LOGINThe two of them stepped out of the shower wrapped in robes. They’d spent way longer in there than planned—hands wandering again, picking up right where they’d left off.Samantha grabbed the nightgown and panties from the sofa, ready to head back to her own room. Adam noticed and didn’t want her to go.“Stay here tonight?”“It’s better if I go back to my room. I might bump your wound in my sleep,” she said, gathering her things.It was the only excuse she could come up with on the spot. Everything had spiraled completely out of her control. She needed space to get her head straight. Though when it came to Adam, reason seemed to vanish the second he looked at her.“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances for that,” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.She didn’t reply. After what had just happened in this room, she didn’t doubt he was right. But agreeing outright felt too easy, too soon.“Good night, Adam,” she said, turning to leave.Adam didn’t want her walking out like that.
Samantha took his hand and straddled him on the sofa, knees sinking into the cushions on either side. As she settled, she lowered herself slowly, sliding her slick heat down his length, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips.Adam cupped one breast, bringing it to his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, nipping lightly, then sucking hard. His other hand worked the second breast, switching between bites and deep pulls that tore moans and gasps from her throat.The way she was positioned left her completely open, exposed. He released her breasts and kissed her fiercely, hands spreading her thighs wider, forcing her even more open.While devouring her mouth, the hand that had been on her breast trailed down her body until it reached her soaked core. Her clit was swollen, throbbing with need. She moaned into his kiss the instant his fingers brushed it.Adam slid two fingers slowly inside her. Samantha gripped his arm hard, nails digging in—a clear sign she was loving every second.He pulled
The door clicked shut, and Adam pinned Samantha against it. The kisses turned hotter, more urgent. Ever since he’d watched her tend to him that night, he’d wanted to taste those lips. He’d almost done it in the hospital, but here, now, he could finally explore every inch of them.Samantha felt his arousal—hard and insistent against her as he pressed closer. Adam untied the robe’s belt with one tug, sliding it off her shoulders without breaking the kiss.His hands found her waist again, guiding her backward until the bed hit the back of her knees. He eased her down onto the mattress.He pulled back just long enough to look at her—spread out on his bed, chest rising fast with every breath, thick thighs bare, slim waist accentuated by the silk nightgown riding up.The sight of her like that was pure fire.Samantha gazed at him with pure lust. It was thrilling to see that raw desire in his eyes. It felt good—damn good—to know someone could want her this badly. She could see the obvious bu
Samantha swallowed hard at the tease. It had definitely landed, but she wasn’t about to let him see how much she wanted him—even as the question flashed through her mind: was it mutual?“I wasn’t staring at you. I was looking at the kitchen. It’s really nice,” she blurted, the only excuse her brain could cough up.Adam’s lips curved into a knowing smile. He didn’t push. He could read people like open books, and right then he knew she was lying. The truth was all over her: his closeness, his words—they’d lit her up.“Fair enough. Look all you want. And feel free to explore it anytime,” he said, the grin downright wicked.She grabbed the plate in front of her and took a bite of the sandwich, mostly to hide behind it.Adam turned back to the fridge, putting things away, then pulled out a carton of milk and two glasses.Adam warmed the two glasses of milk in the microwave until they were nice and cozy. He set one in front of Samantha and the other next to his plate, then slid onto the sto
Adam left Samantha’s room and went straight to his own. He poured himself a glass of whiskey from the side table and walked to the window. Standing there, his mind drifted back to that night—her hands carefully cleaning the blood from his stomach. He could still picture her face up close: the way she’d blush and get flustered whenever he pushed a little too far. A smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it.He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to shut it down. He was scared of falling for Samantha. And honestly, it wouldn’t take much. But the fear of getting burned again was louder. He remembered meeting Sabrina—how sweet and shy she’d seemed at first, only to turn into someone completely different. He didn’t think he could handle another disappointment like that.His love life had never been great. There was always someone on his arm, but never for *him*—just for who he was and what he could give them. In the end, keeping anyone real close with the life he led wasn’t e
The doctor had arrived, and Sophia led him straight to Samantha’s room. She waited outside while he stitched her up.The second the door opened, Sophia jumped in.“Is she okay?”“Yeah, the arm needed a few stitches, but nothing serious. I left a mild sedative in case she can’t sleep. She seemed pretty shaken and scared—just trying not to show it,” the doctor said.“Got it, Doc. I’ll talk to her. Maybe she needs to vent. But I’ll walk you out.”“No need, sweetheart. I know this house like the back of my hand. Stay with her. I can find the door,” Carlos said with a warm smile.Sophia smiled back and said goodbye. She knocked lightly on the bedroom door and slipped inside.Samantha was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.“So… everything good?” Sophia asked, easing into the conversation as she sat beside her.“Yeah. He prescribed anti-inflammatory and painkillers. It’ll heal fast.” Samantha paused, then added, “There’s something I’ve been wondering about, but I keep forg







