White Hot Holidays 13: Adam & Evil Page 3

  “Matters?” she asked nervously. “Or me?”

  Their gazes clashed and held. His eyes were intense, on fire.

  He didn’t answer the question. “Take off your clothes,” Sam said thickly.

  Her breathing labored, Julia’s body responded to his words even as her brain screamed to stay far, far away from him. Her belly clenched in a knot of pure arousal and her nipples stabbed against the wet fabric of her shirt.

  “This is a very bad idea,” she whispered, her voice hitching.

  His lips alleged nothing, but his eyes said it all. Once Sam had her, he had no intention of letting her escape his clutches. Julia took an instinctive step back. The tiny cave began to feel smaller. He took a step toward her. Her breathing, already dense, grew heavier.

  “Take off your clothes,” Sam again instructed, his tone dominant. His heavily muscled body tensed, prepared. “I won’t have you catching a cold and taking ill.”

  The soaked clothing was making her teeth rattle. Still, she didn’t think standing naked in front of her father’s protégée was a good idea.

  “Now, Julia.”

  His commanding tone was more erotic than it should have been. She didn’t want to feel aroused in his presence, but was. She hesitated for a moment.

  As if it was inevitable, Julia brought her fingers to the hem of her shirt and began pulling it up. Her large breasts got caught in the tight fabric, but she jiggled them loose and tugged the garment up over her head. A purr sounded from deep in Sam’s throat as she took it off and let it fall to the ground.

  “Good girl,” Sam praised her, his eyelids heavy as his gaze seared her hard nipples. “Now the rest.”

  A hand at either hip, Julia took her panties off inch by inch. She pushed them down below her knees, straightened up, and kicked them the rest of the way off. Sneaking a look at Sam, she saw that his stare was zeroed in on the thatch of damp red curls between her thighs.

  “You’re a very good girl when you want to be,” he murmured. “Aren’t you, Julia?”

  She said nothing as he looked his fill at her naked body.

  “Come here,” Sam instructed, reaching out to take her hand. “Let’s warm you up by the fire.”

  Julia doubted the necessity of the fire. Skin, once cold, tingled with heat and sensual stimulation.

  Sam led her to the fire and turned her around to face it. Situating himself behind her, his two strong hands slid between her arms and sides and cupped her breasts. Julia whimpered as he began kneading them, his thumbs massaging her stiff nipples.

  “I’ll get my tits nice and warm,” Sam growled low into the whorl of her ear. From somewhere in the back of her lust-drunk mind, she recognized that he was already referring to her private parts as his property. “I can’t wait to suck on my nipples, baby.”

  Julia’s breathing came out in ragged pants. She was already dangerously close to coming.

  She thought to tell him to stop. The words never made it past her lips.

  Julia moaned as she reveled in the intimate breast massage. She instinctively ground her hips at him, her ass pressing against his iron-hard erection.

  “Do you feel what these tits and that ass do to my cock, sweetheart?” Sam murmured into her ear.

  She was so damned close to coming. Just a little more stimulation would throw her over the edge.

  Sam’s hands glided down her body, to her pussy. He sifted his fingers through the intimate curls. “Open your legs wider,” he told her. “I need to dry the hair on my cunt.”

  Julia obeyed immediately, more turned on than she’d thought humanly possible. Her pulse worked triple-time as he played with her pussy lips, massaging them like he had her breasts. Moments later, his fingers found her clit. Her heartbeat went into overdrive.

  “Come for me,” Sam commanded, a man used to getting what he wanted. He vigorously massaged her clit, rubbing it in brisk circles. She threw her head back against his solid chest and groaned. “Come, Julia.”

  One hand played with her pussy, the other went back to massaging her breasts. His fingers tugged at her nipples, rubbed her clit. She bucked against him, the knot of arousal in her stomach aching to break loose.

  “Sam.”

  The coil in Julia’s belly burst into a violent orgasm. She wailed out her pleasure, the sound echoing throughout the cave. Breathing heavily, her knees like rubbery noodles, she sank to the ground of the cave, thankful that Sam had the forethought to catch her.

