Catching Sam: Book 2 of 5: The MacDonald Brothers by Emily Matthews (best mystery novels of all time TXT) 📗

“Just to be clear, no, you don’t mind? Or, no, don’t kiss me?” he asked, needing clarification.

“No, I don’t mind.” She laughed nervously.

He put one hand on her hip and the other he entwined in her hair behind her neck. He moved in slowly, but when his lips finally found hers, fireworks went off. It started soft, but when she leaned in to him and moaned, the kiss went from zero to sixty in a red-hot flash. Before he knew it, she was guiding him into the empty apartment. Lips still locked, teeth clicking, tongues mating, they made it past the threshold and shut the door.

She dropped her purse and began tugging at his coat, pushing him against the door. He ripped it off without breaking the kiss. Her hands were sliding up and down his chest and arms. “Wow,” she murmured.

He untucked her blouse and slid his hands up her sides. She was thin but not too thin, and he was dying to get his hands on those tantalizing breasts. He stopped just under her bra and pulled back.

She groaned in protest. “What?” They were both breathing heavily, and her eyes were half-closed.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked earnestly.

“Yes. Oh yes. Touch me,” she pleaded.

He lifted her effortlessly and turned so that her back was against the door. She wrapped her legs around him and returned to kissing him stupid. He undid the hook on her bra and moaned in appreciation at the soft, natural breasts that fit his hands perfectly. He rubbed her hard nipples until she was moving against him, desperate for more.

She was trying to get into his pants but having a hard time with their bodies mashed together. He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “Annie, unless you tell me no, I’m going to fuck you up against this door. Right now.”

“Oh, thank God. Yes, please. Do it!” She looked as desperate as he felt.

He reached into his back pocket and fished a condom out of his wallet. He didn’t bother taking his pants off but let her down just long enough to strip off her pants and panties. She’d already kicked off her shoes. As soon as she was naked and he was covered, he lifted her and thrust into her, pinning her to the door once more.

“Oh. My. God,” she cried.

He began to move in and out. She did her best to help, but it was difficult in the position she was in.

“Just hold still,” he murmured next to her ear. “I’ve got this.” Obediently, she stilled and hung on tight as he pumped into her over and over again, moaning with each thrust. He sensed the moment her orgasm hit and muffled her scream with his mouth. She broke away and tipped her head back, gasping for air. He panted into her neck and held her while she gradually relaxed.

When she came down off the high, she seemed oblivious to the fact that he was still rock hard. She unwrapped her legs, and he let her slide down the door, placing her gently on the floor and reconciling himself to the fact that he was going home to a cold shower.

“That was amazing,” she murmured. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just did that.” She seemed to be talking more to herself than to him as she bent to retrieve her scattered clothes. Not knowing what else to do with it, he left the condom on and zipped up his pants. Which, in his condition, was uncomfortable as hell.

“Can I call you?” he asked. She was clumsily trying to re-dress while simultaneously attempting to keep herself covered. Little late for modesty. He waited until she’d covered up before repeating the question.

“What?” Her head jerked up and her eyes were wide. “I don’t… I’m not… uh, sure? Okay.” She was clearly freaking out, and he sensed a fake number coming up. She reached for her purse and scribbled a number on a scrap of paper. Doubting it was her actual number, he took it politely and stuck it in his pocket.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Annie. I guess I’d better get back to the cab before he leaves me.”

“Yeah, of course.” Her eyes darted around the room, looking at everything but him. “Look, I don’t usually… I mean, I’m sorry I… Oh, never mind. If you don’t call, I totally understand. No hard feelings.” She opened the door, seemingly desperate for him to go.

He didn’t look back as he made his way to the curb, but stole a glance once in the backseat. He thought he saw her looking out the side window, but couldn’t be sure.

Great job, dumbass. You finally find a girl you like, and you royally fuck it up. Brilliant.

CHAPTER THREE

Annie peeked out the side window and watched Sam walk back to the waiting cab. She hadn’t noticed he limped until now. Odd.

After the taxi pulled away, she felt her way to the couch in the dark. Streetlights and the glow from the kitchen appliances cut through the darkness enough for her to see vague outlines of furniture. She plopped into the soft cushions, lay her head back, and let her arms sprawl. She was in shock and still reeling from her encounter with Sam.

The unexpected quickie was way out of character for her. She’d never done anything so reckless or spontaneous. When the overwhelming surge of lust attacked from nowhere, she’d left all scruples on the cab’s floorboard and lost control, plain and simple. The sexual energy from merely holding his hand had her at a slow burn, and as soon as he’d put his lips on hers, she’d exploded, her body waking and aching for him.

He’d made her crazy with want. The ability to think rationally had failed her, and she’d done something so monumentally stupid she still couldn’t believe it.

She’d just had sex with Sam MacDonald. The Sam MacDonald. Multimillionaire, maybe billionaire—who knew? She didn’t keep track of