“Answer me.”
Oh, and there he is, the bossy man from that other time. He’s using his thumb and middle finger to drive me insane. “Yes. I’m gonna come.”
“Good girl.”
Am I? A good girl? Because I feel pretty fucking naughty right about now. The fact that I’m moving my hips right along with the same rhythm as his fingers should prove that. I’m chasing the orgasm that’s about to hit. When Sam kisses, then bites, my neck, it happens. “Sam!” I shout.
“There you go.” He kisses my neck again as he removes his hand from my undies. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” I’m still breathing hard.
Speaking of hard.
I roll over to face him and kiss him and let my hand slide over his pectoral muscles, down over his stomach, straight into his boxers.
“Colette.”
“Shh. My turn.” My turn to see what I’m dealing with. My turn to feel this man, maybe taste him if I’m feeling extra brave.
Oral sex hasn’t been my strong suit in the past. At least that’s what I’ve gathered from the mediocre responses from past boyfriends. I’m hesitant to do that to Sam in case I’m as bad as they claim.
I feel the head of his cock straight away. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze a little, which causes him to moan into my ear.
So far. So good.
Sliding my hand down, I’m a bit shocked at the length of him. He’s thick, for sure, but if I had to guess, based on tactile calculations only, I’d say he’s a good nine inches. At the base of him, I squeeze again, then run my fist up to the tip. “You’re big.”
His hand on my wrist tugs my hand away. I’m a bit surprised he stops me. And hurt, if I’m being honest. Am I rotten at hand jobs, too?
He pulls away and slides his hands into the band of his boxers as his hips rise off the bed so he can remove them. That’s when I know things are okay. I stare as he pops free.
Yep. He’s proportionate.
When I snicker at those thoughts in my head, he stops moving and frowns. “Laughing at me, sweetheart?”
“No. Notatyou. It’s nerves. Just keep going.” No way do I want this to end now. It’s getting good.
“Good to know.”
When his boxers are off, I take a moment to take in all that is Sam Griffin. He’s better than I imagined, or maybe I should use the word “fantasized,” because none of the dreams I’ve had are anything close to the real thing. Hell, his thighs … they’re amazing. Thick with muscle. There’s a lot of hair on them, too, which I sort of like. I could picture myself running my fingers through that hair on the way to his…
I snicker again, and this time, Sam isn’t having it. I’m on my back with my hands above my head before I’ve got a chance to explain.
“Sam,” I say, startled. His expression is fierce. “I’m just nervous.”
“Why?” His eyes soften. “Don’t be nervous. We won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
That’s the thing, I’m more than readyandhe makes me comfortable. I’m so geared up I feel like I could pass out if he doesn’t use what his mama gave him to…
Oh, crap. I just pictured his mom.
Way to ruin a moment, Colette.
Chapter Thirty-One
Unwelcome Visitors
Sam
