on me as a stand-in anytime. I enjoyed it.”
Angel smiled back at him. “I believe that this was my first and last attempt at making Sam jealous. You saw him. He didn’t so much as move a muscle while I, on the other hand, danced the night away.” She looked out the window. “I think I’m deluding myself. He’s not going to forgive me.”
“If you want to talk about it …” he began, then glanced in his rearview mirror. He gave a low whistle. “Well, I don’t know about forgiving, but he definitely moved a muscle. I think that’s him coming up behind us now.”
Angel glanced out the back window. “Well, what do you know? It is him. I’d recognize that Harley anywhere.” Not to mention the powerful build of the man riding it. She easily remembered how it felt to be on the back of that powerful machine. How the smell of Sam’s leather jacket and the smoothness of it under her hands, still made her tremble with repressed desire. They had roared down the River Road, happy and carefree in their young love.
With a growl, the Harley passed them in a blur. Bob chortled. “If he’s not careful, he’s going to get a ticket. He’s driving like he’s being pursued by demons.” He glanced at her. “Maybe not demons but the little green monster called ‘jealousy’.”
“I do believe you’re right, Bob.”
He dropped her off at her door, refusing her offer of coffee. “He’s out here somewhere. We want to make him jealous, not murderous,” Bob smiled.
Angel watched Bob drive away into the night. She thought again about what a nice man he was. Maybe Frankie would be interested.
A soft growl rent the quiet street, growing increasingly louder. Angel smiled as she turned on the lamp by the window. Seconds later, she saw Sam drive down the street, pausing at her house. She couldn’t resist. She blew him a kiss.
Her cell phone pinged.
I’m coming in.
Excitement rushed through her. This was what she wanted. Tonight she would make him listen. She opened the door as he opened the gate, then turned her back on him and headed for the stairs and her personal quarters.
Sam jerked her round, his fingers sliding through her hair to pull her closer to his invading lips. She sighed at the sensual pleasure-pain that only he could give her. He slammed his mouth onto her. He thrust his tongue in and attacked her like he had been waiting forever for another taste of her. Her tongue dueled with his and their teeth clashed.
Mine. She is mine.
Sam’s mind repeated again the possessive words as he shoved her against the wall, lifting her legs and encircling his waist, the heels digging into his lower back. He welcomed the pain. It put him one step closer to thrusting into her. He felt her heat against his jeans, the thin silk of her panties deterring his impatient fingers.
“I don’t like panties.” he growled as he grasped them. With a twist, they tore away, leaving her open to his questing fingers. “You will never wear them again.”
“Well, not that pair anyway,” she murmured. She gasped as his thumb circled her clit.
“Not any pair, baby.” He thrust a finger in her slickness. “This is mine. I like it uncovered.” Sam thrust another finger into her tightness as he flicked her swollen nub. She exploded in his arms, pumping her pelvis against his hand as she climaxed.
She vaguely heard her home phone ringing, but then Sam unfastened his jeans, pulling his briefs down, and she lost all thoughts in her head. He was beautiful. She reached out to caress him, loving the feel of such hardness encased in velvet skin. She swiped at the pre-cum on the head, bringing it to her lips, remembering his taste from long ago.
“ Hey, sweetie. Just calling to check on you. You’re not answering your cell.” Frankie’s voice came across the answering machine, and Angel came out of her sensual haze in a snap. “How did the date go? Did you have Sam shaking with jealousy? I can’t wait to hear all the details.