Daredevil's Mistress

Chapter 13

The startling sensation expunged every coherent thought from her mind. Grinding his mouth harshly against hers, his hands gripped her arms tightly.

Dazed, her mind screamed to make him stop. She remained rigid against his harsh mouth. Then he nipped angrily at her lower lip, shocking her into submission. Her lips parted involuntarily and accepted his plunging tongue. She waited for the revulsion, it never came…

Caught in a dangerous web of consummate hunger, Samantha wasn’t sure when her anger subsided, replaced by pliant surrender. Oh and God were the only two words which formed in her head. The only noise she uttered though, a low groan. Longing, savage yet beautifully raw, betrayed her body as the fight fizzled away and swapped with unparalleled desire. Her fists opened languidly and rested against his virile chest. Hard muscles warmed her palms as the feel of his naked skin beat beneath her fingers.

Her resistant body barely seconds ago, now grew heavier. Languorous until it seemed to liquefy into his, an achy muddle of heat. Dazed, she turned malleable as his hand traced the arch of her spine down to the small of her back. Samantha didn’t think kissing held such intensity. She yielded to the dominance of his mouth and allowed her lips to soften beneath his. Tempted by the power of his command yet she was unashamed by her need for him.

His heart pounded against her breast, and her knees buckled when his blunt arousal jerked against her tummy. The action assaulted her senses. She rolled her hips against him seductively and rejoiced at the shudder running through his body. Cody growled in the back of his throat and pressed his hips to hers, clearly affected. The husky sound filtered through her heated body in an enigmatic opulence and spurred her awareness of the man to dizzying heights.

Her tight denims grazed her now sensitive clit and increased the throb between her thighs without mercy. Filled with flagrant desire, Samantha clung to him. Her hands snaked up his chest and gripped his neck blindly. The man seemed more of a fantasy than a reality right now. So powerful and so masculine, while he held her captive with this potent confusion of sensations inside her.

He ravished her senses, simultaneously giving and demanding. His hands entwined in her hair to gently force her head closer as he invaded her mouth with brazen caresses of his tongue. Enticing her to explore this distinctive attraction she didn’t think possible. Samantha trembled when he rubbed the pad of his thumb across her now hard nipple straining against the fabric of her shirt. Cody cupped her breast, and she moaned deep in her throat. She was half afraid if he dipped his hands farther down, he’d find her panties soaked as her pussy convulsed painfully from sheer need.

Cody tantalized her with the sensual feel of his tongue giving rise to a lustful hunger she wanted satiated. He trailed soft kisses to her ear, nibbled gently on the outer edge before reclaiming her mouth, and she greedily surrendered. His mouth became hotter, more demanding. Every cell on fire, malicious desire overpowered her body. Oh, please don’t stop.

Locked in a feverish battle of desire, they were oblivious to everything until the sound of an approaching vehicle dragged them apart. Cody pulled away almost harshly, but not before Samantha caught the look of something hot flicker in the depths of his cool blue eyes, a glimpse contradicting his very next words.

“You got what you asked for, Lady,” he said softly then walked away as if the kiss they shared never happened.

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Mortified, Samantha raised a hand to her swollen lips. Tears pricked the back of her eyelids. She bolted back to the house, stopping only within the sanctity of her room, breath uneven. In the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, dabbed it dry, then checked herself in the mirror…flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair in disarray, and erratically heaving bosom. Yes, you definitely look like a woman who was touched…deeply.

Her nipples still hard, protruded against the material of her shirt. The man had barely touched her breasts and she melted yet left in its wake an ache so desirous it could almost be called cruel. Damn, he was broodingly dangerous yet freaking sexy as hell. It scared her how much she fancied him, arrogance and all.

Her first kiss was a wet sloppy peck on her lips by her eight year old neighbor, Dane. She boxed his ears silly then ran off to her mother crying, ‘I’m going to have a baby.’ As Samantha grew, Grandma Harman drummed a warning into her head. Boys must not be allowed to touch her body.

She recalled the conversation like it was yesterday. “Now listen here, beti…” The word she used for daughter. “You must not let boys touch you here and here.” Her grandmother pointed to her lips and her girly parts. “Otherwise babies will come, and we don’t want babies now, do we?” And as a gullible eight year old, she believed her grandmother.

Hah. Cody’s kiss probably made her grandmother turn…no, more like spin uncontrollably in her grave. She grimaced. Harsh words or a demand to get off his property were more along the lines of his expected reaction. Not freaking kisses torrid enough to make Hades stand up and take note. And her response? God. She ought to cringe in shame at her wanton response. Did she really deserve it though?

No!

He didn’t have the right…no right kissing her without permission. Face it woman, you enjoyed it. Reproachful green eyes glared back. Arguing was useless. Desire so potent, Samantha couldn’t deny her body wanted more…hadn’t she prayed for it not to end. Crossing the room on shaky legs, she stared out the window in an attempt to soothe her very disturbed body. A gulp of slow even breaths didn’t help. She ran damp palms down the side of her denims.

The soft knock on her door drew her attention and she half-turned. Deborah sauntered in, face alight with an undisguised jubilance. Samantha silently hoped Deborah’s radiance wasn’t due to her flushed appearance.

“Hey, girl.”

Samantha detected a hint of mischievousness. “Hi.” She kept her back to her friend to hide her guilty expression.

Deborah plopped down on the recliner near the window. “You sneaky devil, Sam. I didn’t know you had it in you?”

Her heart sank. Samantha turned and eyed her friend. There goes my prayer for non-existence. She chose reverse psychology. “For someone who sneaks off on errands, you should be the one to talk.”

“W-what?” Clearly flustered, she flashed Samantha a fierce pout. “You’re digressing.”

“Hah, seems like I’ve hit a nerve. Told you before, I know you’re hiding something.”

“And so are you.”

“What are you talking about?” Samantha made her best attempt to feign ignorance.

“Oh, stop pretending.” Deborah sounded impatient. “Pretending what?”

“Don’t play games, girl, I know what I saw…the serious lip action between you and Cody.”