Page 112 of Prey for You

“Why don’t you try whatever you’re going to try, and see?”

The bastard ran his fingers between my legs, over the leggings, buthardso my body jangled, halfway between pleasure and pain, and my breath caught.

“That’s not submission, Bridget,” he growled.

“Not a surprise, since I’m not a sub,” I gasped. “Apparently you’re out of shape. Why should I give up when I might win?”

“Oh, you’ll win,” he rumbled. “Either way, you win, Bridget. Every time.”

Suddenly my wrists were free and his weight shifted again. But before I could claw into the dirt and run, he had grasped my leggings at both hips and yanked them down, baring my ass to the air.

Sam cursed at finding me bare underneath and I smiled. But then he ripped off the other glove too, and slipped his hands under the waistband and shoved them all the way down to my knees, dragging his fingers back up the insides of my thighs to tease me.

I caught my breath and considered running anyway, but then he slipped fingers where I wanted his touch and my body jolted and melted in the same breath.

“Already fucking hot for me…”

There was a low grunt and he fumbled for a second. I was about to turn when I felt him, thick and hard, right at my core.

His hand fisted the back of my hair and he jerked my head back, his stubbled jaw scraping my ear as he rasped,“God, I love you, Bridget.”

Then entered me so hard I saw stars again.

36. El Natural

~ SAM ~

I’d always found sex outside a special kind of joy. I loved it best when there was an opportunity to get naked and get air and sun on my skin. But between the dirt and the cold, that wasn’t going to be possible here.

Bridget cried out as I took her, her fingers clawing into the dirt to brace as I slammed all the way to the hilt. I groaned like I’d been shot, and didn’t give a fuck.

She felt incredible. Watching her for all that time had heightened my already rampant need, and now that I was touching her, now that she was bare in front of me…I was going to come.

God, don’t let me come!

Taking her hips in both hands, I pulled her back hard against my thrust, reveling in the cries it wrung from her. And now that I could be certain she wasn’t going to run again, I could take the risk.

I grabbed the top of the zipper on my hoodie and yanked it all the way down to bare my torso, then leaned over her and did the same for her—only to be frustrated by the camisole she wore underneath her little jacket.

Snarling, I grabbed the hem of it at her stomach and pulled it up, higher and higher, shoving it up until the built-in bra waspushed up and over her breasts and I could touch her. I groaned when I filled my hands with her and pumped into her faster.

Bridget was still leaning on her elbows in the dirt, but her body was tightening around me already. Neither of us would last long like this and I couldn’t decide if that was fantastic, or stupid.

Straightening my back, I wrapped her hand around my fist and pulled her head back again.

“See,” I gasped. “I told you.”

“Told me what?”

“Told you that you’d take it anyway.”

She spluttered, but didn’t have time to laugh before I reached around and began to finger her, groaning when she tightened in response, but not letting up because we didn’t have a lot more chances to do this, and I wanted her shaking.

“Sam…Sam…”

“Come for me, baby.Come for me.”

Her breath stopped, and I pumped again, rubbing her, sliding, pressing hard enough I worried I might hurt her, my own breath hitching as she pulsed and keened and drew closer and closer.

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