Heather fought for breath as his lips covered her distended nipple. Heat seared her flesh, stroked her nipple as his mouth suckled at the mound firmly, his hand gripping it, fingers caressing the underside erotically. She arched to him, a broken moan whispering from her throat.
“Someone will see,” she whispered brokenly. “Hear me.”
“Mmm.” Evidently, the thought didn’t bother him. Then she remembered who she was talking to. Sam. The same man torturing her body with the needs tearing through it was the man who would want to share her, to watch as his brothers took her.
His teeth rasped at her tender nipple as the thought flared through her. She couldn’t halt the desperate clench of her womb, like a soft blow to her stomach as the image of it drifted through her mind.
“I want you.” His lips pressed beneath her breast as his hands moved to the clasp of her jeans. “I need you, Heather. I need you more than the air I breathe.”
And she didn’t have the strength to deny him. Not now, not while the fire of the arousal he called up, poured through her body. As though her blood was lava and her nerve ending receptors of heat that only made it burn brighter.
Her jeans loosened. Heather watched Sam as she gasped for breath, shadowed sensuality in his expression, the intent in his dark eyes. His head lowered again as he kissed his way down her stomach, her smooth abdomen, his hands pulling her jeans and panties down her thighs with teasing strokes of his hand along her skin.
She was shaking as he blew a puff of air across her burning cunt, then shuddered as he finished removing her clothing.
“I want to taste you,” he growled. “Lick you like smooth, warm chocolate, Heather.”
He dropped her jeans and panties to the ground a second before he moved between her thighs, spreading them slowly as he stared up at her.
“Sam.” She could barely speak as she fought for breath. “Someone will see…”
“See me lapping at you, fucking you with my tongue, drawing liquid paradise from your body, Heather. Let ‘em watch, baby. Let them see how fucking pretty you are as you come for me.”
Her hips jerked, rising from the lounger as his tongue swiped through the narrow slit of her inner lips then licked around her swollen clit. The breath halted in her chest, then released on a rising moan. Smooth flame, his tongue was like snaking fire as it licked and probed at her soaked cunt.
He licked around her clit, pulled it into his mouth for a second less than it would have taken for her to climax, then licked down again before his hard hands lifted her hips and his tongue plunged inside her clenching pussy.
She could hear the wet sound of his suckling at her vagina, drawing the cream from her body as more replaced it. Her hands gripped the rails of the lounger as she twisted against his mouth, fighting for more. She needed him deeper, harder, licking her like that to her very womb.
He slurped at her cunt, his lips smacking as he released her, then his tongue plunging again. His hands moved to her buttocks, holding her open as his fingers spread the delicate mounds, one placing exquisite pressure on the puckered entrance to her anus.
She twisted in his grip, needing more. Her vagina shuddered around his tongue, her clit pulsing, throbbing as her fingers went to her nipples to ease the heated ache there. She pinched lightly, biting her lower lip as she fought back her moan of rising ecstasy.
“So good, Heather.” His voice washed over her senses. “Like candy baby. Like warm, sweet chocolate.”
His tongue plunged deep, the tip of his nose burying against her clit, stroking it, caressing it. Heather gasped, caught her breath, but when the resulting explosion hit her she couldn’t contain the low, breathless wail that tore from between her lips.
Her body tightened, her cunt spasming as the pleasure streaked over her in drowning waves of sensation. Sam was crooning as he licked her, sucked her, his tongue fucking her through the sharp bursts of exquisite pleasure until he moved back with a groan, his hands going to his own jeans.
“You’ll scream for me this time,” he bit out. “And everyone will know you’re mine, Heather. Mine.”
He was within an inch of freeing his cock to take her when the tree behind them cracked, spraying shards of the wood as the first gunshot rang out.
Chapter Twenty-One
They rolled from the lounger in a tangle of limbs and virulent curses as the bullet struck the tree at the same angle that Sam’s head would have been had he not been lowering it to her body. Heather grabbed her jeans, cursing as she pushed Sam behind the shelter of the trees, struggling back into the suddenly uncooperative denim.
“Dammit,” Heather cursed as she jerked her gun beneath the lounger. She struggled against Sam, cursing as he plastered himself to her back, holding her harder to the bark of the tree. Dammit, he was trying to protect her.
She was supposed to be protecting him.
She jerked her comm. link from the back pocket of her jeans, bringing it quickly to her ear as the raised voices of the agents rushing for the pool area could be heard.
“Rick, dammit, where the hell are you? Sam’s with me and we have incoming gunfire.”
Raised voices began to fill the night as bodyguards rushed into the pool area. Several more unknown shots were fired, but none returned as the men rushed to surround Sam as the sound of a helicopter lifting from the front yard cut through the din of raised voices.
“Contain August. Get his ass in the house.” Tara’s voice was sharp as she barked out the orders to the bodyguards swarming around them. “Dammit to hell. If he gets hit I’ll kick all your asses.”