  “Very sexy,” he hoarsely praised her. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Not really, but he made her feel that way. When he held her like this, touched her like this, looked at her as though she was the most sensual woman on planet Earth…

  He made her wish they weren’t so wretchedly alike. Opposites attract and opposites they were definitely not. He was an alpha male, she an alpha female. They were both stubborn and strong-willed, determined and relentless. If they wanted something, they took it, more’s the pity for any who stood in their way.

  Including, she dejectedly conceded, each other.

  Julia could only hope that her father rescued her before it was too late. Namely, before Samuel Ian Adam got under her skin so deeply that there would be no hope in getting him out.

  Help was bound to come sooner or later and Sam found himself hoping for later. Out there in the real world, he doubted Julia’s ability to tolerate him for very long. He could shove his will down her throat and hope it took, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t know if it would work.

  Julia complicated his life, his very belief system. She was everything a man reared by a domineering, nagging mother didn’t want. Independent, strong-willed, and feisty, she gave as good as she got. She didn’t need a man and could do just fine on her own.

  But is that independence and fire the same thing you’ve spent a lifetime despising?

  He didn’t know. He didn’t want to analyze it. For once in his calculating life, Sam wanted to revel in the here and now, in the moment and in the woman.

  One thing was for certain—even if Julia proved to be a dominatrix outside of the bedroom, she was mouthwateringly submissive inside of it. He had commanded her to sit on a specific rock and play with her nipples while he watched. She had obeyed without hesitation.

  Sam pulled off his boxer shorts and stood over Julia from where she sat on a flat stone. Her eyes widened when she looked at his cock—a reaction he loved. He casually seated himself on an adjacent rock, then issued his next instruction.

  “Spread your legs wider,” Sam told her. “I want to see all of my delicious cunt.” Julia paused and began to comply. “I didn’t say you could stop massaging my nipples,” he told her. “Tug on them while you open your thighs for me.”

  “I need to play with my clit,” Julia gasped. “Please, Sam.”

  She wanted to come, he wasn’t ready for her to…yet.

  “Did I say you could play with my cunt?”

  “No.”

  “Then keep tugging on those stiff nipples.”

  She moaned, but complied. Sam was enjoying the sensual game, but didn’t know how much longer he or his cock could withstand it. Watching Julia play with her nipples was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. The areolas were light pink, the nipples dusky rose. Gazing at her tight cunt made him wonder just how much of a squeeze it would give him. It also gave him the craving to find out what that sweet pussy below the red curls tasted like.

  “You’ve got great tits, Julia,” Sam murmured. “Or should I say, I have got great tits.”

  She moaned as she continued to tweak her nipples.

  A drop of pre-cum dripped from Sam’s cock. He had to touch her, play with her, fuck her.

  “Stand up and walk over to me,” he ordered her. “Tug those nipples harder while you do it.”

  Julia’s nipples were so stiff. Her eyes were glazed over with unquenched pleasure. She walked over to where he sat, two big tits dangling in front of his face.

  “Put
your hands at your sides,” Sam purred. “Don’t move a finger without my permission. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  He lifted an arrogant eyebrow. God, he couldn’t wait to feast on those nipples. “Yes, what?”

  Julia looked confused.

  “Yes, sir,” he clarified for her.

  She cleared her throat. For a moment, Sam thought she would balk at his command. But then, making his cock swell just that much more, she surprised him.

  “Yes, sir,” Julia whispered.

  Her breasts heaved up and down in time with her labored breathing. His gaze was mesmerized by her luscious tits. So big and plump. He couldn’t recall ever seeing nipples quite that erect.

  Sam grabbed her tits like he owned them, and as far as he was concerned he did. Julia gasped as he popped one stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked it like he meant to brand it. Unable to decide which nipple he wanted to suck on more, he palmed her tits as closely together as they could go and feverishly sucked one and then the other in fast, ruthless motions. Back and forth. Left one and right one. Over and over. Again and again. Her breath came out in a rush.

  “That feels so good,” Julia whimpered. “That feels so good, sir,” she quickly amended.

