Free Love me if you dare by Sabel Simmons Page B

available here in South Africa! No, my
love, you will have to grin and bear it.  Or are those muscles in your arms
only for show … no power below the appea …  eeeehhh” 
    Her
tirade ended in a shriek when those muscled arms she was busy belittling
grabbed her around her waist from behind and lifted her effortlessly high in
the air.  She twisted her neck to order him to put her down when he suddenly
bit down sharply on her bum.  The temptation of her sweetly rounded behind in
front of his face too much to resist.  She shrieked and slapped at his hands
around her waist.
    “Your
fiend!  Put me down this instant!” 
    He
lowered her immediately, but so slowly she wanted to scream.  His hot breath
and tantalizing lips tortured her through the thin silk blouse all the way up
her back to lazily caress and kiss the sensitive area at the base of her neck.
He was now holding her tight against him with his one arm clasped around her
waist, the other caressingly roaming up her arm, her feet still dangling in the
air. His hard and fully aroused body pressed into her soft curves.
    Heat
swirled inside her and when he stroked the tip of his fingers over her nipple
as softly as a butterfly’s touch, her nipple shriveled immediately into a hard
nub and liquid heat rushed straight to her core.  Her breath caught and she bit
back the moan just before it exploded from her lips.  The next moment she was
standing by herself and felt bereft without his heat and hard strength around
her.  Her passion induced mind took a moment to realize that the hurrying
footsteps Nicolas must have heard, but she surely did not, had come to a stop
behind them.  She took a deep breath to bring her traitorous body under
control.
    “Nicolas,
Sam, is everything alright? I thought I heard a scream.”  Her concerned eyes
swung from the one strained body to the next. Samantha cleared her throat and
turned to face the anxious Mary, but her gaze was caught by eyes that smoldered
so much heat at her, she nearly melted.  Then he smiled, turned and grabbed the
suitcases in his hands.
    “Of
course we are, Mary.  Samantha demanded I demonstrate the power of my muscles,
and I was only too happy to oblige.”  She sputtered indignantly but he laughed
and easily ran upstairs with the two massive suitcases as if they were
lightweights.
    “Show
off.”  She grumbled which only served to increase his laughter and Mary to
smile broadly.
    Nicolas
was already in bed reading a sales report, anticipating Samantha’s blow up any
moment.  He didn’t have long to wait and smiled broadly listening to her
ranting at Mary.
    “Who
gave him the right to decide which room I stay in?  I am going to stay in my
room and that is the end of it!”
    “But
Sammy, Nicolas is correct.  That room is too small for you and was suitable
when you were a child, but this room is airy, has its own balcony and a small
alcove with reading chairs.  You know how you like to read.”  Mary tried her
best to console Samantha.
    They
passed his door and he heard the door next to his open and the sliver of light
under the interconnecting door told him she had switched on the light.  He knew
what she would see.  He had the room redecorated and he prayed she would like
it.
    Samantha
stopped just inside the door.  Her eyes scanned the room in amazement. 
Everything was new; from the heavy oak sleigh bed to the dressing table with
its three-way split mirrors.  Two plush white arm chairs with a small oak table
in between sat in the alcove giving an inviting and cozy look. A narrow writing
desk with a white chair rounded off the picture.  There was a small lamp, with
a white shade and similar but bigger lamps on the bedside tables, which casted
the room in a soft romantic glow. Thick duck feather duvet and cushions were
covered in pristine white Egyptian cotton covers, complemented by the flowing
white extra-long curtains draping negligently over the floor.  A plush deep
purple carpet