Sam ran his hands along her spine, pulling her closer to his torso. Her hips arched against him. “Bobby, I swear I’d never hurt you, never raise a hand to you. Trust me.” Trust him. She’d couldn’t remember ever truly trusting a man before. But she’d never felt this kind of yearning before, either, this magic connection between herself and a man. She couldn’t say the words, couldn’t commit to total trust. But she was committed to total lust. Sam awakened a burning desire within her, a longing that ached right down to her core. Instead of talking, she simply...