She responded to him with her own brand of passion and need. Her head filled with images of bliss, of the two of them dancing in the sun, in a sea of flowers.
Samson pulled back and suddenly gave her a short break to breathe. “I can’t get enough of you. Don’t leave. Stay. Stay with me. Live here. With me.”
“But, I have to go back to school and work.” Her protest was weak. She didn’t want to leave, but she couldn’t just stay either. She had a life. she had an apartment. She couldn't just leave. This was going so damn fast. They had to slow down.
"You can still do all that from here"
He took her upper lip between his and sucked gently. “Please.” His tongue swept over her lips. “Belle. We’ll talk about it later. But right now . . . ”
He flipped her masterfully and brought her underneath him, gazing into her eyes for a long moment.