Page 37 of Lush Curves

“Jax Hamill isnothinglike Billy Matthews,” she said fiercely. “Not at all, despite any mistakes Jax might have made in his life. He lives agoodlife now, and seeing as my daughter is in it,that’sall I care about.”

“What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes.” Sam set his plate down on the coffee table, took Annie’s from her as well. “What about you having a man living a good life inyourlife?”

“Oh.” Right away, she dropped those gorgeous eyes down and away. “Oh, well… I don’t think that I really –”

“No. Annie, no. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t say that you don’t need it, or want it, or deserve it. Because youdo. You deserve it, you always have.” Those dark eyes were doing that soul-staring thing again, and all she could do was gaze up helplessly. “And you need it, I know that as well as you do. But most of all, honey, youwantit.” His fingers traced the curve of her lips; he smiled at how cool they felt from the ice cream, wondered how sweet they were going to taste. “Tell me, Annie. Do you want this? Want me?”

“I…” she whispered. “I want…”

“Say it, princess. Say it, just to me.”

“I want this,” she murmured, loving the fiery touch of his fingertips. She fought the urge to lick his fingers, to pull them into her mouth and suck. “I – I need it. Needyou… Sam, please…”

“I need you too, baby. Need younow.”

“Yes…”

That was all that Annie managed to get out before Sam’s mouth descended on hers. His kiss was the most intoxicating mix of savage and tender, of passionate and adoring, ofthis is fucking mineand sweet generosity. The kiss felt like the man himself; it was pureSam.

And God help her, but she wanted him, all of him, for as long as she could have him, as many times as she could take him. Any pesky lingering worries about their age difference, their educations, their jobs, had melted away at the touch of his lips.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, he drew back, no more than two inches, and pinned her with that intense dark stare.

“Annie?”

“Yes?” she whispered back, suddenly uncertain. “Is something wrong?”

“Not from my side, honey. But there’s still something that you need to tell me.”

“Tell you…”

He shook his head, looked mock-exasperated. “I said that I wasn’t going to make love to you until you told me something?”

“Oh!” She almost jumped in realization. “Yes! Idohave to tell you something.”

“Go on then, baby.” He grinned at her, his fingers lazily running through her hair. "I'm listening."

"I – I believe, Sam." She bit her lip. "In you, in us. In – in me. I know that you're here with me because you... find me attractive. Youwantto be here, you..." She dropped her eyes. "You're here because you believe, too."

He gazed at her silently, then raised her chin with gentle fingers.

"Do you want me to make love to you, Annie?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, please."

His cock throbbed. "Say it again."

"Please, Sam." She wound her arms around his neck, lifted her lips to his. "Please make love to me."

He made a sound deep in his throat, a sort of dark growl, and Annie felt her pussy open, wet and ready. God, the thougt of taking this man inside of her was almost too much – but thinking about it wasn't enough. She had to have him, feel him, take him.

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