Trusting Sydney (The Temptation Saga 6)

“Since when, Sydney?” Sam gripped her shoulders. “What are you trying to say to me here?”

The truth burst from her lips. “Since you, damnit! I haven’t had sex since that night with you five years ago.”

His brown eyes smoked. “Is your horse taken care of?”

“Yes. I just finished.”

“Good. You’re coming with me.”

* * *

Sam’s lovemaking was forceful, as though he were marking her, making her his.

Yet it was wonderful at the same time. Sydney wanted to be his. Wanted the passion and desire she’d only experienced with this man.

Could she dare have it?

As she straddled atop him, his cock embedded deep inside her, his fingers pulling her hard nipples, she thought, for an instant, that it could work.

He wanted her. That was obvious.

“Ride me, sweetheart. Just like that.”

His deep voice was so sexy.

“God yes, Sam, I love how you feel inside me.”

“I love it when you talk like that, baby. You make me hard.” His hips rose from the bed and he pushed farther into her.

Sydney reached down to her own special spot and began rubbing in time with Sam’s upward thrusts.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you’re so hot when you touch yourself there. God, you’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful

too, Sam. So gorgeous. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man.”

He thrust into her. “Never like this. Never before or after you.”

He had no idea. “Amazing with you. Only with you.”

“I’m gonna come, baby.” He thrust harder.

As his shaft pulsed within her, her own orgasm blasted through her veins like boiling honey.

So good. So right.

Could she have this? Could it work?

They hadn’t said a word as they rushed to her hotel room. It wasn’t far from the rodeo arena. He’d dragged her by the hand up to the room and nearly thrown her on the bed. Frantically they’d stripped each other, and within seconds she was on top of him, impaled on him.

Now she slid off him, mourning the loss of his cock. She lay down next to him.

He propped up on one shoulder and looked at her. “We need to talk.”

Oh God. She waited.

He cleared his throat. “I want to be able to trust you.”