Crossing the Line by Samantha Long

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A multitasking mom of four from Alabama, Samantha Long has been writing since the first grade. Samantha’s first story consisted of a one-paged fantasy biopic entitled, “If I Was An Indian”. Samantha’s racy writing tastes were evident at a young age, with the plot consisting of a warrior husband, elite living quarters, and an affair with the Chief. When she’s not writing, doing laundry, or changing diapers, you can find Samantha in front of her DVR catching up on episodes of Supernatural and Castle or enjoying sweet tea with a movie or good book. Samantha’s writings are inspired by the works of Nora Roberts, Lauren Kate, Kresley Cole, and Gena Showalter, to name a few.

Here is a short sample from the book:

When Victoria finished getting ready she glanced around the house and saw that her sister’s had lit the candles on her mantle and coffee table. Her face heated. What were they trying to do? She hurried to the first one and blew it out. Just as she went to blow out the second, the doorbell rang. “Crap!” She rushed, blowing out the rest before going to the door.
“Hey.” Nick held out a single stargazer lily.
“They’re my favorite. How did you know?” Victoria took the stem and grinned from ear to ear.
“Addie. She took my number from your phone and said that maybe it would soften you up.”
Victoria rolled her eyes as he followed her inside. She put the flower in a vase and set it on the mantle. She prayed he wouldn’t notice the smoking candles. “She’s such a bitch.” She couldn’t help but laugh at her sister’s meddling.
“What happened to the candles?” Nick looked around. “Addie said she was lighting them for ambiance.”
“Oh, God.” Victoria burst into laughter and the last of her nerves dissipated. “I blew them out. I didn’t know she told you about them.”
His lazy grin sent heat straight to her toes. “That’s a shame. I thought you were trying to get all romantic on me.”
Victoria didn’t know what to say to that. She gestured to the Chinese takeout bag he was holding. “I’m starving.”
They sat at the bar, eating and talking about the office. He told her about the progress they’d made over the past week.
She was trying to work up the courage to ask him about the end of the date and suddenly she just spit out the question. “Why did you just leave last Saturday?”
His body tensed. He set the food down before turning to look at her. His hooded gaze gave nothing away. “I couldn’t come inside.”
“Oh? Then why are you here now?” Victoria wasn’t hungry anymore. She stood up and crossed her arms. Hurt and humiliation clouded inside her. He watched her silently before standing.
“You’re not understanding.”
“How can I when you don’t explain what’s going on? I thought we were having a great night. I was anyway and then you didn’t talk on the way home, and you just left.”
Nick shook his head. He came to her and put his hands on her arms. “I couldn’t come inside, because if I did I wouldn’t be able to keep my promise.”
That baffled her. She looked up at his face, noticed the clenched jaw. She realized that even though he was an ex-MMA fighter, she wasn’t afraid of him. He wouldn’t hurt her. Physically at least. “Promise?”
Nick shoved a hand through is hair, making the black ends stand up everywhere. He then ran a hand down the stubble on his face. “It’s stupid. Don’t worry about it.”
“No.” She was curious now. “What promise, Nick? Did someone make you promise to leave me alone?”
“No, nothing like that.” He sighed, shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Victoria stepped closer and watched his eyes darken. Tension swept into the room, thick and full of heat. A new kind of power filled her. He wanted her; she knew that with a strong confidence. Something was holding him back and she was going to demolish whatever it was. “What is it then?”
“Ah,” He swallowed audible when she stepped even closer. “I promised myself.”
“Hmm.” She came closer, stopping only when there was less than an inch between them. He kept his hands in his pockets. “What did you promise yourself?” She tilted her head back to look into his eyes. Her lips parted.
“That I’d take this slowly. Seduce you.”
Victoria laughed softly. “I don’t want to take it slow.”
Nick blinked, then swore. His hands came up to either side of her neck and he lowered his mouth to hers. He meant to keep it soft but she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth closer. She slid her tongue across his bottom lip, then nipped it.
“Damn it, baby.” Nick laid his forehead against hers and breathed hard. “I wanted to seduce you. Give you what you need.”
