Forearms posted on either side of his hips, I breathed in his musky, soapy smell. What would he feel like inside me? It would be so easy to slide up his body so I lay flush with his and guide him into me.
No. Just this and nothing else. An apology for the destruction of his family. That was all.
I kissed his tip with my breath held, waiting for him to stir. When he didn’t, I flicked out my tongue and licked halfway up his long shaft.
His mouth fell open in a soft gasp, and his eyelids fluttered.
I had never done this before, but I’d read about it plenty. Lisa Montgomery never skimped on the sex details, and that had to count for something. I slipped his tip inside my mouth and brushed my fingers up the velvety length of him to make a fist.
His stomach muscles contracted. He heaved a groan that reverberated all the way to my tongue.
Slowly at first, I began to stroke him as I took him deeper into my mouth.
Both his hands gripped the sheet underneath him and twisted, his eyes still closed in sleep or bliss or both.
I sped my rhythm, and with each flick of my tongue, my hips thrust the air, my body craving its own release.
“Paige,” Sam moaned, his whole body twitching, the cords in his neck straining.
Hearing him say my name in such a state of passion made me grin around him. I swirled my tongue over his tip while my hand continued to work him, and then I whispered, “Yes, Sam. It’s me.”
His eyes popped open, and his steady, moonlit gaze heated my insides to jelly. Caught in the act without the illusion of a dream, but I didn’t hear any complaints. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I took him into my mouth again and slid my other hand inside my soaked panties.
“Oh, my fucking god,” he breathed.
I moaned around him as I glided two fingers inside myself and grinded against the palm of my hand. I was so,sowet for him, for what I was doing to him.
The muscles in his hard body jumped to keep up with my mouth’s pace. His gasps punctuated my moans. His hands skimmed to the back of my head, not to guide me, it seemed, but to brush stray hairs away from my face so he could look at me as I sucked him.
With him now fully awake, this felt real. It wasn’t a dream, though it did feel like an out-of-body experience. It unnerved me, scared me even, but the uncertainty of what this meant, what it couldchangebetween us, turned me on even more.
After all, he was the one who wanted to get personal.
My tongue followed a glistening trail up toward my fist as the tightly constructed seams in my perfectly crafted life began to come apart. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, until my whole body burst into transformed pieces. I cried out and let my orgasm pulse down to my curled toes.
Once I stumbled back into this new reality, I met Sam’s fiery stare, the sound of his rough breaths coupling with the rush of blood between my ears.
“Holy fuck,” he rumbled. Then he gently guided me back to his unfinished business with a quick slide of his tongue across his lower lip.
I took as much of him as I could and pumped him with renewed vigor. His head smacked the pillow again, and with each thrust of my mouth, his hips rocked upward toward my face. The fists at the back of my head wound around my hair tighter and pulled until it was almost painful, but not quite. Then, with a growly moan, he filled my mouth with warmth and salt and a masculine flavor that was all his.
Delicious. Every inch of him. And I was a fool to think that one taste would be enough.
I continued to stroke him gently, pressing kisses to his thighs, his hips, the happy trail climbing up his stone-carved abs, while his orgasm finished shuddering through him. Maybe it was the alcohol still thrumming through my veins, but I didn’t want to end this, whatever this was exactly. I wanted more, and more meantallof him for the rest of the night and into infinity.
Every time I was with him, he made me feel like a treasure. He was a beautiful distraction, but if he knew the truth,allof it including what I did tonight, he would likely kick me out of his bed.
I sat up, wiped my mouth, and leveled him with a casual look I hoped saidWell, it’s been fun,even though it had been so much more. But the smoldering blaze in his eyes tripped me up in my haste to clamber off him. Luckily, I caught myself before I toppled onto the floor. But my lack of grace couldn’t sever the lock between our gazes, because underneath his lustful burn, tenderness sparked there, too.
“You’re welcome to come back and do that again anytime,” he said.
“I’m drunk,” I said as if that would explain everything and somehow shine a better light on me.
“Remind me to get more alcohol,” he said, smiling.
I shook my head, my cheeks flaming, the room suddenly spinning. What must he think of me? That I was a lush who slinked into guys’ bedrooms late at night looking for some action? That was actually closer to the truth than I cared to admit.
“This was a mistake,” I said and hoped my harsh tone conveyed I really meant it. If only I’d realized thatbeforeI’d climbed on top of him. Before I drank him further into my very existence.
