Page 32 of Wrecked

“Well, somebody has to. Beth and Shane couldn’t boil water if their lives depended on it. Would you like something to drink?”

“Water would be great. I think I’ve had enough alcohol for tonight.”

I open the fridge and pull out two bottles of chilled spring water, handing him one and keeping one for myself. I watch as he uncaps his and takes a long swig.

“You really only had two drinks tonight?” I ask, wanting to be sure.

Sam nods. “Why? Are you worried I might be drunk?”

“Something like that.”

“Don’t worry. It was just the two. I’m perfectly sober.”

“Come on,” I say as I leave the kitchen. We’re right back where we started, at the entryway. “Shane and Beth’s rooms are that way.” I point to the hallway on our left. “My suite is this way.” I gesture to the right.

Sam follows me down the hallway. We pass the laundry room and a couple other doors, and then we reach my room. I open the door and motion for Sam to enter.

His gaze sweeps my room. “This place is like four times the size of my bedroom.”

He eyes the king size bed, the fireplace, and the private bathroom. There’s a media center in the corner, with a TV and a sofa.

“I didn’t bring anything with me,” Sam says. “Except condoms. I always carry condoms.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got anything you might want.” I gesture to the bathroom.

He nods. “The last time we did this, when I got out of the shower you were gone.”

“I know. And I regret that. I really do. It won’t happen again.”

He laughs. “I know it won’t because we’re atyourhouse. Unless you’re going to run out on me here.”

Guilt settles on me like a heavy blanket. “No, Sam. I’m not going anywhere.”

I step close to him, cup his face, and kiss him. His lips tremble beneath mine, stirring up all kinds of feelings in me. We’ve kissed before, but this feels different. More intimate because we’re about to tread on new territory.

I finally notice what’s printed on his T-shirt—YES, DADDY. I raise an eyebrow at him, and he simply shrugs. His shirt is the first thing to go. I pull it out from his waistband and toss it aside.

His bare chest is a divine work of art, lean and lightly sculpted by muscles. His skin is paler than mine. Freckles dot his chest. His abs show faint outlines of a six pack. I lay my palm on the center of his chest. His skin is warm and smooth.

My gaze fixes on his dusky pink nipples, which are pierced with gold hoops.Fuck me.My dick throbs.

Unable to resist, I lean in and gently flick one of the hoops with the tip of my tongue. Sam arches his back and clutches my arms as he cries out.

I freeze instantly. “Did I hurt you?” I’ve never been with a guy who had pierced nipples.

“God, no. That felt incredible.”

I reach out and gently brush my thumb over one of his nipples. He groans again and swallows hard. He’s so damn responsive. I’ve hardly touched him, and he’s already aroused. I glance down to see the outline of his growing erection against the denim of his jeans.

Of course, I’m just as hard. My dick is throbbing and uncomfortably trapped in my own clothing. But right now, I’m more focused on his body. “I want to see every inch of you.”

I run my hands down his torso, to his lean waist. My heart pounds in anticipation of seeing him naked. I grasp the waistband of his jeans and tug him closer.

He takes a step toward me, his eyes lit with arousal.

Slowly, I lower his zipper and shove his jeans and underwear past his hips and let the material fall to the floor. I finally get a look at his dick. “You’re not circumcised.”

He shakes his head. “Is that a problem?”