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  “Good. Hop in and we’ll go to the general store.”

  There really wasn’t much of an option in Tremont. One store, one diner and just the sheriff. A great place to raise kids. Horrible place if you wanted a variety of anything. In Boston, everything was at your fingertips. You wanted something, you could get it delivered right away. For a price, that is. If he didn’t have connections, that heater would’ve needed to be shipped in, which would have taken days.

  Sam wasn’t used to waiting for anything he wanted. Yet here he was, waiting for Robin, wanting her, and not even sure if he was going to act on it. There was no doubt she’d say yes, but what was he really offering her? A few nights of hot sex, though very appealing, wasn’t fair to her. He didn’t want her hating him when this was over. And the truth was, it couldn’t last. They both knew it.

  “What are you thinking of?” Robin asked.

  “Dessert,” he replied. Something so sweet that I can’t see myself growing tired of it.

  “I was thinking more like…something thick and juicy.”

  I got something… He stopped himself. “How about steaks and for dessert, pie.”

  Robin shook her head. “Anything but pie. I’ve been making pies all day with Dottie. I have no idea why she thinks I have all the time in the world. Don’t worry. I let her know I can’t help her the rest of the week. So I’m all yours.”

  I wish. “Good. We have a lot of work left to do.”

  “How about tomorrow we spend the day in my bedroom?”

  Robin was killing him and she had no clue. Or did she? Was it his imagination, or was there a brief curl of her lips before she turned and looked out the passenger window. Not so sweet and innocent after all.

  Two could play that game. “I’ll make sure that things turn on properly while I’m there.”

  He heard her snicker but she didn’t respond. The sexual tension was strong between them. More than it had been with anyone else in a very long time. All it would take is the taste of those sweet lips of hers again and he’d be lost. He knew if they gave in to the fire that was building, they would soon become engulfed in an inferno of raw need and uncontrollable passion.

  Even thinking of how hot it would be caused his jeans to be uncomfortable. Was it the holding back that was making it all the more enticing? Sam looked at her out of the corner of his eye. That was definitely one part of it, but also, she was sexy as hell.

  The couch was going to provide enough discomfort to make him totally miserable. Even if her bed was in equally poor shape, he was positive the lack of sleep wouldn’t be from springs poking him.

  Damn it. This is going to be a long-ass night.

  7

  Robin couldn’t believe how much she had missed preparing an actual meal. She’d cooked for herself all the time, but nothing like this. She had diced everything the same size and took extra care in seasoning it just right. Part of her felt horrible that she took so long in the kitchen preparing instead of helping him, but everything being perfect was important to her.

  She had no idea why, because she’d seen how he ate his food at the diner. Sometimes she wondered if he even tasted it, as it looked more like he inhaled than chewed. The only time he sat back was for coffee.

  Tonight was different. She not only cooked for him, but she showered and put on something she hoped he thought was pretty. She didn’t own many dresses, and this was the only thing that didn’t say she was trying too hard. It was a pale mint green, which she’d been talked into by the sales clerk. Brings out your green eyes. Robin hoped that was the case. Although she loved her tattoos, and wasn’t insecure about her body, she always thought her eyes were her best feature.

  Yet Sam didn’t say a word about how she looked at all. If anything he seemed to avoid looking at her. Maybe he wasn’t one of those men who like dresses. Every time he’d seen her she’d been dressed…very casual, this morning a bit too much so.

  But this wasn’t a real date. It was just holding up her end of the bargain. At least that might be what it was for him. For her, it was something more. She somehow had started caring for him in a way that had nothing to do with appreciation for all his hard work. Even if she was still there with no lights at all, she would’ve put in the effort.

  Sitting across from him, watching each bite he took, she was sure she’d nailed dinner. He even grinned, and once he closed his eyes. Yet he was quiet the entire meal. That was a first. Usually she did the talking, but he always interjected along the way. Tonight, it was just her voice she heard and she was running out of things to say.

  Getting up, she went to grab her cell phone and put on some soft music. As she placed it on the counter, she told herself it was there to set the mood. Truthfully, it was filling the ever-growing silence. This isn’t how I envisioned tonight going.

  How could you plan a romantic dinner when the guy was beat? He probably couldn’t wait to crash for the night. What did he have to look forward to? She’d have been in his truck where it actually was comfortable. But she didn’t want him farther from her.

  “You look…tired,” she said. Robin was so out of practice with flirting, and this definitely didn’t sound like anything close to it.

  “That couch was winning last night.”

  “I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you about that.” Here goes nothing. “Maybe you’d sleep better in a bed.” She knew damn well that there was only one bedroom. Hers.

  That caught his attention. He cocked a brow and said, “More sleep? I highly doubt that.”

  “You really can’t think the couch is more comfortable than my…”

  “Bed?” Sam asked. Robin nodded, unable to say it. “It’s not the springs that will keep me awake.” He reached across the table and stroked her hand with his thumb. “I have a feeling you knew that already, didn’t you?”

  “I…was hoping, but wasn’t sure.”

  “Why?”

