Catching Sam: Book 2 of 5: The MacDonald Brothers by Emily Matthews (free novels .TXT) 📕

is what I mean. You have a horrible sense of humor, and you snort-laugh. I know you a little better already.”

She jabbed him playfully in the stomach. “I think slowing down the sex train is a good idea. I don’t want you to think I sleep around. I don’t. I already feel bad about giving up the milk without selling you the cow. Or is it giving you the cow without the milk? I don’t know. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

He laughed. “Yes, I get it. You don’t normally have sex on the first date.”

“It wasn’t even a date! Please don’t think I’m a tramp.”

“I don’t. I won’t. As long as you don’t think badly of me either.”

“Deal. We can’t put the genie back in the bottle, but we can go slower from here on out. I mean, if you’re serious about hanging out.”

“I am. We’ll figure something out.”

“All right. I think you’re crazy and that you’ll tire of me soon, but if you want to hang out sometimes, I’m okay with that. I don’t have any other friends. Also, I won’t tell anyone at the office. I know you’ve been burned by women before, and I want you to know I’m not that type of woman.”

“That’s exactly what all the women who burned me said,” he said.

“Well, if we hang out long enough, you’ll see. You can trust me.” She smiled and jumped off the counter to finish putting the food away.

“So, whaddya wanna do, buddy?” She punched him on the shoulder.

He swooped down, lifted her into his arms, and walked to the couch where he threw her down and then landed softly on top of her. “I changed my mind,” he said matter-of-factly and went right back to kissing her. She laughed into his mouth as she kissed him back. Arms and legs intertwined, she wrapped one leg around him and rocked into him. He groaned, and she did it again.

Running her hand down his long, lean torso, she settled on his butt. She squeezed it as his delicious weight pressed her into the soft leather. He was making small rocking motions into her, and it felt like heaven. She tried to slide a hand between them, but their bodies were pressed together too closely. He rolled them a little so that they were both on their sides.

“Sorry. I’m squishing you, aren’t I?” he asked, misinterpreting her action.

“It was getting hard to breathe, but you feel good on top of me. I wanted to touch you,” she stated with borrowed confidence.

“Oh.” He smiled. “Well, in that case…”

His hands were buried in her hair, and he went back to kissing her neck, running his tongue along her collarbone. He put a little space between them so she could maneuver.

It was hard to focus with him kissing her the way he was, but she tore herself away from the tingling sensations of her neck and moved her hand to the front of his jeans. She stroked him gently at first, just wanting to confirm that she remembered correctly how very well-endowed he was. Their encounter at the door had been so brief and dark, she wanted to make sure she hadn’t imagined his length. She hadn’t.

She stroked harder, gaining confidence. He was pushing into her hand while simultaneously kissing her and unhooking her bra. He ran his hands up and down her back, occasionally detouring to her ass, which he caressed reverently.

“You have a great ass,” he murmured.

“Thanks. You too.”

He made his way back to the breasts he’d recently freed. She leaned back to give him better access. He rubbed them until her nipples stood erect, and she was arching into him. Then he pulled up her shirt and took one into his mouth. She moaned and grabbed the back of his head to hold him close. His other hand dove into her jeans. As he suckled and touched her, she veered closer and closer to the edge. She was panting his name and rocking into his hand when he finally pushed her over. She tossed her head back and moaned loudly when she came.

When she opened her eyes, he was watching her with fascination. She locked eyes with him, but neither said a word.

She slowly slid off the couch onto her knees. He wasn’t walking away hard this time.

He was sitting now and spread his legs to make room for her as she crawled up to him, still on the floor, and still on her knees. She undid the button on his Levis and lowered the zipper slowly. He was watching her intently, which made her a little nervous. When she went to free him, he put a hand on hers to stop her.

She looked up, surprised. He smiled and pulled her up to sit next to him, cradling her in his arms. “But…” she protested.

“It’s all right. Just lay here with me, okay?” He shifted them so that they were spooning, her head tucked into his shoulder. He wrapped her up in both arms and closed his eyes. She felt his heart rate return to normal and his breath even out as he relaxed against her. When she realized he’d fallen asleep, she closed her eyes as well and was soon fast asleep too.

CHAPTER NINE

Waking up to Annie in his arms was everything Sam thought it might be. She had tried to please him, and he appreciated that, but he could get a blow job anytime. He wanted to know what it felt like to cuddle with someone he liked. She fit perfectly in his arms. Her softness and warmth were a balm to his lonely soul. He woke before her but didn’t move. Even though his arm had long since fallen asleep, he laid there and soaked her up.

He thought back to their earlier conversation. When she said she’d never been sent flowers or been picked up in a bar, he suspected she’d been lying. His immediate thought was that maybe Phil was