Page 12 of Prey for You

Buried to the hilt, he stopped again and searched my gaze. And I knew.

He wanted to keep going. But he’d stop for me.

God, my husband washot.

“Don’t…”

He froze. I smiled.

“Don’tstop,”I whispered.

“Thank you,God,”Sam croaked. He switched hands locking my wrists, then lifted my other leg and urged me to hook my ankles at his back. Then, with me still bowed back, he planted his free hand on the tree, his forearm offering resistance against my shoulder as he clawed fingers into the bark for purchase and slammed into me.

I stopped trying to pull out of his grip and arched instead, reaching for him with my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke as he picked up the pace. Again, and again, and again.

Breath rasping, body singing, he pushed me closer and closer to that incredible limit. Pleasure coiled and swelled within me until I clenched on him so hard he shook and said my name on a guttural growl that slid between his teeth.

And still he stared at me.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My head sank back and my eyes closed because all I could do was arch and brace and mentally beg him tokeep going.Until I was pulsing around him and riding the edge of that wave, reading to plummet back to shore.

“Bridget…Bridget look at me,”Sam growled.

My eyes flew open and he swore. Releasing my hands finally, he grabbed my ass on both sides, pulling me higher and harder against him, breathing my name in shuddering gasps, his eyes bright pinpoints of light over his pupils that had become black pools of need.

A second before my orgasm hit, I sucked in and would have cried out, but Sam dove for my mouth, swallowing my cries,one hand cupping the back of my neck and holding me into his kiss as he drove me home.

Then I was tumbling, spiraling into that chasm of bliss, my body jerking and twitching, crying around his tongue for long seconds before he breathed,“Bridget… oh god,Bridget—!”andarched, his body shuddering, his hand fisting in my hair so hard some strands were pulled from the roots.

We were locked together there for an endless, speechless moment. Then Sam slumped, and my body went loose.

The sound of the cars on the road sucked back in slowly.

Sam pulled himself together first, straightening, holding me to him as we figured out how to extricate ourselves.

Then he dropped to crouch and brushed my bare foot clean with his hand before putting my foot back into my jeans, sliding my sock on and putting my foot in the shoe before he dragged himself up my body again, pulling my jeans back up, then kissing me as he buttoned them.

When he leaned back, I was still trembling, but also staring at him. No,gaping.

“What?” he asked with a little smile.

“You,” I breathed. “You’re… you’re perfect.”

He snorted but his smile pulled wider.“Hardly.”

“No, Sam, I mean it. You have that…Caininside. That animal drive that isn’t scared of me. And Ilove that—”

“Bridge, Cain is just a name I used—”

“I know. I know. I didn’t mean… I’m saying… you’ve got it all, Sam. That aggression and strength that isn’t intimidated by me. It makes everything exciting. And then… then you do stuff like that.”

His brows pinched together over his nose. “The shoe?”

“Yes, the shoe.”

His smile tipped higher on one side in a boyish grin that made me want to swoon like some stupid cartoon character. “You like being served, Bridge?”

I gave him a warning look. “I like being touched in any way that’s… pleasant. And some that aren’t.”

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