Heart's Surrender Read Online Free PDF Page A

to hurry because Gillian was waiting for her. Wasting no more time, she positioned the showerhead between her legs. The pulses hit her and caused a pleasure close to pain. “Yes. God, yes!”
    She closed her eyes and imagined Gillian kneeling on the shower floor, licking her pussy, tongue-fucking her while Sam rode that beautiful face. A low groan escaped her. The orgasm built quickly, and it wasn’t long before a climax ripped through her.
    Opening her eyes, Sam stared at her arm. Teeth marks indented her skin where she had bitten into her hastily raised forearm to stifle the noise. She touched the marks with trembling fingers. Fortunately, they were superficial. That had been one hell of an orgasm. She leaned against the tiled wall, breathing heavily through her nose, and let the hot water run down her neck. She needed a moment to come down from such a high. Wow.
    With genuine regret, she got out of the shower. She dried herself with one of the fluffiest towels she had held in her hand in a long time and Sam found herself imagining drying Gillian with one of those later. Man, had she misjudged the potential of this date. She would have to thank Linda for dragging her to the party, although the notion of showing gratitude had Sam grinding her teeth.
    There were nicer things to think about. She laid the towel over the rack in the corner and walked to the door that led into the bedroom. There was no need to get dressed. I hope she hasn’t gone to sleep.
    Sam opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks.
    Gillian lay naked on the bed, the fingers of her right hand placed over her pussy; the other hand busy playing with one of those tempting nipples. “I thought you would never come back. So I started on my own.” Her voice was husky, with a slight tremor to it.
    Heat shot through Sam. “Don’t you dare.” She crossed the distance to the bed. “Away with those hands. Now.”
    Gillian giggled. “Or?”
    “Or else.” Sam jumped on the bed and replaced Gillian’s hands with her own. This was going to be a fun night.

CHAPTER 4
    Waking up in her own bed was good but the sound clawing its way into her bedroom wasn’t. Gillian clenched her teeth against the deafening noise of grinding beans. She hated the digital super-automatic espresso machine that Derrick had insisted on buying. A simple coffee machine would have done the job as well. And at this very moment Gillian also hated Tilde, her Swedish au pair, who had insisted on keeping the machine.
    A glance at the clock revealed that it was already three p.m. The kids would be back in around two hours. Gillian sighed and stretched lazily, grinning when her sore muscles protested against the movement. Gosh, it’s going to take another day or two before I’m able to move again without thinking of last night. Of Sam. Butch as butch can be. And yet…never before had anyone been so attentive to Gillian’s needs. She brought her fingers close to her nose and inhaled deeply. Even though she had showered before leaving the apartment, a whiff of her own scent still clung to her fingers. A smile spread over Gillian’s face. She clutched the sheet to her chest and closed her eyes. Her body tingled all over as she remembered those hands on her body, in her body.
    Somewhere inside the house a door slammed.
    Gillian cursed and rolled out of bed. I can’t go through the day constantly thinking of sex. And Sam. Stunning Sam. Gillian hadn’t gotten enough of those hard muscles under soft skin. The only drawback had been Sam’s obvious dislike of being touched intimately. Gillian sighed. I need a cold shower. A very, very cold shower. Again.
    Fifteen minutes later, Gillian stood at the kitchen window and watched Mrs. Storm, one of the biggest gossips in the neighborhood, inspecting their neighbor’s garden over the picket fence. Mrs. Storm was like the Spanish inquisition. An inquisition Gillian had banned from her house after Derrick’s death. Which had made Mrs. Storm very