Free Voluptuous by Natasha Moore Page B

said to her since
then? Did she dare?
    A knock at her door made her jump and sent her heart racing.
Who would be knocking at her door in the middle of the night? A stupid hope
flared in her chest.
    “Meredith? Are you awake?”
    She flew to the door. It was Sam. She’d so wanted it to be
him. She flung open the door to see him standing there looking sexy and hopeful
and better than he’d ever looked before. He held a pizza box.
    “I don’t have anyone to share cold pizza with in the middle
of the night,” he said with a small, hopeful grin. His jaw was shadowed more
than normal and his jeans and sweatshirt looked as if they’d been slept in. “I
saw your light. Hungry?”
    She backed away to let him in. “Starved.”
    He strode into the living room and set the pizza box down on
the coffee table. Then he turned to look at her, still holding the door open.
He lifted his brow. “Waiting for someone else?”
    She blushed, shut the door. Fell back against it. “No.”
    “Come here, sweetheart.”
    “I don’t know if I can.” She clutched the blanket tighter
around her. “I’m scared, Sam.”
    “I know. I finally figured that out.” He crossed the room
and took her hand. “You scared me too.”
    Meredith frowned, let him draw her over to the sofa. “How
did I scare you?”
    He dropped her hand and sat down on the sofa. He looked up
at her with that same exasperated expression he’d had before he pulled her over
his knee and spanked her for talking badly about her size. Her pussy quivered.
Her heart began to pound.
    “I finally found a woman I could be myself with,” he said,
his voice getting lower, slower. “A woman I enjoyed being with, in bed and out.
A woman who liked the same things I did. And instead of being happy about it,
she walked away from me. She pushed me away. She didn’t want to give me a
chance.”
    “I…”
    He rubbed his palms together slowly, as if he was warming
them. She could already feel them on her skin. “I’m not happy about that,
Meredith.”
    “I know.” She swallowed. She’d been so wrong to push him
away. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t want me that I guess I walked away from you
before you could walk away from me.” He was everything she wanted. Everything
worth risking her heart for. “I’m sorry.”
    “You should be.” The sparks of amusement in his eyes belied
the terse tone of his voice. “I think you deserve to be punished for the hell
you’ve put me through this week.”
    She’d been through hell this past week too. And it had been
all her fault. She’d never been so unhappy in her entire life. “I’m sorry. I
was wrong.” She took a deep breath, felt the thrill of anticipation buzzing
beneath her skin. “I was such a bad girl.”
    “Yes, you were.” He patted his lap. “You know what to do.”
    Meredith dropped the blanket. Sam moaned when he saw she was
naked underneath. He grabbed her wrist but instead of pulling her over his lap,
he drew her in for a hot kiss. She was on her knees on the sofa in an instant,
straddling his lap, her lips crushed by his. How could she have thought she
could ever live without his taste? Without his touch?
    Too soon he pulled away.
    “That’s what you could have had for the past week,” he
growled. “Every day. Every night. We could have been kissing and hugging and
fucking. I should have tied you to the bed and not let you go.”
    “Sam…”
    “Meredith…”
    She cupped his face and kissed him softly, putting as much
emotion as she could into the caress of her lips over his.
    He grabbed her wrists. “Enough stalling. Over my knee.”
    She took a deep breath, not wanting to disobey him but not
wanting to go further until she let him know how she felt. “I just want to say
one thing first.”
    He stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb. “What’s
that?”
    She squirmed on his lap. His cock was hard behind his zipper
where it rubbed against her pussy. “When you’re done with my