  Robin shrugged. “You have been so quiet tonight. I thought maybe…I had been wrong and you weren’t…didn’t find…I mean that—”

  “Robin, I’m an ass. I was quiet because I didn’t trust myself not to say something stupid so you would think I didn’t appreciate you cooking tonight.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “That the only thing that topped how good dinner was is how delicious you look in that dress.”

  Robin had been waiting to hear he enjoyed dinner. Now it wasn’t so important. Her dress hadn’t been a poor choice after all. She couldn’t stop looking into his dark eyes. It was as though he was drawing her into him, not that there was any resistance on her side. Kiss me damn it. I’m dying over here.

  As though she’d voice the words, Sam leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She wanted more, so much more. When he tried to pull away, she reached out and grabbed his shirt pulling him closer, her claiming his lips. Dishes smashed onto the floor as he eagerly gave in to her request and half pulled her onto the table between them.

  Robin didn’t want to break this embrace, but the table digging into her ribs was only going to get worse the closer they became. Breaking away briefly, she got up from her chair and walked around the table to stand next to him. Boldly she asked, “Is there room for two?”

  Sam pushed his chair away from the table making room for her. Then he lifted a hand and traced her lips with his thumb with a wicked grin upon his face. “No. So I guess you’ll have to sit on me.”

  * * *

  Sam’s pulse was racing and his cock throbbing. He’d avoided looking at her all through dinner. Each movement seemed to flood the room with the sweet smell of her perfume. And her eyes, damn, they were greener than he’d ever seen before.

  He’d thought she was just being nice and after dinner he’d be lying on the couch with a boner so fucking hard it’d hurt more than the springs poking through the cushions. Instead, here was this stunning enchantress coming on to him.

  Never had h
e wanted anyone as much as he did Robin. It was almost physically painful not to scoop her up into his arms and carry her into her bedroom. I want to taste more than just those sweet lips of yours. He wanted to submit to the overwhelming need building up within him, but instead he guided her gently onto his lap. There was no doubt she could feel the hard bulge pressing against her ass either.

  “Sam, I . . .” Her lips opened, as her tongue darted out, and he felt like a man drowning. She was teasing him, and not even knowing the torture she was putting him through. Or did she?

  Fuck it!

  He moaned as his lips met hers and she met his with equal intensity. They were sucking and nipping. She opened to him, and his tongue eagerly tasted what she had to offer. He pulled back trying to catch his breath. God, this was crazy. He wasn’t here for this. He only wanted to provide her a safe place to live. At least, that is all it was supposed to be. Something changed. There was more to them than electrical work and more to this than sex. Should he put an end to this right now until he clearly knew what it was he was feeling?

  She brought her hand down and touched his cheek. Her touch was unlike anything he’d known. It wasn’t just raw passion or desire. It was her letting him know it was okay. That she understood his internal battle. He’d never experienced such tender and raw emotion in his life. And the yearning look in her eyes erased what hesitation he’d been feeling. “I want you, Robin,” he muttered in a deep husky voice.

  “I want you too, Sam,” she said softly, never breaking eye contact.

  Sam wanted to bury himself deep inside her right there in the kitchen. It would be so easy, because she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. This moment couldn’t happen. Not now. No matter how good it’d be between them—and he knew it’d be fucking amazing. If she regretted this, then what would happen tomorrow? She could tell him to leave, and who would finish the work? She needed him, and not just sexually right now.

  Sam pulled himself away. He touched her cheek with the back of his hand and said, “I think we have dinner to finish.”

  He could see the confusion in her eyes. She didn’t want it to stop either, and his pulling away had hurt her. But her tone didn’t hold any hint of it as she stated, “I believe you tossed that on the floor along with the dishes earlier.”

  Sam wanted to tell her all the reasons why this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words.

  “I’m going to kiss you. If you’re not totally sure about this, I suggest we stop now.” Once he started this, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.

  Robin licked her lips while looking at his. “Then kiss me already,” she said breathlessly.

  Claiming her lips, he parted them with his tongue. He needed to taste her sweetness again. If he thought his desire for her this morning was powerful when he’d seen her in nothing but a T-shirt, it didn’t come close to what he felt now. When his tongue darted into her mouth, she sucked gently on it. The way she teased him made him think of how those lips would feel around his cock, sucking him. But if she did, it would be over even before he got started.

  He was tempted to brush the rest of the table off and have their dessert right there. Maybe next time. But the first time he wanted to lay her down and drive her wild, make her beg for more, then give it to her. He needed to make sure all her needs, wants were taken care of before his own.

  He was overdressed, and his erection was pressing firmly against his jeans, in need of freedom. Sam stood up with her still in his arms.

  “Now what are you doing?” Robin asked.

  “Heading to the bedroom so I can show you just how beautiful you are.”

  They were down the hall in a few long strides, and he kicked open the door. He didn’t shut it, as there were no working lights in her room yet and he wanted to be able to see every delicious inch of her.

