Part 5 (1/2)
And then he lowered his mouth to hers.
Sam saw his mouth coming and was ready for it. They had talked long enough and she needed this to take the heat off. The moment their mouths touched she could feel her heart slam against her chest, automatically causing an ache between her thighs. The way his erection was pressing against her wasn't helping matters. But she could handle it.
Or she would die trying.
Moments later she thought she would be dying anyway, if he continued to kiss her the way he did. His tongue was greedier tonight than it had been the last time. There were no parts of her mouth that hadn't been licked, sucked and teased. He was thorough and by the time he was finished she was moaning deep in her throat. But then she'd heard his groans, those husky sounds he'd made, letting her know his enjoyment was just as pleasurable as hers.
Once again it was the intercom that had them reluctantly pulling their mouths apart. ”Ms. Di Meglio, it's eight o'clock, and you wanted me to let you know so that you wouldn't stay here too late,” Rita said.
Sam licked her lips, sealing in Blade's taste. She was surprised Rita had remembered. Usually she was so absorbed in her novel that she forgot everything. Sam leaned over and pressed the b.u.t.ton on her desk. ”Thanks, Rita, I'm getting ready to leave now.”
Thankfully, Blade stood back to let her lock her desk drawers, and then he moved in step with her when she headed out the door. She bade Rita a good-night when they pa.s.sed through Security. She and Blade didn't say anything until they were walking out the door to the parking lot.
”She's a lot nicer than that security guard that was here the morning I stopped by,” Blade said.
Sam looked over at him. ”That was Frank Denson. He takes his job seriously.”
Blade snorted. ”Yeah, I can tell.” He decided not to mention that as far as he was concerned, the man took her seriously, as well. He had watched how Denson had hung on to her every word. Had the man been a dog he would have been panting and wagging his tail. A low growl rumbled in Blade's chest at the memory.
When they reached her car he waited until she opened the door and slid inside, appreciating the glimpse of her thigh. ”And you're sure I can't persuade you to come to my hotel room tonight?”
Sam couldn't help but grin. Blade was persistent if nothing else. ”I'm positive. I agreed to have dinner with you tomorrow night, that's a start.”
He smiled down at her. ”I prefer thinking about the finish. It will be a lot hotter and steamier.”
”We'll see.”
”No, Samari Di Meglio, get ready to feel. And because I was taught to make sure ladies get home safely, I'll follow you.”
She nodded. There was no reason to tell him that he would only be allowed to go so far, because she lived in a gated community. He would find out soon enough, especially if he a.s.sumed she would be inviting him inside for a nightcap. It wouldn't be happening.
”Good night, Blade.
”Good night, and I'll pick you up here tomorrow at five.”
”All right.” And without giving him time to say anything else, barely giving him time to get into his own car and start the engine, she pulled off.
Chapter 6.
Scowling, Blade sat outside the gate while Sam drove through it. She had conveniently avoided mentioning that she lived in a gated community-a very upscale one at that. The engineer in him couldn't help but admire the design and structure of the complex-at least what he could see from the outside.
Windsor Park.
He knew the price of the townhomes in this development weren't cheap. And judging from the fortress surrounding it, the complex looked as secure as Fort Knox. Was there a reason she had decided to live someplace that provided her such high-level security and protection?
As he drove away, he tried to remember just what he knew about Sam. Since meeting her he had asked Mac a number of questions. Some she had answered and others she had not. Luke had been just as tight-lipped as his wife, and the only thing he had said, other than a warning that Sam wasn't the kind of woman he should go after, was that her family had money.
That was all well and good, since Blade wasn't exactly broke himself. Thanks to the Madaris Construction Company, and his uncle Jake Madaris-not only a highly successful businessman, but one h.e.l.l of a financial adviser, who had made some wise investments on Blade's behalf-if he never worked another day in his life, he could still live a very wealthy lifestyle.
Minutes later, when he entered his hotel room, an idea took shape in his head. He would be meeting with some of Mosley's employees tomorrow to start the ball rolling, so everything would be in place to break ground in a few months. But that didn't mean he couldn't remain in Oklahoma City a little while longer than planned, to make sure things were under control and on schedule-although the Madaris Construction Company had yet to miss a deadline, and certainly not on his watch.
And if he intended to hang around, there was no reason for him to remain cooped up in this hotel. First thing in the morning he would call Claire, the secretary he and Slade shared at the Madaris Construction Company, to get her to find him a place to stay. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the complex where Sam was living. He was certain there must be a unit there that could be leased on a short-term basis.
He smiled as he headed toward the bathroom for a shower. It didn't bother him in the least that he was doing some things he'd never done in the past in his hot pursuit of a woman. But then a man had to do what a man had to do, and since he believed it would be well worth it in the end, then so be it. The moment she had mentioned the words wild fantasies wild fantasies, he had known he would not be able to walk away until he discovered just what kind of wild fantasies she had in mind.
He was in the process of removing his shoes when his cell phone rang. A glance at the caller ID indicated the call was from Slade. He clicked on the line. ”Hey, Slade, what's going on?”
”I thought I'd warn you that Mama Laverne has been asking about you. She dropped by the office today to visit with you.”
Blade lifted a brow. She was always asking about him and every other son, grand and great-grand of hers. The old gal made it her business to try and keep up with everyone. She had probably planned to read him the riot act for not showing up for church that Sunday. ”And?”
”And she's wondering why you're back in Oklahoma.”
Blade leaned against the dresser in the bedroom. ”What did you tell her?”
”That we have business there you had to take care of. I even showed her the model of the Mosley Building we have on display in the lobby. That may have satisfied her somewhat, but I suggest you give her a call to let her know you're all right. The older she gets the more she worries.”
Blade chuckled. Slade was too nice to say that the older their great-grandmother got the more she meddled in their affairs. ”Okay, I'll call her tomorrow. How's Skye doing?”
”My lady is doing fine.”
Blade shook his head. His twin liked getting all mushy on him when it came to Skye. He was sounding like a whipped man. Like Luke, this marriage thing evidently agreed with him.
”Do you know how long you plan to stay in Oklahoma?” Slade asked, interrupting his thoughts.
Blade shrugged. ”For another week or so.”
He thought of Sam and then said, ”Maybe longer. I want to be hands-on.” He wasn't referring to the Mosley Building, but Slade didn't really need to know that.
”In fact, I plan on contacting Claire tomorrow to see if she can find me a bigger place,” he added, giving Slade a heads-up on his plans. ”It will be cheaper to lease something instead of remaining in a hotel, since I'll be making a number of trips back and forth periodically to check on things.” He smiled. His reasoning sounded good even to his own ears.
”That might not be such a bad idea. It might save us a lot of money in the long run. Take care and I'll talk to you later.”
”You, too.”
”And don't forget to call Mama Laverne or you might be sorry.”