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He inhaled her sweet scent as he licked the length of her
slit up to her clit. She moaned and twisted against the sheets when he began
circling the engorged nub with his tongue.

Using his thumbs, he opened her lips wider and completely
tasted her, letting his tongue dive into her heat. The soft folds of her pussy
clenched with each lick.

The tiny moans she made and the way her body reacted to his
every touch were more of a turn-on than anything he’d experienced with anyone
else.

Her hips arched in tune with his strokes and when she
whispered his name, he knew she was close.

And he wanted to be inside her when she came.

“You’d better not be finished,” she gasped as he lifted his
head.

Finished?
Not if someone held a gun to his head.
Without responding, he grabbed a condom from the drawer, ripped it open and
sheathed himself in record time. Later, he’d let her do it. Now, there was no
way in hell he’d let her touch him.

Talking required too much effort. His balls pulled up
agonizingly tight and his cock wanted in her now. Like a heat-seeking missile,
it found its target.

He’d tasted her juices so he knew she was wet but when he
buried his cock inside her, he stilled. She was so tight he was afraid he’d
come without any further movements.

“Damn,” he ground out.

She must have read his mind. “It’s been a long time for me,”
she murmured as she shifted underneath him.

That changes now.
But he didn’t say the words. He
couldn’t. His throat clenched too tight for words to escape.

With her arms stretched above her head, her breasts pushed
out like a feast for him. He traced a finger around one breast, circling her
nipple. She sighed in appreciation and arched her back.

He leaned down and took her other breast in his mouth. He
licked and laved the rock-hard nub as he rolled the other in his palm. Tiny
mewling sounds escaped her but he couldn’t understand anything she was saying.

With each thrust, her pussy clenched so tightly around him,
it took all his effort to restrain himself. His cock ached to release but he’d
be damned if she didn’t find release before he did.

One hard suck on her nipple was all it took for her to
climax. She clenched around him like a vise, her pussy milking him with no
mercy. Hot damn she was sensitive. Dynamite in his hands. He just had to hit
the right spot.

Her ankles locked around his back as he started moving in
tune with her whimpers. Her cream washed over his cock like a waterfall as he
pounded into her.

And just like that he exploded. Gripping her slim hips, he
lost himself inside her. Being with Adrianna was nothing like his fantasies.
He’d jerked off to the thought of her more than once but the reality…the
reality was almost too much. In a few long hard thrusts, he came like a man
who’d been in prison for a decade.

Everything around him came back into focus as he stared down
at her body. A light sheen of sweat covered her forehead though he was sure he
looked a lot worse.

Though his body protested, he pulled out of her and forced
himself to let go of her hips. She hissed when he withdrew.

“Hold on darlin’.” He discarded the condom then released the
ties around her wrists. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and
pulled him down onto the bed with her.

“Wow,” she whispered against his cheek before falling back
against the pillow.

Wow didn’t even begin to cover it. He tugged the sheet up so
it covered them both and shifted her body so that her backside was tucked
against him. The sound of her steady breathing greeted his ears, telling him
she’d already fallen asleep.

His cock was already lengthening again but that was too damn
bad. Closing his eyes, he draped his arm around her waist and savored the feel
of her smooth skin. He didn’t know if she completely understood what he’d meant
earlier but Adrianna Campbell was his now.

Chapter Three

Adrianna snuggled under the comforter. She was sore all
over. Definitely a good kind of sore but her body had used muscles last night
she’d forgotten about. Like a freaking machine, Sam had woken her two more
times during the night.

She heard the sound of the door opening and pulled the
covers higher over her head. If he thought she could go another round without
some kind of sustenance, he was out of his damn mind.

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when the covers were
ripped from her.

“Get out of bed, lazy bo—”

Clutching only a pillow and completely naked, she stared at
a wide-eyed Malcolm Santos. At least the older ranch hand looked just as
surprised as she felt. Actually, the white-haired man looked like he might have
a heart attack. His eyes bulged out and he clasped a hand over his heart.

For what felt like an eternity, they stared at each other
until he tossed the cover back at her and turned around, nearly tripping over
his boots as he did.

“Shit Adrianna, I didn’t know you’d arrived,” he mumbled.

The back of his neck was red so despite the embarrassing
situation she managed to smile. “It’s okay, I got in late last night.”

“Just so you know, this is Sam’s room now,” he mumbled
again.

She bit back a laugh. Yeah, she certainly knew this was his
room. Before she could respond, Sam walked through the door.

“Where the hell were you?” Malcolm’s voice had an accusing
edge to it, each word rising as he spoke to Sam.

Sam’s gaze went from his friend back to where Adrianna
clutched the covers against her chest. “I was in the stables. What the hell are
you doing here?”

“I wanted to go over the inventory but…” Without finishing
his sentence, he rushed from the room, his cowboy boots thudding down the
hallway and stairs.

“I think you embarrassed him.” Sam chuckled as he took off
his Stetson and started to unbutton his worn flannel shirt.

