Later, I hovered over the crib as he slept, watching his breath go in and out, hardly able to believe that he was here. New rushes of affection seemed to surge over me every time I saw him. It was as if a part of me I hadn’t realized was missing had clicked into place when he arrived.
A warm hand went to the small of my back before arms wrapped around me, pulling me back against tight muscle. Lips caressed my neck with gentle kisses that sent shivers up my spine.
“How are you doing?” Sam muttered in my ear.
I gave a lazy smile. “Good,” I said. “Really good.”
“Is that so?” A jolt of heat rippled through me as I heard the unmistakable hunger in his voice.
“That’s not to say it couldn’t be better,” I conceded, tilting my head to look at him so our lips were only inches apart. That heat intensified as I became aware of every inch of my body touching his.
“Hmm…” His arms tightened around me, his lips against my cheek. “I think I might be able to help with that.”
I checked Isaac once more and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead before following Sam back to our bedroom.
He didn’t even wait to get to the bed. The second the door was closed, he pulled me toward him, his mouth pressing against mine. At first, his touch was light, almost delicate, as his lips brushed mine. Then, as if something possessed him, his grip tightened, the kiss deepening. Something burned inside me, growing hot as it settled below my stomach. His touch electrified me as his hand moved to the small of my back, pushing me flush against him.
My heart hammered as he held tight to me, his mouth not leaving mine. Every second he held me in place, his mouth claiming mine, sent new ripples of need and craving shivering through me. I squirmed as he held me tight against him.
It wasn’t enough. I needed more. My hand tugged at his waistband, unwilling to wait any longer. Instead of letting me have my way, he gripped my wrists, pushing me against the wall as he pinned them over my head. One hand held them in place as the other ran along my side. His mouth trailed along my neck, every caress electrifying me.
“I get to decide when that happens,” he snarled in my ear, his fingers tightening their hold on me.
He pushed against me, pinning me in place, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. His mouth moved from my mouth to my chin, trailing down my neck, nipping at my collarbone, each brush of his lips sending new shivers radiating through me, settling between my thighs.
Still holding me in place, his hand slipped beneath my jeans. He let out a growl of approval and longing as he felt my wetness. I let out a soft moan of longing as his finger slipped inside me. His fingers pressed against my clit, and I writhed, trying to adjust so his fingers pushed harder.
Instead of thrusting his fingers inside me like I wanted, his hand slipped away, leaving me aching for him, every inch of me throbbing with need. He gripped my hair and guided me to my knees. My heart thundered, and my stomach twisted in delight as he unfastened his jeans and his cock sprang out, already erect. My hand gripped his shaft, pumping gently, staring up at him as he watched, his eyes hazy with lust. Slowly, still watching his face, I stuck out my tongue and ran it along his shaft, grinning when he groaned and shuddered in response.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he muttered, his fingers tightening in my hair. He let out an even louder moan when my lips wrapped around his cock, my tongue running up and down its length. Every one of his groans of pleasure sent new spasms of delight rippling through me. I relished the taste of him, my fingers slipping between my own thighs to curb some of that need. He grabbed my arm, holding it above my head so I couldn’t.
“You don’t get to touch that,” he growled, that lust and hunger burning hot in his eyes. “That’s mine from now on.”
The words heated me more than I would have expected, and I squirmed with new need. He kept hold of my wrist as I continued sucking his cock, his grip tightening every time he moaned.
Suddenly, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled me to my feet and slammed his mouth against mine, his fingers pawing at my clothes, jerking down my pants and underwear. He yanked off my shirt, the fabric ripping in his haste.
“That was my favorite shirt,” I said with a mock pout.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled, taking just enough time to take off my bra with slightly gentler fingers before pressing me against the wall. The pictures rattled as he pinned me in place, one hand trailing up my side, his hand reaching mybreast and gripping tight. My back arched in longing as I sucked in a deep breath, letting out a moan with the exhale.
Every time he touched me seemed to light my body on fire, charging me in a way I couldn’t have imagined. One hand trailed down between my legs, toying with my clit enough to make me twitch with need, just enough to tease me, to make me even wetter, but no more.
It was too much.
“Fuck me, please,” I breathed.
“Hmm.” He looked at me speculatively, a smirk spreading across his features as his thumb flicked my nipple, watching my body twitch and writhe in response. “I’m not sure, I’m having a lot of fun toying with you.”
I let out a growl of need, and he chuckled, the sound low and husky and somehow incredibly erotic, only fueling that craving, that hunger for him.
“Sam, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me—”
Before I could finish whatever threat I had intended to hurl at him, he had hoisted me up and thrust his cock inside me.
I screamed out despite myself, biting my lip as he held me against the wall, my legs locked around his waist as he pumped in and out. Each time his cock slammed inside me sent me closer and closer to that precipice. My toes curled as my head slammed back against the wall, my nails digging into his back as I felt myself nearing oblivion.
That burning need intensified, and my grip on him tightened as my hips ground against him. Every buck sent new spasms of ecstasy through me. My breath went ragged, my mind blank. The only thing I could think about was that pleasure, that need for release, and how amazing he felt slamming into me overand over again. I sensed the end was close, and I held onto that sensation for as long as I could.
