Suddenly both of Sam'shands grab my backside, aligning me back over him.I know he'sawoken when his breathing changes subtly, before he even opens hiseyes.
They blink open quicklyand I freeze, but his hands don't release my ass.
"What are you doing, babygirl?"Sam asks, his voice still hoarse with sleep.
"I was just—" I cut myselfoff.I was justwhat?
Sam lets his gaze skateover the both of us, until he registers his missing jeans.Hereturns his gaze to mine and raises his eyebrows in question.Iflood with mortification.But Sam must notice, because before itcan suffocate me, he smiles.
"You were just thinking itisn't hard enough for me to keep it under control with you sleepingon me like that?You thought you'd add to the torture by removingmy jeans?"It isn't just sleep coursing his voice, it's the lustI'd already known was there.He raises his eyebrows again,demanding some kind of answer.But I don't remember what the hellmade me think it was okay to just remove my friend's pants.I can'tfollow my own logic from just a couple of minutes ago.
"You lookeduncomfortable," I breathe timidly.Yep, that was my argument, butit sure doesn't sound very effective right now.
And then I feel Sam'sthumbs sweep over my hip bones, reminding us both how I'm laying onhim, where his hands are, and I swallow my gasp at the thrillingpleasure of feeling him pressed up against me in exactly the rightway.
"You were right," herasps."This is definitely better."His smile fades just a little,as if his growing desire is heating the mirth right out of him, asif it's leaving room for little else.
"I had a good dream," Iblurt tremulously.I don't know where this confession comes from.Maybe I'd meant it as an excuse for my wanton behavior, though I'malmost positive I hadn't even meant to say it out loud atall.
But Sam's expression tellsme he understands immediately what kind of dream I had, and who wascenter stage.And he seems quite pleased with the fact.In fact, heseems downright thrilled, and under me I can feel his alreadyimpossibly massive arousal harden further.
I pray that he can't readwhat I'm thinking right on my face like he usually can.That hedoesn't guess the wicked thoughts racing through my head.But thewry slant to that smile tells me I pray in vain.
"Tell me what you'rethinking, right now," he commands.
I hesitate, biting my lip,and Sam releases one of my ass cheeks and takes hold of my chin,gently pulling my bottom lip from between my teeth.
"No, Ror.Don't thinksomething up.Just tell me, right now, what you're thinkingabout."
I lick my lips instead ofbiting them this time, and Sam's eyelids grow heavier with lust.Irealize he likes when I do this, though I've never done itintentionally.It's always his response that even lets me know I'vedone it.
"I was thinking...I nevergot to… taste you."His eyes widen with each phrase, as if ingrowing surprise at my words.Truthfully, he can't be moresurprised than I am, but it doesn't stop me.
I swear I feel Sam'sbreath catch.
But this is something I'vethought about a couple of times actually.It's been one of mybiggest regrets from when we were together in Miami.It felt soincredible when he did it to me.Like nothing I had everexperienced.And I never did it to Robin.Not once.Maybe the boydidn't want that precious part of his body anywhere near my teeth,and if so, then he's just the slightest bit smarter than I've givenhim credit for.
But Iwantedto do it with Sam.Iwantto do it with Sam.I want to make him feel that good, and honestly, I want to knowwhat it's like.It's not something I ever thought girlswantedto do.I alwaysassumed it was something they did just to please their guys.And Idon't know where this desire to have him in my mouth comes from,but it's there nonetheless.
"Not helping, baby girl,"he rasps out, his voice so like it was in my dream that it affectsme tenfold.But he called mebabygirl.Twice.He doesn't call me that.Notsince Miami.And I don't know what it means that he's doing itnow.
But I don't want tohelp.Not if helpingmeans he puts his jeans back on and stops touching me.Anyway, hewas the one who'd demanded I tell him my thoughts.
I can't be sure if I rockmy hips purely unconsciously or if I do it on purpose.
"Ror."My name comes out as anadmonishment and anxiety creeps in.I fear I've presumed too much.That just because he is physically attracted to me doesn't mean heactually wants me.After all, he can't control what his body doeswhen he's asleep.
I look back down at hischest.Not helping myselfeither.
"Sorry," I whisper toosoftly, but we're so close it doesn't matter."I just… I've neverdone that before."
He lifts my chin, directingmy gaze back to his.I'm surprised by the expression I find.He'snot annoyed with me, he's… excited.His eyes are wide, but theclench of his jaw, the way he's breathing, it is purehunger.
"Never?"he asks, and hishusky tone confirms it.
He wants me.Just as badas I want him.It isn't just his male anatomy.Not any more than myattraction to him is no more than any girl’s physical attraction tohim.I was made for him, body and soul, and it's hard enough togive him up soul, but his body—it's right fuckingthere.Right where Idesperately want it.Needit.
I shake my head inconfirmation, and my tongue sweeps out to lick my bottom lip again.I don't notice myself do it, I only even realize I've done it whenSam's eyes dilate and then suddenly he's rolling us to the centerof my bed, tucking me underneath him, and my thighs fall open tocradle his hips.
