"Who is your mortal enemy, anyway?"
His smile faltered some. "Whoever the man was who had his hands on you today at the Sea Siren."
My mouth dropped open. "You came by the club today?"
He nodded. "I wanted to see you. I got an eyeful."
My laugh started as a snicker, but soon, I was laughing hard.
He arched a brow. "You find it funny when all of Sam's hopes and dreams are crushed like a bug." He said it with humor, and yet I could hear an undercurrent of hurt.
"I was with Ethan. My brother."
It took him a moment, but then realization dawned and he laughed too. "Well, maybe he isn't my mortal enemy then."
He stepped up to me, so close I could feel his warmth and also smell the stench of whiskey. "I mean it, Kate, whatever I have to do to prove myself. I will do it, and I will take as much time as you need. I won’t fail. I never fail.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your arrogance is showing.”
“There’s only one thing I’ve ever failed, Kate, and that’s you.”
There he went again. Using words that made my heart pump hard in my chest. Made me yearn for what we once had.
“You can trust me again. I will do anything, starting with promising that I will never, ever leave you again."
His words wrapped around my heart and then seeped inside. It was too much.
I pressed my hand to his chest and gently nudged him back, needing space to think. "You smell like a distillery."
He took my hand. "Let me take a shower, and then we can talk."
I nodded, but it was less of an agreement to his plan and more needing a moment to catch my breath, to clean my brain of the fog he caused when he used his words and his nearness on me.
He left the kitchen, and a few moments later, I heard the shower running. I could picture him in there, the water sluicing over his broad chest and lower.
Desire rushed through me, crashing through all my defenses. It propelled me to the bathroom. Behind the glass, he stood, his hands running over his chest as he washed away the alcohol. Surrendering to my deepest desires, I tugged off my shorts and tank top and opened the glass door of the shower.
His head swiveled toward me, his eyes startled. He stepped back as I entered the shower.
“Are you okay?” I asked, his reaction making me second-guess what I was doing.
“Yes. I’m wondering whether I’m sleeping or maybe dead.”
I smiled as I wrapped my hand around his dick. “Does this feel like you’re sleeping or dead?”
He let out a growl as his arm banded around me. He tugged me close, his lips fusing to mine just like they had in his kitchen the other day. He maneuvered me until I was against the tiled wall, his body pressing into mine.
Yes. This was what I wanted. Erotic sensation over sensation. No emotions. Just lust.
His hands slid down my sides, stopping at my breasts. He kneaded them and then pinched my nipples. I whimpered when he stopped, but then his mouth replaced his hands. He licked and sucked my nipples until my pussy was quivering.
“Sam.” I lifted my leg to wrap it around his hip and pull him to me, needing to feel him inside me.
Instead, he drew his lips lower over my belly until he was on his knees, pushing my thighs open. “Give me your sweet pussy, Kate.” His tongue flicked over my clit. Electricity shot through me. My head fell back, hitting the hard tiled wall. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to my pussy.
God, he was incredibly talented with his mouth. My entire body lit up from the inside out. My hips rocked. My body hummed.
“Sam... oh, God...”