold of her ponytail, jerked her head back, and planted a long, hot kiss on her mouth. After her initial shock and resistance, the passion had exploded like an inferno between them. Their hands began to search and explore each other at a rapid pace, catching Sammy off guard until she found the strength to stop.

  She’d nearly called off her wedding to Pat after that, the guilt of wanting another man eating away at her. But then reason sank in and she realized there would be no future with a man who lived on the wild side.

  Gazing into each other’s eyes now, Sammy slowly pulled her head back until the curl slipped from his fingers. “We’re not kids anymore. You can stop playing with me.” It was the only thing she could think of to say.

  “No, we’re two divorced, consenting adults who are free to fuck each other’s brains out for the first time in twenty years.”

  Oh, God! Her panties became soaked with the visual his words conjured up. Unable to speak, she could only shake her head. The next step she took away from him brought her up against the fridge. She caught her breath as he slowly, and with a lazy smile, closed in on her. God, if he backed up that predatory gleam in his eyes she would be lost this time.

  “And I’m about to show you how this man plays.”

  As soon as his mouth covered hers, Sammy’s willpower to ignore his sexual pull disappeared, replaced with an all-consuming desire to yield to him. Everything. His mouth was firm, strong, demanding, and she welcomed his tongue against hers with a low, satisfied moan. He responded with a groan, and then lost control and crushed her against the fridge as if she could absorb him.

  They turned wild, moving against each other with a hunger that escalated with frightening speed. Sammy’s hands roamed over John’s hard body, discovering the muscles beneath his T-shirt, feeling them flex under her fingers. Only she wasn’t satisfied with touching him through his clothes; she wanted to feel his warm flesh beneath her palms. She lifted the hem of his shirt and wormed her way underneath. As soon as her hands touched his warm skin it set off a fresh wave of madness between them.

  John’s hands were at her waist and without warning he lifted her off her feet. Sammy instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her arms up to wrap them around his neck. He broke their heated kiss and put his mouth against her neck, sliding his hands down and over her ass to hold her securely in place.

  “I’ve thought about what it would feel like to fuck you all these years, Sammy, even when you belonged to Pat. But we’re both free now, and by God, today I’m going to find out the answer.”

  His words were followed by a bite that sent a thrill through Sammy. She shuddered, her clit throbbing with arousal, no longer caring about anything but feeding the emptiness inside. Three years of abstinence had taken a toll and she prayed this wasn’t another one of her dreams that would leave her hungry and yearning.

  As he walked them to a room that turned out to be a bedroom, he kept his mouth against her skin, teasing her with warm kisses. Not breaking contact, John lowered her to the bed, following her down and crushing her into the mattress with hi
s weight.

  Moaning with desire, Sammy kept her legs wrapped around his waist, relishing in the feel of his strong erection. He ground his cock into the crevice between her legs as if there wasn’t a layer of clothing between them. The air was filled with the heavy echoes of their labored breathing and sounds of mutual ecstasy. Straining against each other, John’s hand went to her breasts, caressing them roughly.

  Sammy was wearing a bodice-fitting sundress with buttons down the front, and it didn’t take John long to find and undo them enough for him to part the material. He pulled back and glanced down at her exposed flesh. Then he put his hands inside her dress and moved it away from her breasts, caressing her aching flesh along the way, and finishing by roughly tweaking her taut nipples. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain she could barely stand.

  “John!” Sammy lost control, arching wildly against him. Her clit was throbbing, wanting, and needing attention. John’s rough palms continued over her breasts and nipples several times, until he finally replaced his hands with his mouth. Sweet Jesus! She closed her eyes and rolled her head against the pillow beneath it. He sucked as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could, rolling her nipples with his tongue as her breast glided out.

  Her hands moved down his body between them, searching and finding the buckle to his belt. She didn’t know how but she managed to undo it, and then unsnap his jeans and work the zipper down. No underwear! His cock burst out into her waiting hand, hot steel and full of burning life. Sammy didn’t waste any time in caressing his shaft from where it jutted out from his tight balls up to the wet tip.

