Page 9 of Wild Card

Chapter Two

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His suite was dark except for the dancing colors across the walls, thanks to the digital billboards along the Strip, fifty floors below. Jen reached and turned on the lights.

Sam turned them back off.

In the same sweep of motion, he backed her against the wall. Kept her locked there with the press of his huge body, the force of his steeled glare—

And the crush of his dominant kiss.

A stunned mewl quivered up her throat. He snuffed it before it reached her lips. Consumed her with the sweep of his tongue, not stopping for innuendo or permission. He took over every corner of her mouth, licking into every crevice, leaving no confusion about his passionate purpose.

Holy shit.

Was this really happening?

She’d dreamed about it so many times. Tried to imagine how he’d feel, smell, taste, and look. But all of this was so much better. So much more. His muscles, big and dense, molded against hers. His fingers, long and forceful, twined into hers. His kiss, deep and consuming, taking over her. Gone was her sarcastic buddy from the office. In his place was a lover, bathed in golden light but defined by dark intent, pinning her wrists to the wall over her head…leaving her only one option with which to answer his passion.

Complete surrender.

With a groan, she softened, melted…gave in.

With an answering growl, Sam plunged deeper, harder, hotter.

Minutes—hours, perhaps, as if she cared—later, he dragged away far enough to bolt his gaze into her. An slow smile spread over his generous lips. “I’ve been dreamin’ of doin’ that for far too fuckin’ long.”

Jen softly laugh. “That makes two of us.”

He swallowed as if she’d just told him the governor had stayed his execution. “Why didn’t you tell me? Show me?”

She laughed louder. “Sorry. Hold on. One of the hottest pilots on the planet just asked me why I didn’t tell him how he’s helped me wear down a few vibrator batteries over the last nine months—because that’s something to mention at the water cooler.”

His lips parted. His gaze glittered. He lunged into her again, kissing her as if she’d turned into his life support. “Mention vibrators like that again, Jenny, and I’ll forget the private promise I made when bringin’ you in here.”

“What promise was that?”

“The one about bein’ a gentleman.”

She rolled her wrists against his hold. “This is being a gentleman?”

“Compared to what I really want to do with you right now?” As he nodded, his forehead fell against hers. “Yes. This is bein’ a gentleman.”

He finished it by bending in, once more fitting their lips together. This time, the contact was a gentle brush. Jen didn’t hold back on the effect of it: a tremor that rifted the fault lines of her control. Her knees weakened. Her clenching cleft rubbed against her soaked panties.

“Sam?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be a gentleman.”

A snarl ripped from deep inside him. As his mouth tore into hers all over again.

They groaned. Thrusted. Shifted. Needed. Jen hitched one leg around his waist. Then the other. Sam adjusted his weight, securing her hips to the wall by sliding his crotch against hers. Dear…God. The man’s erection, even shielded by his clothes, matched the rest of him. The bulge between her thighs was big, broad, throbbing…irresistible.

Which made the next moment a little unnerving.

All right…a lot unnerving.

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