“Him? I almost had a heart attack when he ripped the covers
off me.”

His big hands stilled at the top of his jeans. “He what?”
The quiet edge to his voice surprised her.

“Uh, yeah, he thought I was you.”

A dark shadow played across his face.

She shook her head and threw the covers off herself, earning
an appreciative look from Sam. “Don’t get all alpha. He didn’t know I was in
here and he’s gotta be pushing sixty.”

She slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He caught
her by the waist before she’d taken two steps and tugged her by the hips until
she was flat against him. With each intake of breath, her breasts rubbed
against his toned body. The hair on his chest stroked her already sensitized
nipples, sending shocks to all of her nerve endings.

“I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine,” he murmured before
taking her mouth with his own.

His lips were soft yet dominating. She ran her hands up his
chest and clutched his shoulders, savoring the feel of skin on skin.

His hands glided around her waist and up her back, caressing
her. The feel of his calloused fingers ignited new sensations. When he started
grinding his erection against her pussy, she pulled her head back and pressed a
light hand on his chest. “I desperately need a shower and food.”

Without waiting for a response, she untangled herself from
his embrace and hurried to the attached bathroom. If she let herself, she’d
forget to even eat around him. While she’d love nothing more than to stay in
bed all day and pretend yesterday hadn’t happened, she had things to take care
of. Her father’s death still hadn’t completely sunk in but as the heir to Campbell
Ranch, she’d have responsibilities to take care of now.

Instead of waiting for the shower to steam up, she stepped
under the powerful jet while it was still cold, letting the icy water rush over
her hair and body. The abrupt jolt to her system raked chills over her but it
had the intended effect. She was now wide awake.

The shower was more than big enough for two. Maybe later she
and Sam would get to test it out. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

As she reached for the shampoo bottle, the shower curtain
jangled as it jerked back.

“You’re not getting away that easily.” Sam stepped into the
shower completely naked and plucked the bottle from her hands. “Turn around,”
he growled, the two words an order.

She placed a hand on her hip and drank in the sight of him.
When her gaze rested on his shiny cock, she gasped. “Are you already wearing a
condom?” The man was definitely like a machine.

Amusement danced in his dark eyes for a split second. “
Turn
around
.”

Adrianna did as he asked. Closing her eyes, she let the now
warm-and-getting-hot water rush over her chest, stomach and legs waiting for
him to do whatever he planned. A strange anticipation danced in her belly at
the unknown.

Sam gathered her wet hair and pushed it forward over her
shoulder so that it cascaded over one of her breasts.

Her body was tense, every muscle pulled taut as she waited
for him to make his move. Last night had been incredibly hot. Using any form of
bondage had been a new thing for her and something she doubted she’d have ever
done with anyone but Sam.

One of his strong hands settled on her hip as she felt his
lips press onto her back. He feathered kisses down her spine as one hand moved
around to cover her pussy.

In delicate strokes, he began massaging her clit with his
finger while his tongue caressed her back. She’d never thought of the back as
particularly sexy or even an erogenous zone but while Sam lathered kisses lower
and lower, it was like fireworks exploded inside her at the delicate touch.

“Hands on the wall,” he murmured in between kisses.

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She twisted so that her
hands were on the large wall instead of the one behind the shower jet. The cool
tile was in contrast to her body, which felt like an inferno. Water sprayed her
hips and legs but cool air rushed over the rest of her body, increasing the
dual hot and cold sensations shooting through her.

Adrianna had been fantasizing about Sam for way too long and
the reality was more than she’d imagined. When he raked his teeth over her ass,
she involuntarily jerked. He chuckled against her skin and the action sent
reverberations through her entire being.

Shifting, he pressed the front of his body against the full
length of her back. His cock pressed into the cleft of her ass.

Slowly, his hands slid up her hips, covered her ribs, then
cupped her breasts completely. He held them for a moment, as if weighing them,
before lightly stroking her nipples into tight buds.

“Does this feel good?” he murmured into her ear.

“Mmm,” was all she could manage. If he expected her to talk,
he’d lost his mind. The only thing she wanted to do right now was feel.

He ground his erection against her back as he rolled and
pinched her aching buds between his fingers.

When he removed one of his hands from her breast, she started
to voice her displeasure but he ran that hand down her back and entered her
pussy from a different angle. She sighed in appreciation.

Slowly, he pressed open her lips before slipping two fingers
inside her. She was dripping wet. Her juices coated his fingers as they ran
down her thighs and legs. Instinctively she tried to clench her legs together
but he used his leg to push and keep them apart.

Her hands and fingers pressed into the tile but there was no
give. She wanted to climb the walls as he pushed a third finger inside her and
began dragging them against her inner walls.

“Stay,” he ordered as he stepped away from him.

Immediately her body mourned the loss of his talented hands.
Her breasts and pussy ached for him to touch her.

