For Their Child's Sake

“We broke one door already,” she reminded him. “I don’t want to fight with—”

Sam hauled her against him and covered her mouth with his. Tara beat her fists against his chest, but he held on tighter. He slid his hands up her spine, into her hair, and tipped her head as he arched over her. Tara’s fists unclenched and she found herself gripping his shirt, then she was tugging at it.

Apparently, there was a fine line between frustration and passion... She wasn’t going to take the time to analyze that line right now. Over the past week, she and Sam had obliterated any relationship line.

This is what they both understood, what they both needed...and Tara would worry about the ramifications later.

Chapter Fifteen

Sam walked Tara backward toward the hallway, but when she wasn’t moving fast enough, he hooked an arm behind her knees and supported her with the other arm. Sweeping her up had been something he hadn’t done in too long and he earned an adorable squeal of delight, just like always.

Yes, she’d hurt him earlier, but he knew she was sorry. Her mind had been reprogrammed and it would take time for her thoughts to shift back.

But right now he had his wife in his arms and there was nothing that was going to interfere with this moment. She’d made him dinner, she’d apologized, she cared for him so much more than she was verbally expressing.

He loved this woman. He was going to fight like hell to keep her, to prove to her that he was a man of worth. He was done thinking he wasn’t good enough, because he’d worked damn hard to prove he was.

Sam kicked the door closed to the bedroom and stalked to the bed. The sun had started to set and the orange glow cast a beam of light directly into the room.

As he laid her on the bed, Sam took a moment to appreciate the woman displayed before him. So much had happened between them, yet here they were with another chance. But did she see it that way? Did she only want the intimacy or was she looking to build on this?

Sam reached behind his neck and gripped his shirt, yanking it off and tossing it aside. Tara raised up onto her elbows, her eyes roaming over his chest.

He made quick work of getting his clothes off, but when it came to her, he planned on taking his sweet time and enjoying every delicious moment of it.

Sam gripped the waistband of her shorts and jerked on the snap. Slowly he eased the shorts and her panties over her thighs and pulled them off. Tara sat on the edge of the bed as he stepped between her legs. Keeping his eyes locked onto hers, he unbuttoned her shirt...one button at a time until the material parted to reveal a pale yellow bra.

He grazed his fingertips along the swell of her breasts just over the top of the lace. Her body trembled beneath his touch. He reached around and, with an expert flick, had her bra released. She took over and threw it behind her, then reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him onto the bed.

“I was going to take this a little slower.” He laughed as he fell on top of her.

“We have all night for slow.”

Sweet mercy, no other words could’ve made him more aroused or more hopeful. He was staying in her bed tonight and Marley wasn’t even home. If that wasn’t a testament to her true feelings, nothing else was.

Sam flattened his palms on the comforter on either side of her head as he joined their bodies. He looked directly into her eyes, wanting to see each and every emotion crossing her face. There was nothing sexier than seeing the passion and desire his wife displayed. There had been no other woman for him since he met her and there would never be another. She was absolutely it for him.

Tara wrapped herself all around him and nipped at his chin until he lined their lips up and gave her what she needed. He maneuvered their bodies and flipped over so she was in complete control. Even though he was a guy, he could fully appreciate a woman who knew what she wanted and went after it...especially since the “it” was him.

Sam circled her waist with his hands as she rested her palms on his chest. When she leaned down to kiss him, her hair curtained his face. Her hips jerked as he swallowed her moan. Tara’s entire body tightened and trembled and he was helpless not to follow.

Her fingertips curled into his shoulders as she tore away from the kiss. Her cries filled the room.