Seducing Sampson
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: SEDUCING SAMPSON
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
She took a deep breath and placed the phone against her ear. She let a laugh roll
through her as she flipped the lock on the door and pulled it open. She smiled up
at him doing her best to ignore the wandering of his eyes over her body. She
turned and walked away from him as she pretended to be speaking with one of
her girlfriends on the phone. She put just enough sway in her walk to have his
gaze fasten on her ass. She wasn’t disappointed when she turned slightly and
caught his eyes exactly where she wanted them.
No embarrassment for him. He slowly let his eyes travel back up her, stopping for
a moment to enjoy the view of her turgid nipples pushing against the thin white
material of her shirt. His eyes met hers and one eyebrow arched up at her and a
slow grin took form on his lips. He casually leaned back against the closed door
and just as she pretended to say goodbye and pull the phone away he flipped the
lock on the door.
Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “Hey, Sampson,” she said, her
voice husky with desire.
“Angelo gone?” he asked not moving from his position against the door.
“Yes,” she answered as she moved to replace the phone back on the base.
“For how long?” His eyes tracked her movement though he didn’t move a muscle.
“A week,” she breathed out as she turned from the table and looked over at him.
So close. She was only a few feet from him and already she could feel the heat of
his body from where she stood. She wanted him naked. Now.
“So it’s just you and me?” His voice was husky now and if she wasn’t mistaken
that was a spark of lust in his eyes.
“Yes. Just you and me, Sampson.” She couldn’t stop the feline grin that took over
her face.
“You planning to try to seduce me again, Bella?” He asked the question
nonchalantly as he pushed away from the door and moved toward her. He looked
like a mighty jungle cat, perhaps a panther or tiger, as he moved lithely across the
room toward her. Before she realized it he had her backed against the wall,
trapped and, God willing, at his mercy. It was exactly where she wanted to be. A
finger flicked down and brushed across her nipple sending her pulse racing with
anticipation and he leaned in close enough to nip her earlobe with his teeth.
“Because I have to warn you, Bella. You’re no longer an eighteen-year-old virgin.
And there is no big brother looking over my shoulder this time.”
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
She took a deep breath and placed the phone against her ear. She let a laugh roll
through her as she flipped the lock on the door and pulled it open. She smiled up
at him doing her best to ignore the wandering of his eyes over her body. She
turned and walked away from him as she pretended to be speaking with one of
her girlfriends on the phone. She put just enough sway in her walk to have his
gaze fasten on her ass. She wasn’t disappointed when she turned slightly and
caught his eyes exactly where she wanted them.
No embarrassment for him. He slowly let his eyes travel back up her, stopping for
a moment to enjoy the view of her turgid nipples pushing against the thin white
material of her shirt. His eyes met hers and one eyebrow arched up at her and a
slow grin took form on his lips. He casually leaned back against the closed door
and just as she pretended to say goodbye and pull the phone away he flipped the
lock on the door.
Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “Hey, Sampson,” she said, her
voice husky with desire.
“Angelo gone?” he asked not moving from his position against the door.
“Yes,” she answered as she moved to replace the phone back on the base.
“For how long?” His eyes tracked her movement though he didn’t move a muscle.
“A week,” she breathed out as she turned from the table and looked over at him.
So close. She was only a few feet from him and already she could feel the heat of
his body from where she stood. She wanted him naked. Now.
“So it’s just you and me?” His voice was husky now and if she wasn’t mistaken
that was a spark of lust in his eyes.
“Yes. Just you and me, Sampson.” She couldn’t stop the feline grin that took over
her face.
“You planning to try to seduce me again, Bella?” He asked the question
nonchalantly as he pushed away from the door and moved toward her. He looked
like a mighty jungle cat, perhaps a panther or tiger, as he moved lithely across the
room toward her. Before she realized it he had her backed against the wall,
trapped and, God willing, at his mercy. It was exactly where she wanted to be. A
finger flicked down and brushed across her nipple sending her pulse racing with
anticipation and he leaned in close enough to nip her earlobe with his teeth.
“Because I have to warn you, Bella. You’re no longer an eighteen-year-old virgin.
And there is no big brother looking over my shoulder this time.”