Fitzgerald did not move when Samantha lunged at him.
He still had no idea what had made her so angry, but, strangely enough, he found that he enjoyed her like this.
Samantha was never more alive than when she was furious with him.
He caught her around the waist as she lunged, using her momentum to lift her clean off the floor. Before she could protest, he swung her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed.
"Put me down!"
He did.
Just not gently enough to satisfy her.
She landed on the mattress with a startled gasp, and Fitzgerald followed immediately, catching both her wrists and holding them above her head.
He trapped her legs between his knees before she could retaliate. He had learned the hard way what those knees were capable of. He rather liked his crown jewels where they were.
"Samantha."
She twisted beneath him.
