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  Her mouth opens, then closes, and I see her throat move as she swallows.

  She knows. I grin. Excellent.

  "Everyone! Time for dinner!" Nadia's grandmother comes though. "Sam, it's good to see you." She pats my arm.

  "Nadia, I'm glad you're here," she leans in and kisses Nadia's cheek. "Let's talk later. But now, let's eat!" She moves on, herding everyone toward the dining room.

  Nadia smiles as she pushed away from the counter. I followed her in, watching her legs and her ass. Everything seemed too perfect.

  Don't screw this up. Don't screw this up. Don't screw this up.

  Nadia

  I walked in to the dining room, feeling Sam's eyes on me. Burning into me, to tell the truth. I didn't know how I felt about it.

  Good? Flattered? I thought so. But it was like a physical touch. And the thought of Sam touching me sent a thrill through me. He was a fixture in my childhood, and I'd crushed hard on him for years. But he showed no interest, and I wasn't the type to put myself out there.

  Maybe that had changed? It felt like it. Not that I knew what to do with it.

  We sat for dinner and Sam was across from me. Carla, damn her, was right next to him. She smirked at me, and I wondered if she'd moved the place cards Grandma still used.

  Probably. She was pushy like that.

  The thought depressed me that I wouldn't have a shot with Sam with Carla flipping her hair all over him—she'd done it all her life and it had always been annoying. But then I saw something that made me rethink that idea.

  I was watching Sam from under my lashes, and as Carla hair flipped and sent him a brilliant smile, he rolled his eyes. She didn't see it, but I did.

  Then Sam looked at me, and the corners of his mouth turned up. His eyes, cool and icy blue, warmed as they looked at me. As we stared at one another, it was like no one else was there.

  Carla hair flipped in his direction again—did she have any other move, for Pete’s sake? Sam broke eye contact with me and did the polite thing by talking to the smarmy cow. I ducked my head down as I took food from the plates being passed.

  She thought she was in. I knew better—at least, I hoped I did. I was even more sure when I felt the pressure of a foot on mine. Looking up, I could see those blue eyes burning into me.

  The shiver I'd gotten from talking with Sam in the kitchen raced through me, ending up in my core, and I felt wetness between my legs.

  How did he do that with just his eyes? It made me want to see what he could do with his hands and ... other parts. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself. Even if he was playing footsie with me. I smiled into my mashed potatoes. The thought of what Sam could do to me—what I wanted to do to him—made me fidget in my chair, rubbing my legs together. My panties were wet, and my skin felt hot. Hopefully no one else would notice.

  Dinner seemed to take forever as I dealt with my growing attraction. Well, the expression of it. Every so often, Sam would meet my eyes, and I’d get hotter. My panties were going to be useless if he kept that up.

  Finally, we made it to dessert. My mom came out with a tray with two of the pies, and a stack of plates. One of my aunts followed behind her with the other pies. There were appreciative noises from everyone sitting at the table. I wasn't kidding about my mom's skill at pies. Had she not brought these, the family might have revolted.

  There was a quiet bustle as my mom sliced the pies and my aunt served them. I had a piece of strawberry rhubarb, and I watched Sam as I ate.

  Carla was chattering at him, but he was ignoring her. His eyes were fixed on me. And when he took a bite that had whipped cream, the way his lips moved made me wish we were alone.

  He had to be doing this on purpose, right? This wasn't just wishful thinking on my part, was it? I'd always wanted to be more than friends with Sam.

  My heart bear faster at the thought. I felt a nudge at my ankle, and then a foot moved up the inside of my calf. My eyes met Sam's. His held humor and a lurking fire that promised to scorch me if I got too close.

  I wanted to burn.

  "All right, I need help," Grandma said. She looked around the table.

  Carla moved her arm behind Sam on the back of his chair. "I'm sure that Nadia--"

  "Would love to step outside and get some fresh air," Grandma cut her off. "I bet everyone would. Thank you for volunteering to help me, Carla. Such a sweet girl," she smiled at Carla.