  “I want to taste you.” The words slipped past her lips before she could stop them.

  John jerked back as though in surprise. His gaze met hers. He looked wild. His eyes were almost black, his nostrils were flaring. A stamp of raw desire was etched like stone on his handsome face. His thick cock throbbed forcefully in her hand.

  “Next time, baby. The first time I come I want to be inside you. Is that okay?”

  Next time? There was going to be a next time? Sammy couldn’t think past that moment, but she found herself nodding. And then she felt John’s hands pull the skirt of her dress up her legs, past her thighs until it was bunched about her hips. Their lips met for a wet kiss while his fingers went to the damp silk covering her pussy. He teased her for a moment, flicking his finger over her, and then slipped beneath the edge of the silk to the wet plump flesh beneath.

  “Fuck! You’re wet and ready for me.”

  Yes! She pulled gently on his cock. He groaned. When his finger parted her pussy lips, slid over her swollen clit, and slipped inside her, a mini orgasm claimed Sammy and she cried out, trembling violently. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming a second time.

  “Back right pocket. Condom. You’d better hurry.”

  Sammy reached for the pocket, slipped her fingers inside, and grasped the packet. Since one of John’s hands was busy pleasuring her pussy, she tore the packet open with her teeth. When she had it out and was ready to put it on his shaft, he helped her by doing a one-armed push-up away from her body. She glanced down for a moment, taking in his cock. God, he was thick and long and the head was dripping. Without further hesitation, she reached between them and rolled the condom over his flesh, giving his balls a tickle with the tip of her fingers in the process.

  “Fuck!” John pulled her panties aside and let her guide his shaft to the opening. No encouragement was needed. He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside Sammy’s body. “Damn.” He shuddered as if in the throes of climaxing. “So fucking tight, baby.” He pulled back so they could meet each other’s eyes. “This was worth waiting for.” His flesh throbbed inside her, filling her to capacity.

  Sammy tried to hold back tears as unexpected emotion threatened to choke her. It almost sounded as if he loved her, when all it really was between them was lust. She was old enough not to fall for passion-laced words during sex, knowing it was one time that anything goes. She did agree with John about one thing, though. It was worth waiting for, and far surpassed any of her thoughts or dreams. Her aching pussy was happily stuffed and waiting for action.

  She arched against him, her frustration building. “What are you waiting for?”

  “How do you want it?”

  Sammy didn’t need to think about it. “Hard and fast. Like there’s no tomorrow.” There was no use pretending anymore.

  A slow, sexy grin appeared on John’s face. He obviously liked what she said. “Then hang on tight, baby.”

  He crushed his mouth against hers and began to plunge into her over and over, harder and faster. Sammy arched every time he entered her body, scraping her nails over his torso in wild abandon, encouraging him unnecessarily while responding to the intense pleasure gripping her body. Their tongues mimicked what their bodies were doing, fueling the fire that was rapidly spiraling out of control.

  The breath rushed from them with every thrust as they worked up a speed that promised only one outcome. Sammy was eagerly anticipating the rush, which was already coursing through her blood. She twisted under John, slipping her hands beneath his jeans and clenching her hands into his taut ass. He knew what he was doing, plunging downward over her clit to give her the ultimate gratification. The friction of his cock against her pulsing clit and swollen pussy lips quickly brought her to a climax of massive degrees.

  As release exploded through her body, Sammy bit down on John’s bottom lip, and then cried out, letting an earth shattering orgasm consume her body and soul. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Three years of abstinence, and in one afternoon with John, she was going up in flames.

