“My pleasure. There’s no reason to bother your father.”
Energy pulsed between them. Sydney’s loins blazed. How could she manage a half hour with him? Refusing was suddenly no longer an option. She wanted to spend another half hour with him. Wanted it so bad she could taste it.
Despite her sweaty palms and speeding pulse, Sydney kept the conversation on the rodeo. Sam was planning to bronc bust in several competitions. Sydney planned to secretly watch. Seeing his physique in action would be pure pleasure.
Sam insisted on seeing her up to her room at the Bakersville Hotel. Her parents and Duke were in a different room, thank goodness.
When they stopped at the door, Sydney’s heart fluttered.
Sam grabbed one of her hands. “I want you to know something,” he said.
“What?”
“That night we spent, all those years ago, meant a lot to me.”
Her tummy tugged. “It did?”
“Yes. I’d hoped it meant something to you too.”
Oh, it had. More than he’d ever know. “Yes,” she mumbled. “It meant a lot to me.”
“I tried to find you once I got back to Montana. But then I got preoccupied with my ranch. It was nearly bankrupt. I’m sorry. I should have kept looking.”
She swallowed. She’d lain low for a while. “That’s okay. I understand.”
“Well—” Sam let out a huff of air. “It’s been nice seeing you again.”
“Thank you for the ride.”
“My pleasure.” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I guess I’ll see you around the rodeo.”
“Yes.”
He turned to leave, and Sydney’s body quaked. Fierce desire surged through her. Images of their lovemaking five years earlier flashed in her mind. His cock in her mouth, in her body. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm—
“Sam?”
He turned. “Yes?”
She threw her arms around him and pressed her lips to his.
Chapter Three
Sydney had never been one to shy away from what she wanted. After all, she’d invited him to her room that fateful day. In an instant, desire overcame intellect, and all the reasons she should stay away drifted out on the wings of passion.
Sam’s kissing abilities hadn’t waned. His lips parted eagerly for her tongue, and his own met hers with a tantalizing sizzle. He tasted of coffee, of spice, of male beauty. A frenzied kiss, just as it had been all those years ago.
She moaned into his mouth, craving more, all of him.
He ripped his mouth from hers and breathed in heavily. “Sweetheart, what are you after?”
She shook her head. “I wish I knew. All I know is that right now I want you. Do you want me as much as I want you?”
“Baby, I want you so bad I think I might die an early death if I can’t have you.”
Thank God. Quickly she slid her key card through the locking device and opened the door to her room.
They were on each other like mad, ripping their clothes off until garments lay crumpled on the floor in disarray. Naked, they fell onto the bed. He spread her legs and launched into eating her.