  I had to duck my head to keep the laugh in. I'd glimpsed Carla's face, and it was a thing of beauty—for me, anyway. Grandma must have not liked the hair flipping either.

  "Go on, everyone up and out. Go walk around the block, and work off that pie," Grandma said. "Come on, Carla, let's clear the table." She clapped her hands and then began stacking plates in front of her.

  I got up and headed for the door. As I moved with everyone else, I felt a hand take mine. I looked up and Sam was standing next to me. He was so tall. His hair gleamed in the light, the dark color showing glints of blue that matched his eyes.

  "Hold up," he whispered.

  The rest of the family filed out, and still holding hands, Sam and I followed. Everyone went out the front door. Sam was slowing our pace in relation to the herd of people trooping down the sidewalk.

  "Thank God your grandma threw everyone out. I was going crazy in there."

  "Why?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.

  "Because I was too far away from you," he said. "Is the treehouse still here?"

  "What?" I asked, thrown off by the abrupt change of subject. "I think so?"

  "Let's go see," he pulled me off the sidewalk and ducked through the bushes. I followed, wondering if this was happening. Sam was pulling me into the bushes; Sam was holding my hand and looking at me like he wanted to take a bite out of me. The thought was delicious.

  “It’s still here! You think we can make it up there?” He asked, stopping in front of the large tree. It was at the back of the yard, and hundreds of kids had played in it over the years.

  “It should be. One of the uncles comes out every year and makes sure it’s in good shape,” I said, remembering hearing about it.

  “Well, let me go up and see.” He dropped my hand, and climbed up the ladder, giving me a great view of his ass.

  Of his everything. Everything about Sam was amazing. His head appeared in the opening. “It’s good. Join me?” His hand reached down for me, and I could see one eyebrow cocked up. The blue eyes were on fire.

  Hell yes. Hell yes. I hurried up the ladder, and when I scrabbled over it and into the treehouse, Sam was there, arms out. He drew me into them and pulled me close.

  “I’ve been waiting to do this to you for… oh, forever,” he murmured as he leaned down and captured my willing lips.

  My mind spun at his words as my body responded to his kiss. The result was that I clung to him, opening my mouth and letting him thrust his tongue in. He cradled my face in his hands, making me feel like the most precious object he’d ever come across.

  “Nadia,” he whispered.

  I didn’t answer but pressed myself closer to him. Forever? The thought thrilled me as much as what was happening. We’d have to talk about that. Later.

  I could feel the outline of his cock against my belly. It was huge, and while it was exciting to feel that next to me, to know that I was the one responsible—that wasn’t where I wanted it—or him--to be.

  I rubbed against him and had the satisfaction of hearing him groan into my mouth. The vibration of his voice against my lips created an answering rush of wetness between my legs, and my pussy felt hot and swollen. It needed him, needed Sam. I bit his bottom lip.

  To say that I wasn’t prepared for his response was an understatement.

  “My God,” he breathed. He leaned down a little and tightened his arms around me and then lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, allowing my pussy to finally, finally rub up against that cock that had been making me crazy.

  It was as though my inner wild woman had taken o
ver. I’d never been this forward with William. Maybe that had been the problem. Or maybe it was that William wasn’t Sam.

  No one was.

  “I need you, Nadia.” The words were husky, and his voice was hoarse.

  “I need you, too,” I said, sliding my hand between us and squeezing his cock. “I need you so bad.”

  “Do you? Well, let me see.” He moved his hand between my legs, under my skirt, and slid his hand up into my panties, caressing my folds, and teasing my pussy with the tip of his finger.

  I had to cover my mouth and bite my hand to keep my moan in. This was Sam, and he was touching me the way I’d always wanted him to.

  “You do need me. In fact, it’s very, very obvious you need me badly. You’re so wet.” He drew his fingers back and forth again and then plunged one inside me.

  Sam

  “Your skin is so soft, and I can feel the heat dripping off you,” I whispered into her ear.

  Her only response was to moan, and her legs tightened around my hand.

