Free For the Love of Sami by Fayrene Preston Page A

veins, and she moaned incoherently.
    "There’s never been anyone like you, Sami," he ground out. "I ache with wanting you."
    He lay her back on the bed and paused for a moment to shed his pants. Then he was beside her, molding her to him with sure, gentle hands, kissing her with warm, moist lips, beguiling her senses, bedazzling her mind, making her crazy with the magic that could only belong to Daniel. His fingers moved sensitively over her body, exploring her gently, bringing her to a heretofore-unreached level of passion.
    "Please, oh, please," she moaned into his mouth.
    There was such an incredible sweetness to the way Daniel made love to her, Sami thought hazily through the fogged mists of her desire. And when he moved over her, whispering, "Don’t be afraid," she could only answer, "I could never be afraid of you, Daniel."
    He eased into her slowly, pausing every time she made even the slightest sound. His motions were beautifully gentle, and when the pain came, he stopped, holding her tightly, murmuring softly to her, allowing her time to absorb the sensation. Then, with infinite care, he commenced again, and this time there was no pain.
    Unending circles of pleasure began to radiate out from the center of her being, growing stronger and more intense. Sami tensed, wanting desperately something she couldn’t put a name to.
    "Easy, sweetheart. . . relax," Daniel murmured huskily, ". . . just go with it . . . it’ll come."
    He bent his head to kiss her, deliberately holding himself back, thrusting slowly and deeply into her, until the pleasure turned to fire and the unending circles expanded, taking her higher and higher into a world of rapture and light. Only then did Daniel let go his restraint and join her with a fast, driving motion, and the lights exploded, splintering into a million brilliant fragments.
    Some time later, Sami made a sound of protest as she felt Daniel move away from her. "Don’t go."
    "Sssh. I’ll be right back." And he was. Parting her legs, he placed a warm, wet washcloth against her, gently and oh, so tenderly cleaning the area. "You bled a little," he explained quietly. Once finished, he lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hall to his bedroom, to his bed. Sami didn’t even open her eyes. She just turned back into him with a contented sigh, throwing her arm across his broad, finely furred chest, and went to sleep.
    Sometime in the night, she awoke to kisses being rained across her face, down her throat, and onto her breasts. Once again, a slow fever began to build in her, and this time, Daniel drew her with him easily, bringing them both to a spectacularly fulfilling crest at the same time.

     
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    The morning light woke her—or was it Daniel?
    Daniel.
    She opened her golden eyes to his. There was a texture to the touch of his eyes, and it was sensuous in the extreme.
    "Good morning," he murmured, and dipped his head to kiss her softly. "I think we’ll have champagne for breakfast. We have something to celebrate."
    "Only one thing?" Sami smiled, stretching lazily.
    Daniel chuckled. "Do you realize you slept the whole night through? Well," he amended with dry humor, "most of the night, anyway."
    Sami sat up, and the sheet fell to her waist, exposing her bare breasts. "That’s right. I did! I can’t even remember the last time I slept at night."
    Daniel pulled her back down to him. "You’ll do it again tonight."
    She shook her head. "No, I won’t. Last night was an exception."
    Leaning over her, he spread her hair out in a wild, tangled glory about her head.
    "You’ll sleep again, because you’ll be here," he said, his voice low and husky, "in my bed, beside me."
    Something warm and infinitely wonderful unfurled within her. "Are you asking me to come back tonight?"
    "I’m asking you never to leave, Sami. I’m asking you to live with me."
    She suddenly remembered what Jerome had said. "But you never ask any of your women to live with