Page 86 of The Samaritan


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She collapsed forward, and he followed, his lips crashing down at the curve of her neck while still pumping deep inside her. God, in all his years, it had never felt that good, so fucking perfect.

She turned her head, clearly out of breath, with her lids closed. He kissed her neck up to her cheek, and her neck strained as she was blindly seeking his lips. He gave her what she wanted and what he so desperately needed.

This woman was a game changer for him. Possibly a life changer.

He rested his hands on the mattress on either side of her head and pushed up from her body. He needed to clean up, but she pushed her ass back into him, and her hand drifted to the back of his thigh, trying to hold him in place.

He leaned forward, kissing her temple. “Gotta clean up, Riss.”

She made a low growl of protest and looked back at him, slowly prying her eyes open. Her head jolted. “Not yet,” she whispered. “Stay.” She arched her back, reaching up for his lips. “Stay inside me just a little longer.” She kissed him slowly, her lips gliding across his.

He settled back on top of her, taking the soft sweet kiss she was giving him. His hand wove through her hair, never breaking the kiss.

It was at her request, but he wanted it just as much as her. Their connection, physical and mental, he wasn’t ready to let go, either. Before long, his body would dictate when he pulled out whether he liked it or not, but for now, he’d stay exactly where he was and enjoy them connected.

It hadn’t lasted nearly as long as he hoped. He slowly pulled out from her body, and she fell onto the mattress in, what he assumed, was exhaustion. He retreated to the bathroom and cleaned up before settling himself into her bed, under the covers and nestling her body against his.

“Gotta be up in four hours.” It was too short; he needed more time. A whole night. A weekend, maybe. The rest of my life.

“Stay with me,” she whispered and angled her head.

He peered down `and smirked. “I planned on it.” He shifted one arm around her body, pulling her into the curve of his chest, and the other draped over his head. “Should take you back to my bed. God, this mattress is shit.” She’d get there, eventually.

She shook against his body. “It’s not bad. I’ve slept on worse.”

“Yeah, where?”

She shrugged and turned. Her fingers trailing over his chest. “Hotels. The worst was this place in Michigan. Stopped in real late, didn’t even bother changing my clothes, just checked in, got my room, and fell on the mattress. I don’t even think my whole body hit the bed before the spring poked through, stabbing me in the butt.” She chuckled. “Left a bruise and all.”

He laughed, sliding his hand down her hip to her ass. “Still got it?”

She giggled. “No, it was over a year ago. But I did make a mental note to never stay at that chain ever again.”

He tucked her into his chest. “Gotta get you in my bed.”

She angled her head, and he expected a smartass remark. Instead, she just smiled, liking the idea as much as he did. She pressed her lips to his chest and then rested her chin down.

“I’d come.”

He snorted. “You bet your ass you’d come.”

She chuckled, curling into his chest. “I’m gonna lock this away.”

He furrowed his brows. “What?”

His hand slid up her back, his fingers trailing up her neck and massaging her scalp.

“My memories. Tonight is a keeper.”

His lips spread into a smile. “Yeah?”

She nodded.

He wanted every moment together to be one she’d keep.

“This mean you’re staying and I won’t have to handcuff your ass to the bed?”

She chuckled. “I’m staying, Cade. With you.”

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