  “You are in such need, aren’t you?”

  “I need you, Sam,” she whispered.

  The words made my cock harder, which I didn’t think was possible. She needed me. She wanted me. Me, Sam Harker.

  “One thing I love, one thing I value, is honesty,” I whispered. My voice came out hoarse and ragged, and I knew it was because I was trying not to rip our clothes off and lose myself in her. “You’re being so honest with me, you deserve a reward.”

  “What?” Nadia looked at me, her eyes coming into focus. “What the fuck are you talking about, Sam?” She panted. “Are we not on the same page here?”

  “Oh, we are. Will you trust me?”

  Her brow crinkled just a little, and it made me fall in love with her. Well, fall more in love with her. Not that she knew that. But she would.

  I laid her down on the floor of the treehouse. Years of kids being in it had made the wood smooth. Kissing her, I let my hands roam again, ending up with my fingers teasing her pussy.

  “Oh,” she moaned into my mouth.

  I pulled back and then kissed the middle of her chest. I lifted her shirt and kissed her midsection. Then I positioned myself between her legs, taking warmth and the smell of her arousal.

  Hot apple pie. The thought came before I could stop myself. She was warm, and she smelled like apples and cinnamon. The way I’d always remembered her. I slid my hand between her legs, into the warmth of her, and it was like I was standing back in that kitchen all those years ago, my cock hard, me not knowing what to do with it, and Nadia, innocently bent over in front of me.

  Only this time, she wasn’t bent over. Or innocent. She was spread open before me, waiting for me. I bent my head down and licked her. Her knees tightened, and I could hear the inhale of breath from her, but she didn’t say anything.

  Carefully, wanting to make this last, I explored her pussy, thrusting my tongue in and out of her like I was fucking her. It was everything and more I’d ever dreamed about. When I sucked at her clit, she whispered, “Oh, God…” and her hands clenched in my hair.

  As I sucked her, I put a finger inside her. Her pussy tightened on me, and I increased the intensity of my sucking as I slid a second, and then a third finger into her. I moved them slowly in and out of her at first, but then, as her head moved back and forth, I increased the tempo. Glancing up at her, I could see her eyes were closed.

  “Stop.”

  “What?” I asked, my voice muffled.

  “Stop. I want to come with you inside me.”

  No one had ever stopped me in the middle of this before. I took a moment to orient myself.

  “Come here, Sam.” Her tone indicated she would not take no for an answer.

  Which was fine with me. I’d have to come back to eating her and making her scream my name and other incoherencies later. This was an acceptable interruption.

  “Tell me you have a condom,” she breathed.

  I didn’t answer. I was so focused on not losing it, not losing control, that I didn’t have the words. I fumbled in my pockets. Shit damn hell, I hoped I had one. I usually did because you never knew. But today would be the one time--I found it and held it out, a triumphant grin splitting my face.

  “Thank you sweet baby Jee,” she said. “I might have had to kill you.”

  “That wouldn’t help your problem,” I shot back, the smile still threatening to break my face in half. I shucked my pants off in a ball and tore open the condom. I had it on in less than three seconds, and before she could say something else smart-assed, I was between her legs, my cock nudging the entrance to her pussy.

  She moved her hips against me. I grinned. Carefully, slowly, wanting to see her come undone, I slid into her.

  The cinnamon scents around her encompassed me. I continued pushing inside her and buried myself to the hilt.

  She felt amazing. For a moment, I paused, taking in that it was Nadia who was grabbing my ass cheeks; it was Nadia who let me be with her. She filled my head.

  “Oh, Sam! I can’t wait!” She dug her nails into me. “Don’t go slow!”

  I didn’t need any more encouragement. I drove into her, again, and again, feeling her nails against me, and hearing the small moans and noises she made. I looked into her eyes, and I was lost.

  Over and over I thrust into Nadia, feeling her warmth welcome me. There was sweat on my back, and where my hands held her, one hand on her neck, cradling the back of her head, and one on her hip, I could feel the slickness of her skin.

