“Look at you, Ms. Confidence.” He let out a growl. “I love it.” She laughed again when he hauled her onto his lap, and rather than keep her knees pinned together she spread them so he was pinned beneath her.
“I have plans for you, Mr. Sexy.”
He snorted. “Plans that involve the limo or a bed?”
“Why not both?” Her eyes sparkled as she dipped her head and their lips met. The minute she sank into him, she let out a deep moan that had pleasure roaring through her.
What he could make her feel… Was it any wonder she’d fallen for him?
Was it any wonder she was in love with this man who made her feel like she could fly?
Piercing his mouth with her tongue, she slipped hers against his, mimicking exactly what she wanted to do. At that moment, she felt so liberated, so alive and carefree that to be in his arms was a freedom in itself.
Why shouldn’t she have this?
Yeah, it had come out of nowhere, but whirlwinds happened, didn’t they?
And if she didn’t allow herself to explore this, then Samantha knew she’d regret it forever.
She reached between them, her hands delving deep to feel his cock through his pants. He moaned against her mouth as she fumbled a little, working hard to bare him. The minute the hot, hard silk was in her hand, she wanted to roar herself. The groan that escaped his lips made her want to throw her head back in delight, but the confines of the limo’s
cab didn’t allow for that.
It was kind of annoying, but at the same time, it turbocharged everything.
This wasn’t going to be a long, slow act of lovemaking. This was a declaration of intent.
They were going to claim each other. Here, and now.
In fact, no.
She was going to claim him. Put her stamp on him.
A man like Josh, he needed that. She knew he didn’t realize it, but that was why she kept on making an impression on him. She didn’t think the sun rose and set on him because of who he was. She thought it because of what he was.
A good, kind, honorable man.
Everything she’d never had before but which would be an intrinsic part of her future.
Josh’s hands came to her hips and she felt him dragging her dress up and away. Thank goodness it wasn’t one of those fitted gowns, rather, one that was free flowing from the waist. She waited for him to drag it over her legs until she could move even more freely. His fingers delved between them and when he found bare skin, she let out a whimper.
An honest to God whimper that had laughter, so loaded with feminine wiles and delight, flooding from her.
When he connected their sexes, an urgency to the move that she felt and responded to, she could feel how slick she was.
Knew how close she was.
There was something about him that made everything intense, urgent, and at that moment, she knew if he didn’t get inside her, she’d explode.
And not in a good way either.
As his hardness slipped inside her, filling her deeply to her core, she let out a long, low moan. Riding him, she loved the dark confines of the limo as it made their scents overwhelm the space, triggered a reaction on a visceral level that made the primeval creature come to the fore.
She rode him until her thighs ached, until her knees were stiff, and still it wasn’t enough. She felt her juices slipping between them, slicking his skin with her wetness, her arousal for him.
Then, he made a killer move. His signature move that blew her damn brains every single time.
His fingers came to flicker with her clit, and like that, with less than five careful, slow rubs, she came. The fireworks that went off behind her eyes came in tangent to his low grunts and groans that made her eardrums vibrate with the same pleasure as her climax.