  She was learning the sex game at an astute rate. An A+ student, Sam decided.

  He dragged his mouth away from her breasts, releasing the left nipple with a popping sound. He ran greedy hands all over her naked body, wanting to touch her everywhere.

  “Spread your pussy lips,” Sam growled.

  She immediately obeyed. Pale, trembling fingers eased apart her sexy cunt lips, revealing the erect clit and tight hole he was more than ready to claim.

  Sam shoved his tongue up her cunt hole, moaning from the exquisite taste and tightness.

  Fucking her would be better than heaven.

  He tongue-fucked her for several minutes, his thumb playing with her slippery clit. Julia’s body began to shake and he knew she was close to coming. Sam went in for the kill.

  Slipping his hands around her to knead her ass cheeks, his lips found her clit and drew it into the heat of his mouth. He sucked on the sensitive bud hard, his cock aching from the sound of her moans.

  “Yes-sir-yes-sir-yes-sir!” Julia wailed, not permitted to so much as buck her hips. “I’m coming, sir.”

  Julia screamed as she came, a violent burst that covered his lips in feminine juices. Sam panted as he tore his mouth away from her delicious cunt and, standing up, issued another order.

  “Get on the ground and kneel on all fours,” he said in a tone that broached no argument. “I want to see my tits dangling, my ass raised up in the air, and my cunt on display.”

  “Yes, sir,” Julia said thickly as she took to the cave’s floor.

  She sprawled her body out, belly down, so that her weight rested on her knees and hands. Looking up at him from over her shoulder, long, red curly hair so much an aphrodisiac, she waited like the perfect, sweet submissive for her man to take what belonged to him.

  Damn, she was sexier than any woman had a right to be. That plump ass might not always be en vogue, but it had always been a lure to Sam. He could see her tight cunt hole pouting from between her splayed pussy lips, and big tits dangling just beyond her taut belly.

  Sam palmed her ass cheeks, spread them apart, and guided his cock to her wet entrance. Perspiration dotted his forehead. Every muscle in his body tensed in preparation. “Beg me to fuck you,” he gritted out.

  “Please fuck me, sir,” Julia begged, gasping for breath. She was as aroused as he was. “Please, sir—please fuck me.”

  He sank into her tight, sticky cunt on a growl, impaling himself to the hilt. Julia moaned as he fucked her, his cock mercilessly pounding in and out of her flesh. He took her like a possessive animal, riding her hard, telling her with every thrust that she was his.

  “Sam,” she gasped, her tits jiggling beneath her, her hips meeting him thrust for thrust. “Sam—oh God!”

  He took her harder and deeper, faster and more ferociously. He sank into Julia’s tight pussy over and over, again and again, glutting himself on her cunt. She moaned and fucked him back, the sound of flesh slapping flesh reverberating throughout the cave. The scent of their combined stimulation permeated the air, further arousing him.

  “My cunt feels so good,” Sam ground out. His nostrils flared, jaw tensed. “Oh shit—Julia—baby.”

  Her pussy sucked his cock back in with every outstroke. The sound and feel of the tugging was excruciatingly erotic. Sam fucked her harder, faster, his fingers finding her hips and digging into the flesh there. In and out. Over and over. Once. Twice. Three times more…

  He came on a roar, every muscle in his body simultaneously tightening and releasing. Julia continued to throw her pussy back at him, milking him of every drop of cum he had to give.

  Their breathing mutually ragged, their bodies slick with sweat, Sam stood up and held his hand out to Julia. She accepted, letting him lead her closer to the fire where they could warm up.

  A distant boom of thunder sounded outside the cave, telling them the terrible storm was moving on. In all the excitement of having sex with Julia, Sam had forgotten about the storm. He turned his gaze back to Julia.

  She rubbed her hands together in front of the fire, a sad smile on her face. It was as if she had already decided that, just like in Vegas, what happened in the cave would forever stay in the cave.

  Sam closed his eyes briefly, not wanting to deal with reality. When he opened them, he turned to her, wanting her to forget all the obstacles between them. His mouth came down and covered hers, his kisses deep and meaningful. Julia’s tongue darted out and dueled with his. Sam groaned and pulled her closer, his erection stabbing against her belly.

