“Guess not.”

“Sometimes it’s okay to be a little mysterious,” I said, leaning over to kiss Samantha’s full lips. Just as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, her stomach growled loudly. I pulled away to grin at her. “Guess you weren’t kidding when you said you were hungry.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I need to remember to feed my woman if I’m going to keep her out all night working up an appetite.”

Samantha snorted contemptuously. “ ‘My woman’? You sound like a caveman.”

I slid onto the seat in front of her before throwing a look at her over my shoulder. “Just remember you are my woman.”

“Is that a fact, Caveman?” she asked teasingly.

“It sure as hell is.”

She brought her arms around my waist. “I guess there are worse things I could be than a caveman’s woman.”

“I want to hear you say that you’re my woman.”

“Honestly, Bishop.”

“Say it,” I instructed as I revved the ATV’s motor.

Samantha turned up her chin and stared at the sky. When she didn’t respond, I said, “I’ll stay right here until you say it—your growling stomach be damned.”

“I don’t take orders,” she said as she continued eyeing the clouds.

Whirling around, I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her around to sit on my lap.

“Bishop, what are you—”

I silenced her by crushing my mouth against hers. At the same time, I brought my hand between her legs. She gasped when I began to stroke her over her panties. “Say it, Samantha.”

“Mmm,” she whimpered, her hips rising and falling in time with my hand.

“Say that you’re my woman, or I won’t let you come.”

“You don’t play fair,” she panted.

“No, babe, I don’t. And I always get what I want.” As my fingers grazed against her stomach, she sucked in a breath, which she wheezed out the moment I slipped two fingers inside her. “Are you going to say it now?”

Staring me straight in the eye, Sam said, “I’m your woman, you fucking Neanderthal asshole.”

I threw my head back with a laugh. “I guess that’s one way to say it.”

She ground her hips against my hand. “Now make me come.”

“I’m the one to give the orders around here.”

Samantha grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck and tugged it hard. “If you don’t make me come now, I won’t let you fuck me for at least a week. If not longer.”

I groaned. “Man, you drive a hard bargain.”

She grinned. “And you let your dick make all your decisions.”

“I am a man, aren’t I?”

“True. Very true.”

I began to pump my fingers harder and faster inside Samantha. She pulled my head to hers, and we started kissing madly. Our tongues battled with the same intensity as my hand and her hips. As she started over the edge, she moaned into my mouth. I pulled back to watch as her eyes pinched shut with pleasure and she bit down on her lip. Damn, she was fucking hot when she came.

When her walls stopped clenching around my finger, I withdrew my hand. Samantha gave me a lazy smile. “Part of me wants to forgo breakfast and a shower to just stay out here and fuck all day.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

She placed her palm on my chest and pushed me back. “Feed me first and we’ll talk about fucking the rest of the day.”

“What if you ate some of the food off me?”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love me anyway.”

Her expression turned serious. “Not yet, but I have a feeling you’re going to make me fall in love with you.”

My heartbeat thundered loudly in my chest at her response. While I had jokingly mentioned love to Samantha, I had felt so drawn to her over the last few weeks. She was the first thing I thought of in the morning as well as when I went to sleep. Did that mean I loved her? I’d never been in love before, and now I couldn’t imagine being with any other woman but her. With the smell of her on my fingers and on my tongue, along with her supremely gorgeous body tucked close against me, I revved the motor.

Thankfully, Samantha was behind me, because I knew there was a ridiculous smile on my face the entire way home.

Playing the part of a gentleman, I drove Samantha all the way out of the woods, rather than stopping where we’d found the ATV. When we pulled into my driveway, people were ambling around the compound as they slowly came back to life from last night’s partying. Probably some of them hadn’t gone to bed all night and had toasted the sunrise with stale beer. I had done that more than a few times myself.

I led Samantha up the front walk and onto the porch. When we got inside, Samantha headed to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Looking for something for breakfast.”

“Sorry, babe, but you’re not going to find anything edible in there.”

She cocked her head at me. “You have a perfectly functional kitchen with no food?”

“I could lie and say I haven’t been to the store, or I could tell the truth, which would be my mother spoils me by cooking all my meals.”

Samantha’s eyes widened. “You’re joking.”

“Sadly, no. She used to cook three meals a day for us Malloy boys, but with Rev and Deacon married off, it’s just me.”

After giving a low whistle, Samantha said, “Doesn’t your mother know she’s ruining you for any woman? Please tell me she doesn’t do your laundry, too.”