I didn’t respond; if I did I was sure he’d start a diatribe about why I should smile all the time and the scientific reasons it made people live longer. I pressed my lips to his and pushed him softly until his back hit the cushions and I hovered above him.
I kissed his lips as though they were a rope I’d been desperate to grab all these years. His tongue was the most enchanting elixir, and his moans…I’d listen to them for eternity.
He arched up, and his hard cock rubbed against mine, pulling a growl from a quiescent place within my chest. I wanted more of Sam Karis. So much more.
“Lukas.” He heaved out a breath.
“I want more, Sam.”
“Yes,” he practically chanted. His hands clung to the fabric of my suit.
“Come with me.” I stood and helped him up.
“Where are we going?” He was disheveled and panting…he was beautiful.
“To my bedroom…unless you’d rather not?” I could kick myself over my assumption. He was hard, he wanted me, but that didn’t mean sex was on the table.
His eyes widened. “For sex?”
I laughed. Damn, it had been so long since I’d done that. “If you’re amenable.”
“Amenable…” Sam snorted. “I am, like, the king of amenable.”
His hand still in my grip, we walked to the master bedroom Sam had been adamant I take. I didn’t sleep—it wasn’t that I couldn’t sleep; I didn’t have to, so I just didn’t. Of course he didn’t know this about me, so I’d quietly accepted the room.
Now, as I stood in the center, the windows casting a moonlit glow across his face, I wanted more than anything to get on that bed and entwine our bodies.
Sam’s heart beat fast. I could tell he was nervous but excited. I reached for his lapels and slipped his jacket from his shoulders, tossing it onto the chair behind him.
I did the same to my jacket, then took a few steps back. I wanted Sam to relax, and I figured that if I stripped out of my clothes, it would invite him to do the same with his.
I watched his face as I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. My pants were next, and I only halted to kick off my shoes. Socks, briefs, all gone. As I stood there, naked, Sam’s scent became stronger. He was dripping in his boxers, and I was having a hard time restraining myself from tearing his suit off.
“Your turn.” My voice was throaty; arousal was strangling me.
He fumbled, was completely ungraceful. When he kicked his shoes off, one went toward the chair behind him, the other all the way across the room, barely missing the lamp. He didn’t care, and nor did I. As soon as he was bare, I drank him in. Soft alabaster skin, faint scars glittering in the moonlight…stories, I’dalways referred to them as. Humans all had them, and each was a tale that made them who they were.
His pupils were wide, only a sliver of blue showing. His sandy blond hair was like spun gold in the moonlight. I hadn’t had to turn on a lamp due to the fact that the moon was full, and there were many windows.
“Bed, Sam,” I growled, and he jumped but quickly went to the bed.
He sat on the edge, and I moved closer and closer until he had to arch his neck to see me.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Sam whispered.
I ran a finger over the side of his face and bowed. “You want this, yes, Sam?”
“Very much…like, yes, yes please.”
I smiled and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Scoot up on the bed.”
It took all my strength not to jump on the bed. I didn’t want to frighten him; I wanted for him to enjoy this as I knew I’d enjoy him.
“Breathe, Sam.” His pulse was frantic.
“Sorry, I just can’t believe this is happening…I’m not a virgin, by the way, just haven’t had a lot of partners and, yeah.”
I crawled on top of him, stopping as soon as I was directly over him. One arm rested beside his head while the other softly caressed his arm.
