“Absolutely, not. Why would I want anything to do with her when I can’t stop thinking about your wet pussy soaking my fingers.” He leans forward again. “The feel of your hard nipples in my mouth. The way you moaned my name as you shattered below me. I can’t stop thinking about how you will taste as you cum on my face.” His smooth voice has me desperate for his touch. “Have you thought about that night, Kitty Kat?”
“I…” My brain is short-circuiting at this incredibly sexy man and the way his words turn me on. I briefly look around the restaurant to ensure no one can overhear this conversation.
“Tell me.” He demands.
“Yes,” it comes out breathy.
He shifts in his seat, sitting up and looking around the restaurant, like he’s just realized where we are. His voice is husky when he speaks again, “Do you want to order dessert, or should we go back to my place, where you can be my dessert?”
Fuck. “Check,please!”
We barely make it into Sam’s apartment before his mouth is on mine. He didn’t hesitate when I demanded he take me home and give me the proper welcome he promised me at the airport.
His kiss is hungry as he devours my mouth, maneuvering us into his apartment.
I’m guessing it's taking too long because he picks me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me to his bedroom, his lips never leaving mine. He breaks the kiss as he sets me down on the bed.
“Are you sure about this? As much as I want you, I would be just as happy holding you while you sleep.” His eyes are dark with need.
I know if I told him I didn’t want to go forward with this, he would stop, without hesitation. He’d do anything I asked him to.
The thought makes me want him more.Fuck, he’s perfect.“Sam, I want you.” It comes out breathy. I clear my throat, trying to remove the lust from my voice. “But will you give me just a moment to use the restroom?”
He runs his hand through his hair and nods at me, stepping away so I can stand. “First door on the right.” He waves behind him absentmindedly.
I make my way down the hallway and stop to look over my shoulder at him sitting on his bed. I close the bathroom door and lean against it.
I just need to calm my nerves for a moment.
I’ve wanted all of Sam for so long, and our teasing and flirting over the last few months have me coming undone.
I’m not sure how long I stand in the bathroom; every time I feel myself calm down, I think of Sam sitting on his bed waiting for me, and I feel coiled like a spring all over again.
I splash cold water on my face as a last-ditch effort before giving up entirely. Patting me face dry with a hand towel hanging on a hook by the door, I step out of the bathroom.
Sam hasn’t moved an inch. His gaze watches my every move as I walk back into his bedroom.
Slowly, I make my way towards him and stop when I’m standing in front of him. I nudge his legs open so I can stand between them.
I run my hands through his hair. Closing his eyes, he groans at my touch. Leaning down, I press my lips to his in a soft and chaste kiss. When I start to pull away, his hands grip my hips.
He stands up, forcing me to take a step back. His eyes are soft and reverent as he takes me in.
In a flash, his gaze turns feral, and he pulls my body to his. I feel his hard length against my stomach, and I can’t wait any longer.
I pull his mouth down to mine and try to devour him through that kiss. My hands rub along his arms, his back, to his chest.
“Sam,” I moan into his mouth. He pulls back and looks at me with a grin that says he knows exactly what he does to me. “I want you.”
In one motion, he spins us around so he’s facing the bed. He gently pushes me until my legs hit the bed, but he doesn’t push me down.
Sam grabs the hem of my shirt before pausing. His eyes meet mine, questioning, asking for permission.
I nod, and he lifts my shirt over my head. Sam moves towards my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down with ease, leaving me in nothing but my pink lacy bra and matching panties.
Sam’s gaze drop slowly. His eyes are nearly black when they meet mine again.
Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. When I get to my panties, his hands stop mine. He smiles seductively at me, showing that stupid dimple that melts my heart.
