Free Just Perfect by Lynn Hunter

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a soft cushion.  Then he settled down next to her with his arm stretched out
behind her.  The heat of his body seeped through her clothes warming her skin.
    “Let me take you out tonight.  We can get to know each
other.  If you decide then that you’re not interested, then I'll leave you
alone.  As long as you're honest.”
    She stiffened and tried to stand.  “You are unbelievable!” 
    Before she knew what was happening, she found herself flat
on her back with him hanging over her.  His expression tight and his eyes hard.
    “No more games, Lily.  Why do you pretend you don't want
me?  I can see it. I've felt it,” he growled.
    Her nipples tightened and her panties became wet.  It was
happening again.  A whimper came out before she could stop it.
    “I'm not used to this feeling.  I'm not ready for it,” she
admitted honestly “it's scary.”
    His face softened. “I'm not used to it either.  I’ve never
wanted anyone this much.”
    His understanding tone brought tears to her eyes.
    “I want to try, Lily. I can be good for you if you stop
fighting me.”  His gaze traveled from her face down her body.  I like this
dress, Lily.  So pretty.”  He touched the hem and fingered the material.  His
hard fingers grazed her thigh and it sent warmth to her core.  He wedged his
big body between her legs and gave her some of his weight.
    He groaned deeply. “You feel so good under me.” He leaned
down and brushed a soft kiss on her lips. “Does it feel good to you?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, “it feels good.” She couldn't help the
upward tilt of her hips to put more pressure on her clit.
    “Yeah,” he adjusted so his hard shaft was pressing against
her, “this feels better, doesn't it?”
    “Oh, yes,” she grabbed his shoulder and tried to grind
upward.
    “Tell me what you want,” he said in her ear then trailed his
lips across her cheek to her lips.
    She opened her mouth and kissed him frantically, unable to
get enough of his taste.  He lifted off her and knelt between her thighs
    “Pull up your dress, baby.” His gaze riveted on her hips. 
    She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up her thighs.
The way he looked at her made her feel so beautiful and feminine.  How had she
attracted a man like him?  He was so out of her league.
    As excited as she was, things had to slow down.  She licked
her lips. “Sam?”
    He put his warm hand on her knees. “Yeah?”
    “Is this getting to know each other?”
    His hands paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
    “I think we should.  I don't know how I feel about this and,
to be honest, you're a little intimidating.” She said trying to be as honest as
she could.
    His jaw clenched and he gave her a dark look.  “I'm not trying
to intimidate you.  I'm trying to make you feel good.  You want me, I know you
do.”
    “I don't know anything about you.”
    He raised an eyebrow at her, “I tried to get you to spend
time with me. This,” he motioned to their position, “seems to be the only thing
I do that you seem to like.”
    Oh no! He was right.  She struggled to sit up.
    Sam grabbed her flailing form and pulled her to him so she
straddled his lap. “Stop!” He shouted when she kept struggling.
     
    She froze instantly turning wide eyes on him.  Sam held back
his irritation.  “There's nothing wrong with you, dammit.  It's okay to want to
be touched,” he paused “as long as it's by me.” He didn't want her to decide
she liked being touched and let some other asshole besides him touch her.
    Oh shit. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his
head back on the sofa.  He wanted her so bad he ached.  He took a couple deep
breaths to calm his body and was going to let her go when she rested her slight
weight against him and tucked her head under his chin.  He sat very still not
wanting to ruin the moment.  Slowly, he brought a hand up to stroke her back.
    “I haven't been touched in so long.  It feels so