“Christian.” The name flowed from her mouth before she could stop it and he groaned his approval.
His tongue flicked out to stroke her and she let her eyes drift shut at the delicious waves of pleasure radiating from the scandalous contact. When he pulled away, his breath came in ragged gasps against her.
One of his hands slid down her belly and slipped beneath her waistband. When he brushed his fingers through the soft curls there,her eyes snapped open. As his fingers traveled down to her most private spot, a throbbing pressure built deep within her belly. Lower.
He paused, and she whimpered. The throbbing increased tenfold and her knees began to shake. The cage he’d made around her with his legs slackened and he tugged her onto the mattress next to him. He unfastened her breeches and peeled them down.
With a soft thud, they landed in a heap on the floor and Samantha covered herself with one hand. Her cheeks flamed while Christian gave her an appreciative look.
“You’re beautiful, Red.”
His hand closed around one slender calf and he slid it up to her thigh. When his fingers came to rest over hers, she stared at him, mesmerized by the candlelight flickering across his chest. With a gentle tug, he pulled her hand away and cupped her. One finger slipped between her folds and she sucked in a breath.
This was... Samantha couldn’t form a coherent thought. She wanted... she wanted him to touch her.
“Please,” she gasped.
And he obeyed, his finger pressing into the throbbing heat.
Christian let out a soft groan. “You’re so wet for me, Red.”
His fingers stroked up and down the slick cleft of her, sending frenzied bursts of pleasure shooting through her.
He leaned his lips to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe. At the same time, his finger pressed against her core. She moaned as it slid inside her a fraction. He rubbed it in a gentle swirl and her next moan came out more like a cry.
“Mmm...” His breath brushed hot against her neck. “Do your lovers make you cry out like this?”
Lovers?
Samantha jerked her head back and stared at him. “I don’t have any lovers.”
He chuckled and pressed deeper into her, causing her to gasp. “Don’t lie, Red. A woman like you must have an admirer in every port.”
“Oh.” Of course she would. If she were a pirate captain. Samantha squirmed in Christian’s grasp, trying to free herself, but he held her tight. “Those lovers. Yes.”
His gaze bore into her for a long moment, then he plunged his finger deep inside her.
The feeling was too much.
Samantha fell back against the mattress and arched her back toward him as his finger thrust in and out. Christian leaned over and caught one of her nipples with his mouth. He sucked and she writhed beneath him.
He withdrew his finger and she began to protest, but stilled when his thumb found the sensitive spot nestled within her curls. The contact sent a jolt of fire through her core and the pressure became unbearable.
“Open for me, Red.” His words came rough against her chest and helpless to resist, she parted her legs farther.
Another finger joined the first one and he pushed into her once more, stretching her in the most fulfilling way. And then his thumb rubbed a quick circle.
“Christian!” She gasped his name as bolts of raw energy flew from the spot. Her breaths came out in ragged little pants.
The pressure began to spiral out of control and Samantha twisted her fingers in the sheets, trying to find a way out of the exquisite torture. Was this supposed to happen? Alarm weaved itself into each shocking burst of feeling.
She teetered on the edge of a precipice, one she didn’t know how to navigate. One that was about to swallow her whole.
“I—I feel like...” The words stuck in her throat as he increased his rhythm.
“It’s alright, Red. Jump. I’ll catch you.” His free hand slid beneathher and splayed open across her lower back as if to prove his point.
Samantha closed her eyes as her body trembled. Christian’s lips brushed against her nipple.
