Free Forever After (Montana Brides) by Leeanna Morgan Page A

pants ended up across the room and Nicky slid off the bed. She was tired of playtime. Standing beside him, she let her hands and mouth explore his body. Sam’s heart hammered under the palm of her hand as her teeth grazed his nipples.  
    Moving lower, she used her fingertips to trace the outline of his erection. Fire blazed from his eyes when her touch became more wanton, more demanding.   His breath exploded in a groan as her mouth followed her hands, licking and caressing his body until his hips bucked against her body.
    Reaching down, he hauled her upright. “My turn,” he whispered. Running his hands along the edge of her silk panties, he dipped his fingers below the lace, gently moving the pads of his fingers in slow deep circles. Her body clenched as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body, leaving her aching for more. A groan escaped her lips as she rode his hand, needing the release that only his body could satisfy.  
    His hand moved to her waist, leaving her body a wreathing mass of need spinning out of control.  
      “Don’t stop now,” she moaned.
      “Condom,” he growled. Reaching over to the bedside table, he yanked the drawer open, fumbling with the foil packet.  
    Grabbing the condom out of his hands, Nicky rolled it slowly down his hard length.  
    He gasped. “I’m not going to last if you keep moving your hands like that.”
    Tugging him forward, she pulled him onto the bed. “You don’t need to last. I need you inside of me, Sam Delaney. Now.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” A smile that was pure wolf slipped across his face.
    Nicky opened her legs as Sam moved toward her. She welcomed him into her body with an abandonment that shocked her. As they teased and tormented each other, the rest of the world disappeared. Bare skin slapped against bare skin. Need consumed her mind and body in a tight, reckless, explosion that left her breathless and spent.
    Dropping her legs to the bed, she gasped for breath.  
    Sam rolled onto his side, dragging her toward him in a one armed hug. Using his other hand, he pushed her damp hair off her face. “That was amazing.”.
    Resting her hand on his stomach, Nicky rubbed her fingers through his dark hair. Sam’s heart thudded against the side of her face..  
    Silence echoed around the room.
    “Nicky?”
    “Mmm?”
    “What are you thinking?”
    Her fingers stopped moving. Thinking could be dangerous. If she’d done a little more thinking and less touching, then she wouldn’t be having this conversation. In bed. With Sam. “I’m thinking that it’s been a long time since I’ve had such incredible sex.” Two years to be precise. And she hadn’t learned a thing in the intervening years. “And I’m also thinking that it wasn’t the brightest thing I’ve ever done.”
    Sam frowned. “Having sex with me?”
    “Having sex with my boss and the man I swore I’d never have sex with again.” Sitting upright, she pulled the cotton sheet up to her armpits. She was hot, sweaty, and fast moving into grumpy. And she only had herself to blame.  
    She should have run at the first sign of the flowers and candles, but did she listen to the warning bells screaming through her brain? No. She’d listened to her rumbling stomach.  
    Turning her head sideways, she looked across at Sam’s naked chest and winced. What had she done?
    Sex. Hot, heady, incredible sex that had been sugar coated in the most delicious packaging a woman could ever want or need. That’s what she’d done. With a man who didn’t know what the word commitment meant. With a man who traded girlfriends like baseball cards. With the man who’d torn her heart in two and didn’t even know it.
    Sam brushed his hand gently down her arm. “What’s so wrong about sleeping together?”
      “There wasn’t any sleeping involved, for one thing. And we’re supposed to be working with each other, not getting all hot and steamy under the sheets together.”
    Sam’s hand stopped moving.