“How’s the novel coming?” His dark eyes slid over her frustrated expression and he hid a grin as she ran one hand distractedly through her already mussed hair.
“You know, it was a lot easier to write about you when I didn’t know you at all. Now every word I write makes me completely horny. I don’t think I want every woman in the world to know how damn sexy you are, or how good you are in bed.”
Her frown was utterly adorable and he wanted to snatch her off that desk chair and spread her wide on the floor to enjoy like a succulent buffet. He let his gaze slip down her body in anticipation of the moment she would shut that fucking machine off and go to bed with him.
“Well, if they don’t already know from the other books, you aren’t gonna be telling them anything new.” His voice was low and barely audible.
She glanced up and glared at him from across the room. “Writing about a fantasy lover who isn’t real is one thing. But it gets sort of dicey when your fantasy lover is walking around half naked and distracting you all to hell.”
“You want me to leave?”
“No.” Her eyes slid over his ripped chest, trailing down the lean, hard muscles of his six-pack to the dark line of crisp hair that led from his navel into the PJ bottoms. He kept most of the dark hair off his body above his waist because he didn’t like giving his opponents anything to get hold of when he was wrestling. He even kept his hair shorter than the other men in the circuit. No leverage.
“You want me to put some clothes on?” He lifted one dark brow seductively.
“No!” Her eyes snapped back to his shadowed face.
“Then what exactly do you want?” His teeth flashed as he smiled.
She shut off the computer with a little groan of frustration. “I want a long, hot bath and a new brain.”
He rose from the sofa and stretched in a way that made her throat grow tight. “I think I can help you with the first part but I’m afraid you’re on your own for the second part. Come here.” His voice dropped to a sexy purr.
She crossed the room slowly, feeling oddly like a moth moving to its death in a seductive flame. He had showered earlier and was wearing nothing but that pair of black silk pajama bottoms knotted loosely around his lean hips. He reached out as she came within arm’s reach and drew her against his body with a murmur of satisfaction, resting his chin on her head.
She wrapped her arms about all that ohmygod prime hardness and sighed. “I feel so stupid. I can’t seem to get back into the groove. I guess I’ve been living the dream and that makes it hard to try to convert it to something imaginary again.”
“You may just be trying too hard. Give it a rest for a few days. Just leave your work here when you fly to New York with me. You can come to the match and then we can catch a Broadway show, go out dancing. It’ll be a nice change to get you away from that damn keyboard.”
Sam lifted her eyes to his face and sighed again. “You know I hate watching you wrestle. I get too upset. And it gets pretty damn boring sitting in the hotel room alone while you’re off thumping your friends into the mat.”
“I like it when I know you’re out there. It makes me feel like I’m flying.” He dragged his lips over her forehead slowly, enjoying the shiver that went through her.
“Sure and when you do go flying, I nearly have a heart attack. It’s hard enough seeing you come home all covered with bruises and sporting stitches. Having to watch you get them isn’t my favorite pastime.” She closed her eyes at the feel of his mouth caressing her face. God she adored this man.
“If I got down on my knees, would you come to the match in New York?”
She pursed her lips and ran her fingertip around his navel slowly, causing him to shudder with reaction. “If I got down on my knees, would you just forget it and let me stay here?”
His eyes flared with passion. “You little devil. I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He caught her mouth with his and kissed her hungrily, then swept her into his arms. He lifted his head and said roughly, “I love what you do to me with those luscious lips but I won’t trade it for not having you with me for the next ten days. You’re coming to New York as agreed.”
He carried her slowly up the curving stairs to the second landing and into the bedroom they had shared for the past two months. He set her on her feet and kissed her eyelids gently. “I’ll go run that hot bath for you.” His smoldering eyes were full of promise.
She followed him to the bathroom door, and watched as he moved, loving the sight of all that stunning skin stretched over all those rippling muscles. The man had the baddest, tightest, sexiest ass she had ever seen. And when he had filled the marble tub with hot, steamy water and had turned on the whirlpool jets, she lifted one brow and ran a slow finger down his chest to the tie of his silk PJs.
“Too bad you already showered. I’ll miss having you in that tub.”
David smiled slowly as her fingers toyed with the ties of his pajama bottoms. “A man can’t be too clean. I think can handle another bath.”
“You’ll be all pruny,” she warned softly as he dropped his PJs to the floor and shoved her dressing gown back from her shoulders.
“Sometimes a rough texture gives a better orgasm. Don’t you agree?” He picked her up, stepped into the tub and sank down into the steamy, bubbling water.
Sam bit the corner of her lower lip as she sank astride David’s lap and felt his swollen cock slide into her welcoming heat. His dark eyes held hers as he watched her enjoy the length of him filling her. He cupped her ass with both hands and pulled her firmly over his cock and he leaned back against the sloped wall of the tub, breathing raggedly. “You waiting for me to do all the work, sweetheart?” he said in his best Humphrey Bogart imitation.
She laughed as she lifted her body gently and sank over him again, then again, biting her lower lip at the utterly sinful feel of him so hard and huge, filling her with each gasping downward surge of her body. His palms slid slowly over her breasts as he closed his eyes and bared his teeth with each heady shot of delight she gave him. She loved watching him thrill to her lovemaking and she bent forward to lick his throat and enjoy the taut cords beneath her mouth, to feel the ragged breaths that jerked in and out as he squeezed her breasts and arched in pleasure beneath her.
And as she moved her lips from his throat up to his chin, he turned quickly and caught her lips in a searing, lush kiss. He kissed her until both of them were panting, their mouths fused into a tangle of hot, hungry tongues and passionate murmurs as they hit their climaxes together and both shuddered with a deep pleasure that left them sated and limp as the foaming water whirled over their bodies for some time afterward.
All that would possibly make it any better was if he loved her.
Victor Mulvayne was along for the New York trip. The FPW owner was extremely friendly but his wife was not. The nicer he was to Sam, the colder his wife’s ice blue eyes got. There was a decided chill to the air in their first-class pod. Sam recognized it instinctively and decided to try to clear the atmosphere. She leaned over toward the amazon and whispered confidingly, “That man absolutely adores you. When he looks at you, he almost drools.”
Yvonne Mulvayne seemed to come out of her dark state as if a ray of morning sunlight had touched her and a moment later, she was giggling with Sam about some of the things that had happened on their last tour.
David watched with a quiet smile as Sam charmed the “Wicked Bitch of the West”, as the other divas called Yvonne. The six-foot-two-inch amazon was joking and giggling with Sam as if they’d been best friends since kindergarten. He watched as Victor eyed the two women curiously, apparently amazed that they seemed to hit it off so well when his wife was a total bitch to all the other women.