  Her hands holding my ass were hot, and I could see the intensity in her eyes as I brought us both closer to the cliff. I wanted to fall over it together. I wanted to come and have her clench around my cock, and fall with me, both of us out of control, but together.

  “Faster,” she said.

  “Holy… hell,” I got out. “You’re going… to… kill me.”

  Nadia laughed. She actually laughed as her nails made marks in my backside. “We’ll… both die… happy!”

  Her eyes widened, and I could feel that she was close. So was I. I drove into her again, going as deeply as I could, and I felt the walls of her pussy clench.

  “Oh… Sam, Sam!” Her voice started as a whisper and ended as a scream.

  Someone would find us with all her noise. I decided I didn’t care. I’d waited a long time to hear her say my name like this. But Nadia took my hand from the back of her head and placed it over her mouth. When I looked at her, a question in my eyes, I must have slowed down.

  She moved my hand. “Don’t stop, Sam! I don’t want anyone to come up here!” Then she put my hand back over her mouth, her eyes gleaming at me.

  There was so much to Nadia that I did not understand, and the thought excited me. I’d known her all my life, but apparently, I didn’t know her as well as I thought. She had a dark side. The thought made my cock harder.

  When she bit the side of my finger that pushed me over the edge. “I… I can’t wait!” I whispered in her ear. I let myself come, feeling her pulling me in, and then an answering warmth and wetness even as I poured myself into her.

  I relaxed, and started to roll off her, not wanting to crush her. She wrapped her legs around me and held me close.

  “No. Stay.” She hugged me tighter.

  I relaxed, still worried I’d be too heavy, but Nadia didn’t seem to mind. She cuddled her head next to mine, and the quiet was so loud I could hear her heart beating.

  “That was amazing,” Nadia sighed into my ear. “Now how do we get out of here without being seen?”

  My heart stopped. “What, you’re ashamed of me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

  “Don’t be silly. Of course not. I’m afraid of facing everyone else in that house right this minute. It would be nice if you took the heat off my dumped ass, but this is a different kind of heat. Are you ready for that?”

  The weight on my heart lifted. To have her not want anything else to do with me would be the worst, but I’d manage
. I’d save the wailing and moaning until I got home, away from my grandmother’s eagle eyes.

  But I’d be pleased beyond belief if we got caught. This—she—was what I wanted. However, if Nadia wanted to go low-key, I’d do that too. As long as it wasn’t forever. I noticed she was staring at me. “Did you say something?”

  “Are you all right? You look a million miles away.”

  “Nope. Right here with you.” I kissed her, and her tongue tangled with mine. I felt my cock stir again. “You want to keep hiding here, or do we head out?”

  Nadia sighed. “We might as well get ourselves together and try to fake our way out of here. Then you can…” she stopped. “Well, you could come over if you wanted to.” Her eyes met mine.

  “I definitely want to come over,” I said, feeling better. “We have so much to… talk about.”

  Nadia laughed, and it was the best thing I’d ever heard.

  “Well, come on. Let’s see if we can sneak back in like we got lost on the walk, or something.”

  Laughing together like two little kids, we got dressed and climbed down from the treehouse.

  One Year Later

  Nadia

  We were able to sneak out of the treehouse that day, but when we walked back into the house, everyone was already back from the walk. I made my escape to the bathroom. I was doomed because it was obvious even with my most optimistic spin on the situation that Sam and I had the ‘just fucked like rabbits’ look.

  Then I decided I didn’t care, fluffed my hair, and strolled back out like I was the Queen of England. There had been sly glances, and a lot of laughter from both our grandmothers behind their hands, but no one had said anything directly.

  Carla was extremely put out. That was almost as good as the sex in the treehouse.

  That had been a year ago, and what an amazing year it had been. I snickered to myself as I pulled the pie out of the oven. I’d been so worried about going to Grandma’s last year, and it had been the best Thanksgiving of my life. Sam and I were inseparable after that, and when we weren’t having mad sex, we were talking.