Before she realized what he was doing, she felt and heard
the shower turn off. She turned around at the jingle of the shower curtain. In
confusion she stared at him but he pressed a hungry kiss to her lips before
grasping her hips and turning her around again.

“Hands on
this
wall.” He guided her hands to the
opposite wall as he covered them with his own stronger ones.

When she glanced to her left, she understood exactly what he
wanted.

She sucked in a breath at the sight they made in the mirror.
His skin, darkened by the sun, painted an erotic picture against her much paler
body.

She watched in fascination as he removed one of his hands
from covering hers on the wall. Sam traced a path down her arm and body until
he covered her mound. From their angle, she could only see his hand between her
legs but she could certainly feel what he was doing. Ribbons of pleasure flowed
through her.

He pressed a finger over her clit and in slow, fluid
motions, rubbed between her folds. Without warning, he thrust his cock inside
her.

Her vision clouded and her back arched at the sudden
intrusion. Her pussy expanded as she once again adjusted to his size.

When their gazes locked in the mirror, she couldn’t have
torn herself away from him if she wanted to. His dark eyes seemed to devour her
as he began pounding into her from behind.

The sound of his balls slapping against her and the rush of
blood in her ears as they fucked were the only things she could hear.

For a moment she looked away but he stopped his movements.
“Look at us,” he growled.

Obeying his command, she once again stared at their image in
the mirror. He slowly pulled out almost completely, then drove into her. Last
night she’d finally realized Sam’s primal reaction to her but seeing him in the
bright lights of the bathroom was a different experience.

He repeated the movement again and again, taking his time
with each thrust. The drag of his cock against her inner walls was too slow.
She was on the brink of release and he was intent on teasing her. Something
told her he knew exactly what he was doing, too.

Scooting back on her tiptoes, she tried to force him deeper
but he just chuckled and gripped her hips, keeping her firmly in place.

“We do this my way.” His words sent chills down her spine.

“Okay,” she whispered.

It was like her compliance set off a firecracker. Still
staring at her in the mirror, he once again pushed inside her to the hilt and
stayed there. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, milking and sucking him. All he
had to do was move just a little and she’d push over the edge.

He must have seen the need, the desire in her eyes, because
he grinned before nipping her shoulder. “You belong to me, Adrianna.” His quiet
words caressed her body.

She murmured something inaudible in response. Even she
didn’t know what she was saying. All she wanted was to come.

“Say it,” he whispered.

“Please,” she moaned.

“No.” He pinched one of her breasts and palmed the other in
small circles but he remained still inside her.

“Fuck me, Sam.” The words tore from her gut.

“First say it,” he commanded in that deep, intoxicating
voice.

“I belong to you,” she practically screamed. “Now fuck me!”

A triumphant grin spread across his handsome face but she
didn’t care. All she wanted was that elusive release only he could give her.

The smell of their sex surrounded them as he pounded into
her. Water from her soaked hair probably mixed with her sweat rolled down her
back as her pussy fisted around him, milking him tighter and tighter until her
juices and cream released in climax.

Through a haze she could see his dark eyes in the mirror but
it took too much energy to focus as the orgasm ripped through her with
unexpected fury.

She grasped at the wall and dropped her head as she rode
through the waves of pleasure.

Behind her, he grunted and moaned out her name as he buried
himself inside her one last time. Panting, she finally stepped forward. Her
body didn’t give him up easily though. Her vagina made a popping sound as she
shifted away.

“Damn,” he muttered.

Chuckling, she turned around to face him on wobbly legs.
“You can say that again.”

Cupping her face, he leaned down and kissed her. His tongue
gently teased open her lips, tracing along the inside of her mouth before he
nibbled on her bottom lip.

After a few moments, he pulled away and leaned his forehead
against hers. “If I’d known how it would be between us, I’d never have waited
this long.” Before she could respond, he pulled the curtain back into place and
turned the shower back on.

The water hit them with a blast but his broad shoulders took
the brunt of it. Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around his waist and
pressed her body against the length of his firm, muscular chest and legs. “Why
did you push me away all those years ago?” she whispered.

She held her breath waiting for an answer.

Instead of responding, he shifted so that she was standing
under the pulsing stream. “I’ve got to go talk to some of the hands and let
them know I’ll be unavailable for the next couple of days, okay?”

Adrianna wanted to argue but she’d known Sam long enough to
read the tight set of his jaw. If he didn’t want to answer her right now, fine.
She’d get him to tell her soon enough. And she didn’t mind using sex to get her
answers.

* * * * *

Adrianna snapped her phone shut and laid it on the kitchen
table. One hour and four phone calls later, she felt absolutely drained.
Planning her father’s funeral seemed surreal and if she was honest, she didn’t
know that she’d be handling it as well as she was without Sam’s presence.

True, she hadn’t seen him for about an hour but she knew he
was around the ranch somewhere and that was good enough for her. She’d talked
to the minister handling the service, to the funeral home and to two of the
biggest gossips in town. They assured her they’d let everyone know everything
would be out at the ranch.