Heart & Soul: The Meeting (Heartland Series) Read Online Free PDF

unadulterated
maleness and just being close to him did things to her body that she hadn’t
felt in a very long time.

 
    It wasn’t until they were at the elevators and the
leggy blond pushed the call button that he released her elbow and took a step
back.   He thrust one hand into his pocket
and the other he pushed back through his dark hair, something that her fingers
had been itching to do from the moment she’d met him.

 
    “A pleasure to meet you both. David.” He said then paused, looking her right in the eyes, a small smile on
his lips. “Samantha.”

 
    Sam knew that she was probably reading more into
it, but the way he’d just said her name, her full given name, so soft and
sultry send her mind back to that couch, her and Alistair stretched across it,
his hands on her naked body, his lips doing tantalising things to her
nipples.   Sam felt a rush of liquid heat
begin to spread between her thighs.   As
the elevator doors slid shut, the last image she saw was of Alistair rising
over her and thrusting into her pussy as they began their descent back to the
real world.

 
    oOo

 
    The elevators doors seemed to take forever to
close.   Alistair forced his feet to
remain rooted to the spot, refusing to move to catch one last glimpse of the captivating
redhead who’d just left his home away from home.   When the doors finally closed and the digital
display told him the elevator was descending, he pushed both hands through his
hair and let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

 
    He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but
whatever it was, it was something he had never experienced before and he was
damn certain he hadn’t expected it. He’d spent a little over thirty minutes
with David and Samantha and in that time all he’d been able to do was imagine
what it would feel like to have Samantha spread out underneath him, writhing
under his touch as he pushed inside her body and fucked her senseless until she
screamed his name over and over.

 
    Shaking his head, Alistair turned and went back
into his suite.   Crossing the room with
long, easy strides, he reached the bedroom within moments, his fingers working
the buttons on his shirt as he went into the adjoining bathroom.   Stripping his shirt from his body, Alistair
reached into the shower and flipped it on.   Kicking of his shoes, he removed what was left of his clothes and
stepped under the cool stream of water.   Placing his hands on the tiled wall, he let his head drop forward as the
water beat down onto his back, cooling the skin that had become heated so
quickly only several moments ago.  

 
    As soon as he closed his eyes he knew it had been a
mistake.   All he could see was the length
of her glossy red hair, the deep green of her eyes, the high cheekbones and
full lips that just begged to be kissed.   He’d noticed that she wore very little make-up, something he
appreciated.   He sometimes spent weeks,
often months in the company of women who plastered their faces with layers of
cosmetics until they were almost unrecognisable.   There was nothing he found sexier than a
woman who liked to be natural and it seemed Sam might be one of those women.

 
    As the water streamed down his back, he imagined
her skin to be as soft as silk, her curvy figure to be as luscious in the flesh
as it appeared through her clothes.   He
loved a woman with real curves, not these stick thin models that always seemed
to make a bee line for him wherever he went.   He always politely declined when they threw
themselves at him.   Fucking a skeleton
didn’t appealed to him.   He’d been there,
done that and experience had taught him a lot.

 
    He’d never been egotistical, at least he didn’t
think so, but he was sure there were others out there that would disagree.   He’d had his share of women, both before and
after he’d been launched into the public eye almost three years ago.   He knew women found him attractive and