“Is everything all right, Mr Perry?” Darrell asked when he saw Samson and Isabella come out of the theater, and walk towards the car.
“Yes Darrell” Samson replied, “Just drive us back home.” His hand was still wrapped around Isabella’s waist, and the thought of getting his hands on her bare skin was driving him crazy. Right now, he wasn’t in the mood to answer any of Darrell’s questions. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he would be able wait until they got to his place.
Darrell nodded and opened the door.
Isabella slipped inside and Samson followed. As soon as the car began to move, Isabella put her hands on both side of his face and pulled him closer. The simple gesture turned him on even more. It made him know just how much she wanted him and simply knowing that she was as eager as he was was sexy as hell.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the feeling arcing through him like a sizzling bolt of electricity.
“Baby. You are beautiful.” Isabella whispered.
Baby. Beautiful. No one had ever called him Baby..
Or beautiful, he thought. And he didn’t fail to notice the note of awe coating the compliment. It shook him for some reason, and a niggling sense of…something…teased him. But he shoved it away. Now, with his hands on Isabella, with her storm-whipped rain and fresh roses scent embracing him, there wasn’t room for thoughts of anything else. Everything and anyone else disappeared. She was sensual, golden-bronze flesh-and-bone. She was hot, pounding blood coursing through him. She was his insanity, his hunger brought to vivid life.
She was here. For him.
Her gaze darted to the side, toward the front of the car and his driver. “The divide is soundproof,” he assured her, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip and she nipped at it with her teeth.
Another moan clawed free of him. Damn, he’d been aching-literally aching-to get his mouth on her. To taste her. Reaching for the console in front of the seat, he lifted the hood and hit a button, and another panel, this one smoke-tinted, slid across, concealing them.
“Are you good?” he asked. His dick throbbed, and he gritted his teeth.
He could wait until they reached their destination, but fuck if he or his dick wanted to. He needed to be inside her. From the moment he’d seen her that first night at the bar, he’d craved this. From the moment he had kissed her at his house, he had envisioned those eyes gleaming with the arousal he’d stirred. Pictured her sweet body bowing and twisting for him. Hadn’t been able to stop wondering if she would take him slow and easy, or hard and wild. God, he’d almost driven himself insane wondering that. Her eyes were such a deep and beautiful green. Those sooty lashes a dark sweep against the creaminess of her cheeks. Her mouth, those full and pouting lips that had just felt the moist touch of her tongue, was tempting him to do the same. She smelled so damned good too: a mixture of some elusive floral scent and a warm and sexy femininity… Samson gave a low groan in his throat as he felt his body respond to her, his thighs stirring, hardening, pulsing, aching!
She nodded, but he shook his head. “You really want this?”
“Yes, Samson” she breathed, giving his neck one last squeeze. She removed her hand, replacing it with her mouth, trailing a path up his throat, over his chin until she hovered over his lips. Even the way she spoke his name, so huskily, so warily, was arousing. Too much so for Samson to be able to resist tasting her. He needed to taste her, with the feel of those slender curves pressed against his much harder ones, the crush of the softness of her breasts against his chest, her thighs against his…
They were so close to each other that Isabella could feel the heat of his body enveloping her, and that heat and the subtle scent of him were acting like a drug on her already heightened senses. The same senses that had been on alert from the moment she first set eyes on this man.
Sight. Smell. Touch… Isabella gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. At least so she could be sure that she really wanted to do this. She had never let things go so fast with any man before, but there was something about this man that she was drawn to, and seemed to have no control over her attraction to him.
“I want this,” she said to him, kneeling on the seat so she rose over him. “I want you”
She crushed her mouth to his. The kiss wasn’t patient, wasn’t tentative. Her tongue thrust forward, parried with his, tangling and dueling.
She took him as if she knew exactly what he liked, what he needed. It seemed… right. Something-a thought, a warning, maybe-tickled the back of his skull, but as she sucked on his tongue, drawing on him as if he were everything she needed to survive, that inkling winked out. Nothing mattered but the intoxicating, addictive taste of her.
Fiercely. Hungrily. Crushing, parting her lips beneath his, Samson deepened the kiss. His tongue surged past her lips and into the heated cavern of her mouth. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt as he met and returned the intensity of the kiss. Those fingers tightened and she held on to the material for support as desire ripped shockingly through her body. She could feel her breasts swelling, the nipples hard and aching, the warmth between her thighs becoming a burning sensation as she felt herself becoming wet and swollen with a need she had never known before.
She could feel the pulse of Samson’s arousal against her as he pressed her even closer against him. Every long, thick, hard inch of him throbbed rhythmically against her, in a promise that would ease the increasing ache between her thighs as he surged powerfully inside her.
Samson didn’t care if she was human anymore. Did even worry that things could get completely out of control. She tasted so good. Felt so good. The softness of her curves was a perfect fit against the hardness of his.