  Chapter 2

  Sweet Jesus! John shuddered one last time before collapsing onto Sammy. He was gasping for breath and totally spent. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so drained—if the house was on fire he wouldn’t be able to move. His face was buried into the sweet smelling hair against her neck, his hand still curled around one soft, full breast. His heart felt like it was about to jump right out of his chest. He couldn’t recall ever coming so hard. But then, all of the women before Sammy had one thing in common: they hadn’t been her. And it dawned on him now that he’d always held something back.

  He’d wanted Sammy since they were teenagers, and he was honest enough to admit that sex had been the only thing on his mind back then. Only later had he begun to realize it could have been more, had he straightened up and she given him a chance. It had been all he could do to stand by and watch her marry his brother. He’d eventually left, figuring out of sight, out of mind.

  Yeah, right!

  A few more years of living on the wild side and a short marriage had done nothing to get her out of his head. A stint in jail for fighting with a deadly weapon had forced him to grow up the hard way, and fast. He’d left there swearing he was going to straighten up and look for a better life. And he had. It had taken him years of sweat and hard work, but now he had money and a construction company he’d built from the ground up. And nothing else. No one to share it with.

  He turned his face into the soft fragrance of Sammy’s skin, breathing in deeply. She felt good beneath him. His cock thought so too, refusing to slip out of the tight sheath of her body, even as it diminished in size. That was okay with him because he wanted to fuck Sammy again, wanted to cram twenty years of needing her into one, long weekend. John wondered how receptive she would be to that.

  Coming to the reunion had been a last-minute decision, and one he was glad he’d made now. It had been with the thought of seeing Sammy again, now that she was divorced. To see if she still held some unexplainable power over him. It hadn’t taken him long to realize how much she still affected his libido. Everything about her drew him in.

  He nuzzled her neck, taking in her arousing scent. Her slight shiver, followed by a soft sigh, told John that she liked what he did. He began to kiss his way up her throat, along her jaw until he reached the corner of her luscious mouth. She turned slightly, offering he
r lips to him. Still buried inside her body, his cock stirred as he drank in the warmth of her sweet kiss. He felt her hands slowly glide up his back, and then back down.

  He pulled away just enough to say against her lips, “You’d think after the hot fuck we just shared that I would be satisfied. But I want you all over again, Sammy.” John thrust his hips against hers. His renewed hard-on throbbed.

  She clenched her muscles around his shaft, and arched beneath him. “This is crazy, John. I should leave.”

  He didn’t want to hear it, and crushing her mouth beneath his seemed a good way to silence her. Their passion grew to fierce heights almost immediately, and within seconds they were twisting and straining against each other. John rolled to his back, bringing Sammy with him. She pushed herself into a sitting position and he arched upward, further impaling her on his cock.

  “John!” Sammy closed her eyes and began to move up and down. “Oh God, what are you doing to me?”

  He smiled at the passion in her voice and the heated flush on her pretty face. How many times over the years did he imagine what she would look like making love to him? He reached up and caressed her heavy breasts, marveling at how responsive her nipples were. Her eyes flew open and met his, and then lowered. Was it his imagination or did she suddenly look shy?

  John knew she was in for another hard, fast ride. He’d gone too long without sexual gratification. And much too long dreaming about a woman he couldn’t have. Now that she was his, and she was in every sense of the word, he intended to make up for lost time. He intended to show Sammy that they belonged together.

  Every time she came down, he bowed up, forcing his cock farther into her welcoming body. Her breasts filled his palms and John tugged on them gently, forcing Sammy down until he could take a nipple into his mouth. It was about the size of a pea and hard as a rock. Groaning low in his throat, he rolled the nub with his tongue, pulling on it with his mouth.

  Sounds of pleasure filled the tiny bedroom. John was thankful he hadn’t had time to open any of the windows, sure their sounds would carry beyond the cabin walls. After loving both of her swaying breasts, his hands moved to Sammy’s hips where he took control of her movements. A powerful climax was building inside his body and he was ready to let go. As he forced her to move faster up and down his blood-engorged cock, he moved one hand down to her wet pussy.