He tipped his chin up, sucked in a breath, and froze. His hand moved to my outer thigh and he leaned away from me. “Oh, I’m . . . I’m sorry.”
I brought his hand between my legs, rocking hard against his palm while he studied me, confused. I was coming apart the second he touched me, and I bit my cry into his shoulder while the weight of my orgasm moved through my muscles. My hand shifted from his chest down to his belt, and then lower, until I was gliding over his erection. Sam’s eyes closed, and his head fell back on a groan. “Do you have any other friends? The kind you kiss?”
God, I fucking hated thinking about everything beforeright this second.I wanted to redefine it all, own his firsts and seconds and everything after that. But I didn’t want to be a jealous, possessive bitch who needed to be held back every time I remembered that Sam had a life before meeting me.
My fingers curled around him, squeezing, and I startled at his sharp hiss. He grabbed my wrist and held me in place. “I don’t want to kiss anyone else, Tiel.”
His fingers shifted around mine, guiding me. “What about yourfriends?At the clubs? You don’tkissthem?”
Sucking in a breath, Sam shook his head. He moved my hand faster, harder, and he whispered, “No more club friends. No club friends inmonths.”
If I hadn’t been rubbing his cock, I would have twirled around in celebration. “You could have mentioned that earlier in the week.”
“I’m an intensely flawed human. Unzip me,” he growled. “Now.I just want to feel your skin on me.” I was shocked by the authority in his deep voice, and—ever the gentleman—he must have noticed it on my face when he added, “Please.”
The simple task of unfastening a belt and drawing down a zipper was shockingly complex when an erection was involved. Once I freed him from his boxers, I let my thumb rub his head and stared at him. I thought I knew what a decent cock looked like, but Sam put them all to shame.
I started stroking, slow at first, but then he covered my hand with his and showed me what he needed. It was strange and filthy to watch both hands moving over him, but it was perfect, as if it was intended to be this way and everyone had been doing it wrong all this time. The little noises he made—the hums and sighs, and pants and moans—they wove through my nerves, stitching themselves into my skin.
His fingers dug hard into my shoulder, demanding that I feel his sweet agony, and when he groaned “Ohfuck,Tiel,” I was finished. This boy was mine, and I’d never stop being his.
He came with a shout, growling my name against my neck and dragging his teeth over my skin. He leaned into me, pressing me against the hard edges of the shelf as he spilled into my hand, through my fingers, onto the skirt of my dress. “You’re trying to make my mind explode,” he said. “You’ve never done a single thing that I expected.”
“Let’s not change that,” I said. “You need a little chaos.”
Dropping his head to my shoulder, he said, “I think that shook some brain cells loose,” he said.
I rubbed his fluid between my fingers, and along his shaft until he swore and hissed. “Something tells me you’ll be just fine without them.”
He produced a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped my hand clean in a quick movement, but this dress was paying a visit to the dry cleaner. The lace patterns meant the stain wasn’t egregious, but anyone who looked closely would notice. After gingerly folding the fabric—he didn’t say it, but I knew he needed a fix of hand sanitizer—he tucked it in his pocket. “Did you . . . ?” he asked.
“I didn’t think you cared.”
He fisted the shreds of panties, drew them down my legs, and stuffed them into his suit coat. As promised. “I do, because if you didn’t come,” he growled, “I’m shoving these panties in your mouth to keep you quiet and fucking you right here. Nowtell me.”
Suddenly shy yet insanely aroused, I nodded against his chest.
“Good. I promise to pay more attention next time.”
“Will that be soon?”
Sam laughed and smoothed my skirt into place. “We’re leavingnow.”
I couldn’t control the fiery blush as Sam guided me downstairs and through the crowd. It seemed like there was a giant sign over my head, announcing to the world that my underwear was in this man’s pocket and it was there because he fuckingrippedit off me while he ordered me around.
And I liked it. God, I couldn’t explainwhyI liked it, and a fraction of me didn’t want to like it, but fuck . . . I wanted to obey his every command.
We were almost to the door when I heard a voice call to him. “Hey, Sam!”
Turning, I was confronted with one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Tall, slim, more hair than I’d ever know what to do with, and she was walking straight toward us.
Sam turned to me, his eyes wide and a little panicked, and he squeezed my hip. “Allow me to apologize for this in advance.”
PANTIES WERE POWERFUL. Seeing them, touching them, ripping them. But none of that quite met the level of knowing they were nestled inside my pocket and Tiel was bare under that skirt. The skirt I came all over.
Almost powerful enough for me to tell Andy I’d talk to her on Monday and take my girl home for the night.
She smiled at Tiel, and flashed a confused glance in my direction. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Andy Asani.”
