Chapter 4
SamsonI lay on my side, d**k rock hard and dripping for her, tracing the line of her body with nothing by my eyes.
Blair was in bed with me.
Cold moonlight glimmered through the window behind me and settled across her form under the sheets.
She wasn’t out of reach, not physically, and the afternoon drive up to the house had been torturous for both of us. She’d avoided talking much but I’d caught her watching me, and at one point, when I’d reached over to shift gears, my fingers had brushed her thigh and she’d let out the sexiest moan.
All of that, and so far, she’d managed to resist me.
Not for much longer.
If I didn’t claim this woman now, I’d explode. Pop like a f*****g champagne cork out of a bottle. Too much pressure. Had to have her. Had to fill her.
Her reaction to