“What is it that I need, Nick?” She trailed light kissed down his neck. Her nipples hardened when his hands trailed down her shoulders to her waist. His fingers tightened and he pulled her to him. There was no space between them now and she felt his erection pressing against her stomach.
“Christ.” Nick groaned. “I’m trying here. To be good.”
She lifted up on the tips of her toes and bit his earlobe. “I don’t want you to.”
He gave up. He’d wanted her so bad for a while now. That was no hope for him when she said that. “You asked for it.”
When he kissed her hard, she moaned into his mouth and pressed closer. His hands shifted and he lifted her onto the counter, stepping in between her legs. His hard-on pressed right into her center and she gasped.
Chapter Fourteen
Nick pulled back and looked at her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her hair tumbled around her face and chest, a hot mess from his hands. Her eyes were slumberous with desire, and her lips swollen from his mouth. He’d never been so hard in his life, his cock pressed painfully against his jeans. Something primitive rose in him. He wanted to leave his mark on her so that no other man thought she was available. He wanted to make her his, but he also wanted to show her how beautiful she was to him. He wanted her to feel it.
She looked at him questioningly as he scooped her up and carried out of the kitchen.
“Room?” His brain couldn’t make complete thoughts right now. Luckily she understood and pointed him in the right direction. He kicked the bedroom door shut behind him and set her on the bed. He pushed her down with his body and settled over her. He didn’t understand the gentle urges that rose in him, but he followed them anyway.
His lips trailed down her jaw and along her neck. Her chest rose and fell underneath the kisses at the same time he used his hands to push her tank top up and off. She laughed softly as he threw it, but the laugh caught in her throat when his gaze lowered to her chest. Good, he wanted her to demolish her thought process. He wanted her thinking of nothing but what he was doing to her.
He pulled her shorts down, throwing them too. His thinking process stuttered when he saw the matching red lace panties and bra covering her tanned skin. It took him a minute to remember what he was doing. He moved lower and dipped his head to lick right outside where her bra covered. “You are so fucking beautiful, Tori.”
Her moan spurred him on. He unclasped the front of her bra and pushed it aside. His breath caught when her breasts spilled out. “You are perfect.” Tenderly he kissed her mouth before turning his attention back to her chest. She bit her lip as he took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
He smiled against her breast when her fingers tightened in his hair and her body arched against him. After a minute he moved to the other, using the pad of his thumb to tease the one he left. The noises she kept making spurred him on. Never had he been so turned on by giving his partner pleasure. Usually it was just something he did to get to the end result but with Victoria…he wanted to make her feel amazing.
To do that he had to slow down, be patient. If he rushed this he could mess it up. He wanted to show her what it was like to go to bed with someone with experience, someone with her pleasure in mind. He glanced up as he moved lower, saw her lids drop, hiding what she was feeling from him. His hands brushed the waist of her panties and she stilled. Like this was something completely new to her.
“Victoria.” He paused, waiting on her to look at him. When she did, he asked, “Did Roger never do this for you?”
She shook her head, blushing.
“That bastard.” Nick rubbed his fingertips over her hip bones. “Well, lie back and let me show you what you’re missing.” He hooked his fingers in the edges of her panties and pulled them down slowly, kissing here and there when skin was exposed. When they were discarded to the floor he crawled slowly up her legs. He pushed her legs apart and groaned. She was wet and his mouth watered. He couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Nick.” Her voice was full of panic.
“Shh, baby. Relax, and enjoy this.” He ran his tongue up the middle of her, loving it when she gasped. “Damn it. You taste amazing.” His voice was husky with need.
Victoria tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling his head closer. Holy shit, how had she missed out on this her whole freaking life? No wonder Addie talked about sex all the time. His fingers tightened on her thighs and fire pooled in her belly. She felt amazing, beautiful. Drunk on her power as a woman. She didn’t want this feeling to ever stop.
As he used his tongue, his teeth, and then pushed two fingers into her, Victoria felt the sensation building in her lower abdomen. Her every sense focused on that one area and her body tensed. The feeling coiled, tighter and tighter, then he sucked on her clit.
She couldn’t stop the way she moaned, or whispering his name as she splintered. He didn’t stop, just kept going, pulling another orgasm out of her until she was left shaking and out of breath.
