YM778.TV Chapter 60 - White Cotton
He could even play with her hair, and she didn\'t complain about anything.
It was surprising how she asked him for one night of sex and then decided to snuggle for that kind of caresses. It was even more surprising he wasn\'t annoyed by it.
«You\'re good,» she commented while trailing her fingers on his chest. «More than I imagined.»
«More? Imagined?»
«You feel the same thing, so you must have thought about me as well,» she said. «It\'s mutual attraction.»
«And what did you imagine?»
«A rogue,» she sighed.
«And are you relieved I am not one?»
«Who said you\'re not?» she giggled, remembering the way his hands were ready to grab her.
«You haven\'t seen anything rough, Mine,» he replied, a little wounded in his pride.
He\'d done everything in his power to be gentle. Yet that ungrateful devil didn\'t even notice his efforts. He wasted too much energy on that.
«Next time, you will see a rogue, Miss Trouble.»
Samantha smiled while her body was crossed by a warm, promising thrill.
«I\'ll see,» she said.
Rider rolled his eyes, sighing helplessly. Why was it so difficult to win an argument against her? She was too stubborn to be his woman.
Yet, the way she surrendered and accepted to do what he wanted was thrilling. He felt like a victor, even though he was sure she wanted to try that window as well. He did catch her gaze there, after all.
Her screams of pleasure and the way her fingers dig deep into his flesh while asking him for more were enough of a prize. She wanted it as much as him, it was sure.
«You\'re not tired enough,» he said, noticing her eyes closing as she relaxed. «Next time, you won\'t have spare energy to talk.»
«That\'s good,» she replied. «You persist making promises. Keep in mind that I\'ll be very sad if you break your word.»
«Oh, I won\'t...»
He pecked her temple, accompanying her into slumber with his caresses.
He waited for her to fall asleep before getting up.
He wore his clothes back, wondering whether to buy a shirt somewhere on the way. The little devil had torn it apart from side to side.
He smiled at the damage. If it was anyone else, he would have been fuming in anger.
He even collected her clothes, folding them on a chair for her to find. He took the white panties and hid them in his pocket. Those were going with him.
He found her purse and opened it in search of her phone. He dialled his number and made a phone call. He didn\'t need to unlock the phone to make calls, so he managed without disturbing the sleeping beauty. He saved her number in his phone, and he considered doing the same in hers.
But then, he decided not to. It was too much of a risk: he would need to reach the bed and press her finger on the sensor. She could get up and screw the whole operation.
He had her number, and he would send her a message in the following days. She could save his number then.
He returned the phone in place and hung the purse on the chair with the rest of the clothes.
He walked to the bed and bent down to kiss that woman\'s hair.
In the end, she did acknowledge they would meet again. He didn\'t know when, but she had accepted to settle scores.
It was the first step towards making her completely his, even out of bed. Wolves mate for life, and that woman had to succumb to her instincts sooner or later.
Rider just needed to resist longer, and she would eventually leave her pack and join his.
He wore the jacket and closed it up to the neck. Not having a shirt was bothersome, but he could resist till reaching home.
He closed the door and walked away. It was almost dawn, but the city was still noisy and lively. As if a long night didn\'t come to an end.
He walked on the steps they made to reach the hotel, and he tried his best to forget how that little devil brought him to a hotel for mistresses. She even paid for his beer and the room.
Leeching off wasn\'t his style, but Samantha Murphy had enough money to afford it.
He knew her name, her job, and what most people in Norwich thought of her. Unreachable, competent, and cold as ice. And one who doesn\'t have time for relationships.
He proceeded fast, hands in the pockets of his jacket.
He would send her a message a few days later. That way, he would remind her of that night. And he would find an excuse to set up a second meeting.
The bond would have done the rest, and, little by little, Samantha was going to get used to him. One day, she would accept to be his.
He just needed to wait for her to fall in love. Women were easy to manage once they\'d fallen, right?
He chuckled, raising his eyes to watch the rising sun.
She was going to be his, sooner or later.
As Rider went home, his mood to the sky, Samantha woke up alone. She took her time with a long, hot shower, and she got ready to go to work. It was almost time to be in the office.
At least, she didn\'t have any meeting scheduled, thanks to the Black Moon. She was feeling too good for a dark night.
Even not finding her underwear didn\'t ruin her smile. It just made her sigh for a moment, for she didn\'t have time to go back home and find another pair.
If only she knew how that night would be, she would have worn something better...
For sure, Rider didn\'t take with him a pair of plain cotton panties.