  She kissed him back with all the passion she had inside. And in contrast to the robot Julia had thought him to be, his intensity matched, perhaps even exceeded, her own.

  The sound of a helicopter flying overhead pierced the quiet. Julia broke their kiss, dragging her full lips away from his. She glanced up at the ceiling, then back to Sam. They both knew what the sound meant without needing to go outside to visually confirm it.

  They had been rescued. Reality had returned.

  Chapter Five

  Julia had hoped and prayed her father would rescue her before Samuel Adam got too deeply under her skin. Her dad had, in fact, found her. She just wasn’t certain about the last part of her wish.

  The helicopter ride back to civilization was a quiet one. Samuel sat across from her, his gaze trained on her, his expression brooding. Julia stared out the chopper’s window, attempting to sort out her tumultuous thoughts.

  What she had shared with Sam during those stolen moments in the cave wasn’t soon forgotten. The part of Julia long accustomed to keeping men at bay beckoned to distance herself from the man seated across from her, the one as rigidly domineering as her father. He wouldn’t change—people were what they were—and she knew in her heart that she could never be the sweetly smiling, docile wife that men like Sam aspired to having.

  While the sex games had been beyond amazing, Julia was and always had been fiercely independent. She didn’t need a man to complete her, just to accept her and love her for the woman she was.

  Sam needed oil but she was water, he needed night but she was day. Try as she might, she couldn’t fathom how a relationship between them could ever work. If her heart could accept what her mind already knew as gospel, she might be able to turn back into the porcupine and conjure up a few acerbic remarks to keep Sam at an emotional arm’s length.

  The irony being, she didn’t want to hurt him either. Their time together had been short, but she had learned something important about the robot in those precious hours.

  Sam bled red blood, not black oil. He showed a stoic face to the world, but he was simmering with passion and hot emotion just below the steel façade.

  Julia took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her gaze still fixat
ed out the window. If she thought for even a second that there was a chance she and Sam could find a happily-ever-after, she’d jump at the opportunity. But Samuel Ian Adam needed something else—someone else.

  He needed a woman that she could never be.

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  It wasn’t in his nature to let what he wanted more than anything in this world just walk away. And yet Sam couldn’t bring himself to chase Julia down, to force her to his side. If she came to him, it had to be willingly. His needs had to take a backseat to hers.

  Sam watched Julia walk briskly from the helicopter and toward an awaiting limousine. Her vivacious red curls bounced with every step. He smiled. That hair was so much like the woman it decorated—uncontrollable, tenacious, and possessing a mind of its own.

  Every primal fiber of his being demanded that he hunt Julia down and tell her she belonged to him. That’s what men like Sam did—win at all costs. And he was confident that he could win. At least until she tired of him and his admittedly old-fashioned ways.

  She might stay with him a day or even a year, but in the end she would walk away. Julia was a bright, blooming flower and Sam a mercilessly stagnant weed. For the first time in his life, he didn’t feel good enough, worthy enough, to be in another’s life. The realization was a jarring and humbling one.

  As Sam watched the limousine whisk Julia away, one thing became crystal clear—his life, once perfectly ordered and under his firm control, would never be the same again. It was easy not to crave something you never had to begin with, but an entirely different animal when you lost it just after indulging in a sweet, unforgettable taste.

  Julia deserved to be happy. She ought to have a man so much better than what he was.

  Sam sighed as the truth hit him hard in the gut—he loved the woman. Loved her so much that he was letting her walk away into the sun, rather than pull her back into the shadows of his life.

  He had to let her go. He just didn’t know how to say goodbye.

  Chapter Six

  Julia sighed as she listened to her date drone on and on—and on and on and on—about his health problems. Had they been anything serious, like cancer or heart troubles, she would have sympathized. Acne on his chest and chronic athlete’s foot were disgusting, but hardly life-threatening. Nor were they topics any polite person would broach during Christmas Eve dinner, and in front of their date’s father no less.