Private 02 - Private Paradise

hurricane lamp in one hand.
    Carla reflexively took a step back. “What do you want Sam?”
    “ You know exactly what I want. You think you can convince me what we did didn't mean a damn thing, that you don't want to do this anymore, but we both know that's not true, don't we?
    She backed up another step. A few more and her knees would hit the back of her four poster bed.
    Right where he wanted her.
    She swallowed hard as he set the lamp on her dresser, felt a rush of blood to her cheeks as his eyes skimmed over her with a predatory heat.
    “ It's okay,” he said. He tossed something on the bed behind her and yanked her to him. Though her body was tense, she didn't try to push him away. “You don't have to say it out loud if you don't want to.” He bent his head but instead of covering her mouth with his, he opened his mouth over the spot where her pulse was thrumming double time, flicking it with his tongue, softly nipping it with his teeth.
    Though every shred of common sense screamed at her to shove him away, she was frozen in his hold, helpless against her body's swift, intense response to his touch. The light scrape of his teeth sent a rush of wet heat between her legs, pulled her nipples so tight and sensitive her satin bra might as well have been made of sandpaper.
    “ Your heart is beating so fast,” he whispered against her throat as he covered her left breast with his hand so he could feel the steady throb. “Your nipples are already hard.” He stroked one with his thumb through the fabric of her dress and she whimpered as the touch went straight to her core.
    He slid his hand down between her legs. Her legs trembled as he cupped her sex, pressing against her with the heel of his hand.
    He groaned when her wetness soaked through the double layers of fabric covering her. “You're so wet already and I've barely even touched you. How can you try to act like you don't want this?”
    She didn't say anything, but a shudder rippled through her as he ground the heel of his hand against her. Once, twice. Carla moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulder for balance as her muscles went taut, on the verge of coming against his hand.
    “ Oh no, not yet,” Sam muttered and withdrew his hand. Before she could react he'd whisked her shirt over her head and popped the button on her shorts before shoving them to her ankles. He took a moment to admire her, and she felt her breasts swell against the the satin cups of her bra.
    “ Take them off.”
    She felt a spurt of defiance at his domineering tone. She narrowed her eyes and threw her shoulders back. “You want me naked you can do it yourself.”
    “ My pleasure.” Sam stepped closer. Carla kept her eyes locked on the center of his chest as he reached around to unhook her bra, her breath frozen in her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs as every cell sizzled with anticipation.
    One strap, then two, slid down her shoulders and caught on her elbows. She knew she should try to stop him, but something inside her, something wild, knew she'd pushed him.
    And God help her but she wanted to see how far he would go. As much as she knew she was treading in dangerous waters, she wanted to experience this. Wanted to see him pushed to the brink and know it was because of her. Wanted to experience this side of Sam before she let him go.
    He brought his hands up to cover her, and their groans mingled as her warm, heavy breasts filled his hands. He bent his head to lick and tease her nipples, making her sigh and moan as the deep pulls sent sharp pleasure straight to her core. He sank to his knees as his mouth traveled down, hot and open against her belly, stopping when it hit the waistband of her panties.
    Carla's fingers threaded through his hair as he hooked his thumbs in the elastic over her hips and slid the panties down her legs. His hands slid around to cup her ass and pull her close, but instead of burying his tongue in the lush folds of her pussy, like she wanted, he pressed a hard kiss right above the little patch of black curls at the top of her mound.
    “ Lay back,” he said as he stood, pushing her back as he did until her knees hit the back of the bed.
    She licked her lips and felt a nervous tightening in her stomach. Was she really going to let him do this?
    Then the nervousness was gone, chased away by another charge of defiance. If Sam thought he could charge in here and take over, he had another think coming. He might be ready to hit her with