He crawled back up her body, leaning over her on his elbows. He grin widened when she smiled breathlessly up at him. The tip of his cock brushed her already sensitive clit and she gripped his arms. He pressed his lips to hers and without breaking it, pushed his cock into her slowly.
The sensation of fullness was new to her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“Hell, no. If you stop I will cut your balls off.”
Nick laughed. “That would ruin your fun.”
She ran her hands up and down and his chest, loving the feel of the tight muscles underneath her hands. And if she was being honest with herself, his tattoos were hot as hell. Just as he started to move again she leaned up and traced one of them with her tongue.
“Christ, baby.” Nick groaned. “You are so fucking wet. I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“Nick, I have daughters. This isn’t my first time having sex, although so far it’s definitely been the best. But if you don’t stop asking me if I’m okay or stop worrying about hurting me I’m going to kill you.”
“You asked for it.” He kissed her lazily, then pulled out to the tip and pushed back in.
“That’s…much better.” She was too breathless to talk and every time he moved, harder and harder, she quit trying to think. A flush started on her chest, moving up her neck.
He rolled his hips and she cried out. “You like that, baby? I’m giving you what you want.”
She nipped at his shoulder, urging him to go faster, harder. He complied, in and out, until her body tensed again. She tried to bite her lip, to hold back her cry but it was useless. It seemed to spur him on, because a second later he thrust hard, whole body tensing, before he said her name on a whisper. She loved the reverent way he said it, like this was a new experience for him.
“Baby, that was amazing.” Nick brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen in her face. “You are amazing.”
Victoria smiled sleepily up at him, spent in a way she never had been before. “That was phenomenal. I’ve never…” She frowned, embarrassed.
“Never…what?” Nick kissed her forehead and she felt something in her soften. She ignored it. She muttered the answer. “I didn’t catch that.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm before.”
Nick’s brows rose.
She sighed, completely humiliated now. She turned her head and stared at the lamp on her bedside table.
“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. That doesn’t mean anything about you.” He slid out of the bed, not ashamed of his nakedness, and held out his hand to her. After a second she took it and allowed him to take her into the bathroom. “That just means the men you were with had no idea what they were doing. You deserve to feel that.”
She watched him as he gathered two towels and started the shower. If she wasn’t careful, she could want to much from this and she knew that wasn’t possible. Nick wasn’t that type so she just had to be okay with what they had right now. He was just showing her a new side to him. She’d already seen the funny, charming side. She’d seen the hardworking one. But this–this was entirely seductive. The tenderness in how he made love to her, of how he was taking care of her now. If she didn’t watch it, she’d slip.
§§
After the shower, they’d both realized they were starving. Victoria warmed up the Chinese while he picked out a movie. He kept giving her gentle kisses or brushing a hand over her waist, or her ass, or softly down her hair, like he was afraid she’d run off.
It was hell on her heart and her body. He was already turning her on again but she knew if they were going to go again, she had to eat something. She settled onto the couch with him and laughed when she saw his movie preference. “I love this movie.”
“You’ve seen it?” Nick looked surprised. “Not many women I know have.”
“Snatch is amazing. And hilarious. Maybe you just hang out with stupid women.” Victoria leaned back and enjoyed the shock in his eyes.
“You keep surprising me.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” She wondered if maybe he didn’t like women that had their own minds.
“Oh, yes.” He nodded. “It keeps me on my toes.”
Maybe that was why he went through so many women. Maybe they bored him. She’d have to keep that in mind.
By the end of the night, well–the early morning hours–after he’d made love to her until she couldn’t move, Victoria felt like she’d lost a piece of herself to him. He’d been so tender, then rough in an entirely exciting way. He’d awakened a side of her she hadn’t known was there. She craved things she’d never thought about before. With Roger, she’d always been timid, letting him lead, letting him finish and not caring whether or not he enjoyed it. But with Nick, her dominance had escaped, and she used it to drive him crazy.
He didn’t stay the night, which was almost okay with her since she wasn’t sure what time her sister’s were bringing Lucia and Helena back. She didn’t want to the girls to know about this yet, not at least until she could define what it was between them. Her daughters did not need to realize that she was having a friends-with-benefits thing with the man renovating her office.