Free Hot Mess by Lynn Raye Harris Page B

dings of scar tissue where he’d been injured. She was so damned emotional right now, and it was all because of him. Because she’d felt like there was something wrong with her, like she wasn’t all that desirable. Tim had left her for another woman. How could she not take that personally? How could she not think there was something wrong with her response in bed? If she couldn’t satisfy Tim, who had fairly vanilla tastes, what did that say about her?
    But then Sam had just made love to her in ways that were a revelation. He hadn’t treated her like a princess on a pedestal. He’d treated her like a woman with earthy tastes and needs, and she’d loved every moment of it. He hadn’t been rough, or even particularly kinky—he’d just been wrapped up in the moment, and so had she.
    And she damn well wanted more of the same.
    “Don’t lie, Georgie. Because if you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll do it again. I’ll start out wanting to be gentle, wanting to take you carefully, and I’ll end up forgetting and just taking you however I feel like.”
    She shivered. “Oh wow, I sure hope so.”
    He closed his eyes and tilted his head back and she pressed her mouth to his pec. She hadn’t gotten to taste him earlier, and she’d desperately wanted to. His skin was hot, salty, and she ran her tongue down to his nipple, swirling around it.
    His breath hissed in. “You’re making me hard.”
    Her stomach hollowed with need. “Oh goodie. Because I want you again, Sam. I need you to make me come.” She kissed his chest. “Over.” She moved her mouth lower. “And over.” She moved lower still. “And over…”

 
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    WHEN GEORGEANNE WOKE AGAIN, the sun was up and Sam was gone. She could hear him banging around in the kitchen, so she wasn’t worried. She stretched, her body rippling with pleasure.
    Sam was a force to be reckoned with in bed. And she was surprised to learn that she wasn’t far behind. She wanted to experience everything with him. She wanted his passion, his incredible body, his intense focus. When Sam made love to her, he committed himself fully to the act.
    His tongue and teeth were magic—as were his fingers, his cock, and the way he just knew how to touch her or move inside her at precisely the right moment. He’d made her scream his name too many times to count. He’d talked dirty to her when she’d tentatively asked him to. She hadn’t been sure if he would—or even if she would like it—but my God, the way her body clenched when he whispered that he was going to fuck her hard and fast. She’d shattered with little more incentive than those words and his body deep inside hers.
    She was, she was discovering, adventurous and enthusiastic. It was such a revelation after the last several years that she wanted to call Tim and Lindsey and tell them to kiss her ass.
    She wouldn’t, of course, because ladies did not act that way. She stifled a giggle when she thought of her beauty queen mother instructing her on proper etiquette and the ways in which a true lady behaved.
    A true lady probably didn’t ride her lover’s cock with abandon or beg him to suck her nipples hard while she came either. Both of those were things that Georgeanne had done last night.
    And she wasn’t sorry for it, either.
    She got up and went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and took a very quick shower before slipping into a maxi dress and piling her hair on top of her head. When she went into the kitchen in search of coffee, Sam was there, his back to her, scrambling eggs and fixing toast, and her heart just sort of melted.
    He was shirtless and he had a tribal tattoo that spread from his shoulder to the small of his back. She hadn’t noticed last night because she hadn’t exactly been looking there.
    “Wow, that must have hurt,” she said.
    He glanced at her, and her heart sort of skipped a little bit. He didn’t look like he was cutting himself away from her, but he didn’t look as open