Page 23 of Wild Card

Chapter Six

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She didn’t remember saying yes. Maybe she hadn’t. Maybe he’d just heard the cry that echoed from her heart, resonated through her being, drawing his cock inside her, as inevitable as the sun in her visions.

As undeniable as her love for him.

Ohhhh, shit.

She loved him.

The truth of it punched free as he peeled back the last of her defenses, replacing her barriers with the fullness of his body. Jen let it crash in, racking her in harder sobs, knowing this would be the only time she could. Between the tears she’d already shed and Sam’s relentless pace, she’d be able to weep for every woe in the world and get away with it at this point.

“That’s it, darlin’.” He was none the wiser, either—thank God. “Give it to me, Jenny.” His words were harsh and hot in her ear; his teeth dug into the flesh beneath. “Take me deeper. Deeper.”

She interrupted her sobs long enough to gasp as he shoved her dress higher. Then shriek as he reached beneath her bra, tugging hard at one nipple. Harder at the other.

“Sam! Shit!”

He twisted her nipple tighter. And again, the other. “Who am I?”

“Sir.” She panted it out, hissing as he pushed his knees between hers, pushing them out farther. “You are…Sir.”

He penetrated her deeper. “And who gives you all your pain…and all your freedom?”

“You. Only you, Sir.”

He growled low. Changed his pounding pace into a more determined drive. “And if we were still in the bar, who would you pick to fuck you?”

“You.” The confession cracked from emotion. “It’s always been you. Just you.”

He released a long breath against her neck. “Christ, Jenny. And it’s always been just you, too.” His thrusts were so deep, the clap of their bodies reverberated off the walls. The sound barely registered past the blood thrumming through her ears, especially as he snaked a hand between her legs from the front. “Come with me, beauty. Let it all go for me.”

She couldn’t have denied him if her life depended on it. As his knowing fingers stroked her to orgasm, she wondered if she was dying. Surely heaven didn’t give this kind of gift and expect nothing in return. Her nerve endings were fire. Her heartbeat was chaos. Every inch of her sex was an inferno, blazing and bright, convulsing and cataclysmic, squeezing over Sam’s cock with the needy desperation of a Tolstoy heroine.

Sam…

“Jenny. Oh fuck…Jenny.”

I love you…

“Take it all from me now, too.”

Yes!

He shoved in hard then froze. Groaned hard as his cock expanded against her walls then shot off. Bellowed as he exploded again and again in the dark, tight embrace of her body.

But the very next moment, Sam started pumping again. He threw a leg over, bracing his foot against the headboard, still slicing in and out, as if he hadn’t just climaxed with the gusto of a lion.

“Goddamn, woman,” he snarled. “It won’t stop. I can’t—” Another rough groan. Harder, harsher thrusts. “Fuck. Fuck.”

His lust whipped hers into a new frenzy. Within a minute, Jen’s sex grabbed him all over again, clenching his shaft as a new climax tumbled her into darker oblivion. “I can’t stop, either. I…can’t…” Unbelievably, it was better than the first. Waves of white heat demolished like a Biblical storm, ripping screams of ecstasy up her already-parched throat. Her senses dissolved. Her body shook.

Her world was changed.

The truth of it wrapped like ropes lashed to moorings in that storm, refusing to be loosened even after Sam released the cuffs and lowered the bed. It was still relentless as he pulled out, tossed the condom into the bin near the bed, then collapsed into the mountain of pillows—taking her with him.

Without a word he tucked her head against his chest, evoking deep intimacy though they lay there mostly clothed. His lungs still heaved like he’d just burned through an intense flight, raising her up and down. His heartbeat roared like afterburners beneath her ear.

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