And for the first time in her life, she truly felt that way.
Chapter Five
Darian didn’t question the amazing gift he was being given, but he was incredibly grateful for it. Sam was in his room, all sleepy eyed and sexy, and she wanted him. Her skin was pale and smooth beneath her short tunic, a sharp contrast from the darker, tanned flesh on her arms and neck. Her breasts were the color of fresh cream and just as enticing.
“If your name is Samantha, why did you say it was Sam when we first met?” He liked Samantha. It sounded as beautiful as she looked spread half naked on his rug.
“Sam is what everyone calls me.”
He could tell she didn’t want to talk about it and he didn’t want to risk breaking the intimate mood between them. He nodded his agreement. “Then I will call you Sam.” He deliberately placed his hands on the top closure of her pants. It wasn’t hard to figure out how to open them, even if they were different from what he was used to.
He shifted so he could pull her pants down her thighs. She was wearing a lacy covering over her sex, made of the same material that had covered her breasts. He wondered why she bothered at all they were so thin. He removed her footwear and pants, leaving her in her lacy garment.
Sam crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s not fair that I’m almost naked and you’re not. Take off your vest.”
He was more than happy to comply with her demand. He shrugged out of the garment and tossed it aside. Sam shivered.
“You’re cold.” He berated himself for not taking her to his bed, but he loved how she looked all but naked, spread across the thick fur rug. He moved to the hearth, grabbed the flint and quickly lit the kindling. Within seconds it caught and he soon had a cheerful blaze going. He turned back to find her watching him with a bemused smile on her face.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
He frowned and moved back to her, settling between her thighs. “You were cold.” It was as simple as that. She needed something and it was his job to provide it for her.
Sam didn’t quite know what to make of Darian. She shivered so he made a fire. And he wasn’t trying to score points to get her into bed. She was already pretty much naked and a sure thing. Therefore, the only reason he’d had for doing it was because he thought it would make her more comfortable.
The wood crackled and the heat warmed her skin, but his thoughtful gesture warmed her heart.
He traced a finger along the band of her panties where it ran across her hips. Then he moved lower, traced the fabric toward her pussy. The crotch was already wet. She’d never met a man who turned her on as fast as Darian did. Okay, his brother had the same effect on her as well, but she wasn’t going to think about that now, not with Darian hovering over her, his broad chest and shoulders naked and gleaming in the firelight.
She’d seen well-built men before. Most of the men she knew worked their farms and ranches and they worked hard. There was no shortage of muscles among them. But Darian looked as though the hand of a master had sculpted him. Defined pecs and washboard abs that would stop traffic led down to a trim waist. She reached out and touched him. His skin was so warm it was almost hot.
He captured her hand and slid it upward until it was covering his heart. Desire blazed from his eyes, but he didn’t seem to be in any rush. He lifted her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the palm before taking her index finger inside and sucking on it.
Her pussy clenched and she sucked in a breath. Oh God, she wouldn’t last long at this rate. “Darian.” His name came out more as a moan, a plea.
He licked the side of her finger and playfully nipped at the tip. “Hmm.”
“Take off your pants.” She wanted to see all of him, wanted to touch him.
Darian slowly stood, rising to tower over her. His eyes never left her as he unfastened the tie at his waist. He bent down and yanked off his boots before slowly peeling the leather pants down his thighs and off.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Sam swallowed hard. Oh my, but he was fine. She’d never seen a man like him before. His thighs were rock hard, but it was what hung between them that really caught her attention. His cock was fully erect and pulsing with life. The mushroom-shaped head was large and slick. He wrapped his big hand around his cock and pumped. She’d never seen anything quite so erotic. It made her entire body hum with pleasure.
Darian knelt back down and moved between her thighs. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders and leaned down. “Let me love you.”
Love. She did her best to ignore the word even as it made her heart pound faster. He couldn’t love her. He barely knew her. This was all about sex, mutually satisfying sex, but sex nonetheless.
“What’s wrong?” He leaned down and kissed her forehead, her cheeks and her nose.
Sam shook her head and placed her hands on his broad shoulders. “Nothing.” Darian frowned and started to speak, but Sam didn’t want to talk, not anymore. She wanted to feel, to get lost in the sexual desire that threatened to drown her.
She pulled Darian down and kissed him, letting her tongue slide past his lips and into the heat of his mouth. And oh what a talented mouth it was. He kissed her like no other man ever had, like there was nothing he’d rather be doing. He took his time and explored every crevice and corner. His cock was hard against her belly and she reveled in the attraction that made every nerve ending in her body tingle in anticipation.
Darian released her lips and moved lower, working his way down her neck and over her collarbone to her breasts. He teased each nipple until the tips of her breasts were pebbled. Her hips moved restlessly beneath him and she moaned when the hard ridge of his erection rubbed against her panty-clad clit.
Darian raised his head and smiled at her, his pale-blue eyes smoldering with desire. He moved lower, his long hair brushing her bare skin in a sensual caress. He paused at her panties and gently rubbed his finger over the crotch. She hissed out a breath, eager for more.
Taking his time, he pulled her panties down and off, tossing them aside. She was totally bare now, but she wasn’t self-conscious, couldn’t be with the way he was looking at her. She knew her body was toned and strong from years of backbreaking work on the farm, and her looks were okay—straight black hair, dark-blue eyes and a slender nose—but she’d never had a man look at her the way Darian was.
He wrapped his hands around her thighs and spread them wide, staring at her pussy. When he licked his lips, she almost lost it. Most guys she’d been with hadn’t been much for foreplay, but Darian was different. If anything, he was going a little too slow. She wanted him. Now.
He lowered his head slightly and lifted her hips at the same time. Hot breath fanned over her slick core before he used his tongue to explore and taste. Sam gripped the thick rug beneath her and held on tight as her entire body arched into his touch. He lapped at her slick folds, eventually finding her swollen clit. He circled the hard nub of nerves before teasing it with his tongue.
“Darian.” She squeezed her eyes shut, not sure if she’d survive the next few minutes.
“Come for me.” The plea in his deep voice sent her over the edge and her body splintered from the pleasure. She cried out, but he didn’t stop. He continued to suck and lick her pussy until she couldn’t take any more and managed to push him away.
Totally drained, she lay there, eyes closed, listening to the crackle of the wood from the fire. Darian stroked her legs, her stomach and her arms, his touch soothing rather than arousing. Yet she was very aroused. Her pussy ached to hold him, to feel him powering in and out of her.