  He laid her gently on the full-sized bed, wishing for more room, but he’d make do. Their eyes never left each other as he removed his clothes, quickly tossing them aside. Surprisingly Robin was able to wiggle out of her cute dress and panties. He should’ve realized when she was pressed up against him that she wasn’t wearing a bra. But her breasts were full and perky, waiting for his attention. Sam was eager to give it.

  Sam climbed onto the bed, covering her body with his. Her taut nipples begged him to take them into his mouth. Lowering his head, he kissed, tugged, and nipped the first one. Her moans filled the air as she arched her back for more.

  His tongue twirled around her nipple before he sucked it again. Then he moved to the next and continued his assault. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

  His mouth moved from her breast to her neck, and then down between her two perfect peaks. She groaned and tugged at him impatiently. “Sam I want . . .” followed by an even deeper moan. She was making it difficult to refuse her request. “Sam, please.” She gripped his arms, trying to get her way.

  He ignored her pleas and continued to flick with his tongue or nip with his teeth. His mouth inched lower, crossing over her abdomen as he continued his decent.

  “Sam I need,” she moaned.

  “Trust me. You’ll have me, all of me.” His words were muffled by her flesh. “But I want all of you first.”

  Robin’s moans echoed through the room and he knew her need was building. She wiggled her hips beneath him and parted her legs. “Please, I need . . .”

  Sam wasn’t about to deny her. He reached between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He felt her shudder and then she opened farther for him.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked as he slowly circled it, bringing her even higher.

  “I . . .I. . .oh . . ” She responded so softly, in half moans.

  Her body trembled as he repositioned himself, so his mouth was now only inches from her core. “Or maybe this,” he said blowing on her intimately. She didn’t voice her response; instead she offered him all of her, spreading farther until he had full access.

  Sam slipped one finger inside her and pulled it back out. Then again and again. Robin gripped the sheets as the building rhythm continued. His finger entered her again, and with his thumb he continued to circle her clit.

  Growling as he nipped her inner thigh he said, “I want to taste you.”

  She moaned, “Sam.”

  He replaced his thumb with his lips and she felt her body ignite, and grow warmer. Oh, yes. She moaned and opened her legs wider. His tongue darted out and licked again and again. He circled her clit, teasing her, then he sucked, causing her legs to tremble. He knew what she wanted, but never had anyone been so responsive to his touch. It enhanced his need even greater. But she was so close and he wanted to feel her explode around his fingers. Entering her deeply, he fingered her G-spot while continuing to lick and suck her clit.

  She cried out his name in pleasure.

  Sam increased his onslaught and entered her faster and deeper with his finger until he felt her losing control and her body jerk. As her core clenched around his fingers in release, she screamed out, “Yes! Sam. Oh, yes!”

  He left her only long enough to grab a foil pack from his wallet and toss it on the bed beside her. He had more in his truck, which he’d be sure to get later. Hopefully he’d need several tonight.

  Sam returned to the bed, covering her body with his. Positioning himself between her legs, he lifted her hips toward him. The tip of his cock stroked her wet folds. As it touched her clit he watched her shudder again.

  “Oh, Sam I need you . . . inside me,” she gasped then moaned.

  His cock was so hard from holding back, it throbbed and ached. The look in her eyes sent him over the edge. Thrusting deep inside her, he felt her tense with the invasion.

  “Did I hurt you?” Sam asked softly.

  She shook her head and arched her back, bringing him even deeper. Sam’s body demanded to move. He moved faster and deeper, his rhythm taking on a force of its own. Robin clung to him, her nails digging into h
is arms as her body shook, and the spasms of her orgasm gripped him like a vice. Yes. Fuck, yes.

  She was holding him tightly with her thighs so he couldn’t pull away, not that he wanted to. He continued to plunge into her, as his body exploded into an orgasmic abyss. It was so powerful that he could barely breathe as his body shook and his hands trembled. Fuck. Yes.

  He could barely think. He collapsed on top of her, and his entire body tingled. Woman, what did you do to me?

  Never before had he lost himself in anyone like this. It shouldn’t surprise him that being with her was so…amazing. Nothing about her was ordinary.

  He felt her try to adjust herself beneath him and he knew his weight was too much for her. Although he didn’t want to move, he rolled over, pulling her so she rested on top of him. He wrapped his arm around her waist so she couldn’t leave. Tonight, you’re all mine.

  Robin nestled her head into his neck and said, “That was—”

  “Mind blowing,” Sam said and kissed her on top of her head. Kissing her head again, he closed his eyes. “Did you say you made dessert?”

  She chuckled. “Are you seriously thinking about food right now?”

  “I’m thinking I might need the energy for later.”

  He felt Robin stiffen and then quickly she leapt from the bed. Although he was enjoying the sight of her perfect naked body bouncing around the room, he had no idea where she was rushing off to.

  “Robin, what are you doing?”

  “Getting you dessert.”

  He didn’t want to get up, but there was no way he was having her wait on him. She’s going to need her energy too.

  Dragging himself from the bed he followed her into the kitchen. When he got there she was at the refrigerator bent over. His body responded immediately. Damn. I’m going to need more than whatever she baked at this rate.

  He had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but tonight, it was all about the here and now. And I’m going to enjoy every moment.

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