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me, Adrianna.” His quiet
words caressed her body.
    She murmured something inaudible in response. Even she
didn’t know what she was saying. All she wanted was to come.
    “Say it,” he whispered.
    “Please,” she moaned.
    “No.” He pinched one of her breasts and palmed the other in
small circles but he remained still inside her.
    “Fuck me, Sam.” The words tore from her gut.
    “First say it,” he commanded in that deep, intoxicating
voice.
    “I belong to you,” she practically screamed. “Now fuck me!”
    A triumphant grin spread across his handsome face but she
didn’t care. All she wanted was that elusive release only he could give her.
    The smell of their sex surrounded them as he pounded into
her. Water from her soaked hair probably mixed with her sweat rolled down her
back as her pussy fisted around him, milking him tighter and tighter until her
juices and cream released in climax.
    Through a haze she could see his dark eyes in the mirror but
it took too much energy to focus as the orgasm ripped through her with
unexpected fury.
    She grasped at the wall and dropped her head as she rode
through the waves of pleasure.
    Behind her, he grunted and moaned out her name as he buried
himself inside her one last time. Panting, she finally stepped forward. Her
body didn’t give him up easily though. Her vagina made a popping sound as she
shifted away.
    “Damn,” he muttered.
    Chuckling, she turned around to face him on wobbly legs.
“You can say that again.”
    Cupping her face, he leaned down and kissed her. His tongue
gently teased open her lips, tracing along the inside of her mouth before he
nibbled on her bottom lip.
    After a few moments, he pulled away and leaned his forehead
against hers. “If I’d known how it would be between us, I’d never have waited
this long.” Before she could respond, he pulled the curtain back into place and
turned the shower back on.
    The water hit them with a blast but his broad shoulders took
the brunt of it. Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around his waist and
pressed her body against the length of his firm, muscular chest and legs. “Why
did you push me away all those years ago?” she whispered.
    She held her breath waiting for an answer.
    Instead of responding, he shifted so that she was standing
under the pulsing stream. “I’ve got to go talk to some of the hands and let
them know I’ll be unavailable for the next couple of days, okay?”
    Adrianna wanted to argue but she’d known Sam long enough to
read the tight set of his jaw. If he didn’t want to answer her right now, fine.
She’d get him to tell her soon enough. And she didn’t mind using sex to get her
answers.
    * * * * *
    Adrianna snapped her phone shut and laid it on the kitchen
table. One hour and four phone calls later, she felt absolutely drained.
Planning her father’s funeral seemed surreal and if she was honest, she didn’t
know that she’d be handling it as well as she was without Sam’s presence.
    True, she hadn’t seen him for about an hour but she knew he
was around the ranch somewhere and that was good enough for her. She’d talked
to the minister handling the service, to the funeral home and to two of the
biggest gossips in town. They assured her they’d let everyone know everything
would be out at the ranch.
    The phone had rung a few times but for now she was ignoring
it. A quick glance at the clock told her it was only eight thirty. Somehow that
didn’t seem possible after the draining morning she’d had.
    She stood and glanced around the country kitchen. Her heart
pinched at the thought that she’d never sit down across the table from her dad
again. Never have Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner with him again. Swallowing
her tears, she shook her head and strode toward the front of the house. She
grabbed one of her old wool coats hanging on the rack and slipped it on over
her sweater.
    Maybe a quick ride around the ranch on her horse would pick
her up. Her boots crunched