He grabbed my face with both hands. “I won’t force you to do anything, Lexi, but I want you.”
My mouth opened and shut again. It was too late. Fire already raced under my skin. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine, my magic pushing itself to the surface, awakening a primal part of me that wasn’t human. “Maybe you won’t like what you find.”
He licked his lips and watched me through half-lidded eyes. “Or maybe I will.”
I tugged his shirt up, running my hands over the ridges of his stomach, his finely toned chest, strong arms, before tossing it over the couch. Sliding my fingers into his dark hair, I pulled hard to one side, baring the column of his throat. He hissed through his teeth, but his feral grin said I hadn’t hurt him. I nipped at the exposed flesh and the line of his jaw as my other hand worked his belt free.
His grip slid from my ass and under the edge of my tank top. When his touch glided across the skin of my lower back, something in me ignited. My body came alive and, when his eyes widened, he had to have felt at least some part of it. Power thrummed through my veins and I craved him. I ground my hips again, testing my teeth on the soft muscle of his shoulder.
“Woman, you are pushing the limits of my restraint,” Sam growled.
I raised my head enough to brush my nose against his. “Used to being in control, Sam?”
“Yes,” he answered simply.
He slid my shirt off, hands leaving trails of fire across my back, and then it was lost to the oblivion of the living room floor with his. His eyes only had a moment to take me in before my mouth crashed against his.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my lips.
I agreed wholeheartedly. Sam adjusted his grasp and I held on tight, wrapping my legs around him when he stood. We knocked one picture down when we collided with the wall, but I didn’t hear any glass break. I wasn’t sure I was in the right state of mind to care if it had.
All I knew was Ineededhim.
“Which one is yours?” he asked.
I gathered enough clarity to respond. “Left.”
As soon as he maneuvered us inside, I set my feet on the floor and pushed gently until Sam sat on the bed. His hands balled in my blankets, but the sexy tilt of his lips betrayed his excitement. I climbed onto his lap again, pressing against his chest until he laid back. At that angle, his beautiful physique was more fully exposed to me.
His cock strained against his pants, so I reached down and released the zipper. I tugged at the waistband of his boxers and it sprang out the top. I shuddered and licked my lips at the sight. Running my hands across his gorgeous, tan skin, I leaned forward and traced kisses across his chest. His hands smoothed up my legs, gripping hard when I flicked my tongue over one nipple.
The reaction triggered the need for more. I swirled my tongue around it and glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, jaw tight, as if he were trying to stop himself from reacting again.
So it was a game he wanted, was it? I could play games. It wasn’t my usual style, but something about this man made me want to. I wanted to see him come apart in my hands, to let go.
I wanted to see him undone.
My tongue slid along the delicious lines of his abs as I worked myself backward. Sam lifted his head to watch, eyes half-lidded. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. I almost moaned at the sight of his length, my panties soaking instantly.
Our eyes met, and one of my candles lit up on the left side of the room. The heat I was putting off intensified with my need for him, but he still didn't seem bothered by it. I stroked him lightly, the barest brush of my fingertips, and he was so hot beneath my touch.
“I want you.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Then have me, Lexi.”
Oh, I’ll fucking have him, alright.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and took him into my mouth as far as I could. His hips jerked and I moaned around him, pressing my other hand to his stomach in case he tried to sit up. He made a growling sound that would’ve made me wet if I hadn’t been already, and I was tempted to rip my pants off and masturbate while I took care of him.
In fact, it added a layer of challenge to the game. If he knew what I was doing, how would he react?
Unable to withstand the allure, I took my hand away from his stomach as I pumped him, his salty length irresistible. I shoved my leggings down and slid my fingers through my wet heat. Gasping at the intensity of the sensation, I quickened my pace, my sex swollen. Fuck, I needed to cum.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
Sam’s voice was husky and I slowed enough to look up at him again, moaning in response. His chest hitched, lips parting. He raised one hand and crooked a finger at me. I shook my head, sucking hard, my tongue playing around the ridge of his head.
He threw his head back against the bed. “Fuck, Lexi, put your sexy ass right up here.”
