Emma shifted on her white wicker lounger in the afternoon sun on the balcony. Shielding her eyes with her hand, she glanced around at the neighboring terraces. For a humid July afternoon, no one seemed to be home and that suited her just fine.
Untying her bikini top, she slid the soft material off her shoulders and dumped it next to her. Emma blew the annoying ebony locks from her forehead. Her nipples pebbled as the light breeze passed over them. Heat seeped between her thighs. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Now if Sam showed up… heaven.”
A shadow darkened over her closed eyes. Was that the scent of aftershave? Or was it cologne? She wasn’t sure, but damn, it smelled familiar… and sexy. She frowned. Her brother was the only person permitted in her apartment. It couldn’t be anyone else. “Blaine, get out.”
“Are you sure you really want that?”
Her heart thumped in her chest and her mouth went dry. One arm concealed her breasts. Her left hand shielded her eyes. “How’d you find me, Sam?”
Sam stood next to the lounger. His thumbs hooked into the loops on his faded blue jeans. The plain white gold wedding band adorned his left hand. “Blaine sent me.”
She turned to take in the sight of Sam Rhodes. Broad shoulders wrapped in sinewy muscle, a mocha-colored goatee dusted his angular jaw, trim waist encased in snug denim. She longed to gaze into his eyes, the color of the sea during a storm, but he’d donned polished aviator sunglasses.
Sam dropped to one knee. His jaw twitched and his expression remained blank. “Blaine loves you and he knows I do too, Em.”
As much as she wanted… no needed… this man, Emma tried to hold her emotions in check. He’d left before and could easily do it again when his job as a private investigator beckoned, always leaving her alone. No wonder her brother hated Sam. “Blaine wouldn’t do that to me.”
Sure, Sam could make her happy, if he stuck around. The man gave her a radioactive glow each time they made love. He knew the right places to touch and lick to make her scream. Still, she wasn’t sure why he returned. Sam leaned toward her and removed his sunglasses. “I want to make you happy, Em. I want to make you burn.”
Emma gazed into his darkened baby-blues. What she found made her racing heart beat even faster. Repentance. Desire. Need. She licked her lips. The man personified sex on a stick. “How do you suppose you’ll improve my mood, Sam?” Without breaking my heart all over again?
Sam smoothed his calloused hand along her bare shin up to her thigh. She trembled. The muscles tightened and her skin sizzled.
“I want to lick every inch of you and hear you scream my name, Em.” He bent to kiss her inner thigh.
Emma gasped. Her legs fell open. She never could resist his caress. Sam groaned. His voice dropped two octaves to a rough bass that made her womb quiver. “My girl still wants me.”
Emma nodded. Her heart thrummed in her ears and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted him for the rest of her life. She dropped her hand from her breasts and guided him to her soaked bikini bottoms. She should’ve felt exposed. Instead, she felt complete. “Right here, right now, Sam.”
Sam eased the t-shirt up his body, giving Emma teasing glances of the chiseled muscles over his chest. Her eyes followed the thin trail of crisp mahogany hair that disappeared below his belt to where the true pleasure lay trapped. Emma moved her knees, her hands sliding down his body until she hooked her fingers into his waistband and tugged him forward for a searing kiss. “Make love to me, Sam.”
He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “Are the neighbors home?”
Emma shimmied out of the constrictive clothing. “Never bothered you before.”
Sam palmed her breast and tweaked the nipple until she cried out. His other hand toyed with her clit. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”
She slid her hand next to his, coating them both in her juices. Emma brought her fingers to his lips and Sam lapped them clean. “Only you, Sam. I won’t take another,” she murmured.
He groaned. His eyes rolled back in his head. “Come here before I make a fool of myself and come in my pants instead of in you.”
Sam kicked off his boots and socks. He unbuckled the thick leather belt and dropped his jeans in an instant. His penis pointed to her like a beacon. Emma licked her lips. “Commando?”
He nodded and knelt over her. “Always, my love.” His cock rubbed between her thighs, sending a tremor through her body.
“I want you,” she whispered. “Sam, I need you.”
Sam tugged her from the chair and onto his lap. He nudged the head of his erection into her body. Emma cried out once more. “Oh, my God!"
“Yes.” He pushed and filled her to the hilt. His cock pulsed, teasing her inner walls. “You’re the best I ever had.”
His fingers bit into her hips, but she hardly noticed. Sam filled her body and her senses. She keened and bucked into him. “Oh, God.”
Sam grunted and his thrusts increased in tempo. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead and landed on her breast.. Emma moaned. She clutched him, scratching his shoulders and leaving marks. He pistoned into her body, making them one on a primal level. Tingles shot from her toes to her scalp and back again as the orgasm built. She threw her head back and screamed. “Sam!”
He bore down on her. His seed spurted into her womb. Sam nipped her shoulder. His breath tickled her sensitive skin.
Emma kissed him, savoring the unique taste of sweat and Sam on her lips. “I missed my husband,” she puffed.
Sam smiled and nestled next to her. “I missed my wife. Come home and make me whole.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
About the author: Thanks for enjoying this work by Wendi Zwaduk. By day she’s a SAHM of one son, two dogs, and two cats, but at night she lets her inner muse run wild and writes tales of love won, lost, and won again. If she’s not at her computer, she can be found at her local dirt tracks cheering for the Late Model cars or haunting the local library in search of new authors. Her first novel comes out in early 2010 from the Wild Rose Press. Check out her blog at http://www.wendizwaduk.blogspot.com