"You arekillingme, baby girl.Do you have any idea how bad I want you right now?"herasps.
I nod again.Yes.I do.Completely.Because I feel the same for him.
Slowly, as if giving metime to stop him, he leans down the two inches that separate us,and brushes his lips softly over mine, just the smallest taste.Idon't move.It doesn't require me to.It was just the faintest ofkisses, but I feel it everywhere.It affects me in ways I neverimagined Icouldbe affected, especially by just a barely-kiss.I'm not evencomparing it to being kissed by Robin, or even the one kiss Ishared with Cam.No one else exists right now.There's onlySam.
It takes me a second toopen my eyes, and when I do, Sam is staring down at me.He watchesme for a short, everlasting moment, and I know my thoughts arewritten all over my face.After all, I'm only thinking oneword:yes.
I will him to kiss me inearnest, I beg him with my eyes.I wish I had the nerve to justkiss him, but I used up all my confidence on that last confession.But Sam heeds my silent pleading, and finally his mouth crashesagainst mine.There's nothing soft or hesitant about the way hislips glide over mine, molding them, claiming them.
His hand cups my jaw,opening wide enough to brush his thumb over my cheek whilethrusting his fingers into my hair, holding me in place.His kissis hunger and desperation—longing and need, and his tongue tracesthe seem of my mouth begging me to let him in.
I do.
It's unfathomable, thepower of his kiss.Yes, it spurs pleasure and arousal and ananswering longing, but it's more than that.It's like some kind ofhomecoming—a salvation.I know, deep in my bones, that if there issuch thing as soul mates, then Sam is that for me.That if the GodCam believed in is real, that he created Sam and me with the otherin mind.That even just our mouths, the fit of our lips as theycrash and slide against each other, were designed as perfectcounterparts.
His tongue invades mymouth as if he knows with the same certainty that it belongs onlyto him.Right now, all of my doubts are obliterated by the glide ofhis tongue against mine, and though I can't know if he stillreturns my feelings, if he still harbors the love he professedbarely a month ago, I do know that at least physically, his needfor me is all-consuming.It's impossible to doubt, and I'mdetermined to leave no doubt with him that I need him just asbadly.
My fingers find their wayto his back, slipping under the hem of his tee shirt, exploring thelean muscle there.But the more my fingers touch his skin, the moreskin they want, and soon my palms are pressing, almost scratchingas I follow the lines of his shoulders.I become frustrated withthe material hindering my movement, and I grab the bunched upcotton and tug it over his head.
As if on pure instinct, hemoves to help me, and his mouth is back on mine, in mine, before Ieven have the chance to greedily take in his shirtless form.Hishands find my midriff, and just like in my dream, he palms my side,his thumb teasing the sensitive skin of my stomach as it movesslowly upward.
"Sam," I breathe into hismouth, my libidinous voice breathy and unfamiliar.
But he stops, wrenchinghis mouth from mine, and my eyes reluctantly open.He's staringdown at me, panting for breath, his heavy breathing mirroring myown.I'm so lost in him that it takes me a moment to notice thathe's waiting for me.For some direction.I realize then that hemight have thought I'd said his name to stop him, or to tell himsomething.But I'm quite sure that if he stops right now, I mightactually die.
"Touch me," I plead, andhis eyes fall closed.
My legs wrap around hiswaist, desperate to increase the pressure where his body alignsperfectly with my own, and he groans my favorite sound.
It's barely another splitsecond before his mouth is back on mine, his palm kneading mybreast over my bra, until pulls my shirt up over my head in onefluid movement.
My hands find their wayinto his hair, shorter now than the last time I'd touched it likethis, but long enough for me to get a good grasp on itnonetheless.
Sam groans again when Itug lightly, and I remember how much he likes this, too.And thenhis mouth is gone from mine and he's pressing sweet kisses to myjaw and down my neck.His tongue comes out and he laps at mycollarbone, and I throw my head back and moan when he makes his wayto the swell of my cleavage.
But he continues downward,the soft-sandpaper stubble of his jaw brushing down my navel, and Irealize then where he's headed.
I sit up abruptly underhim and he lifts his head in question.I hold his jaw, wanting tofeel that same sensation against my palm, and I push my hand backand forth and then up into his hair.His eyes close as he turnsinto my touch before he's planting wet, hard kisses on the skin ofmy palm.
I sigh shamelessly.Inever knew intimacy could be like this.Not before Sam.
"It's my turn," I whisper,and I sit up further, pushing against his chest as I turn and roll,and I watch his expression carefully for hiscomprehension.
It comes the moment I havehim on his back.I watch his eyes widen with that same excitementfrom just before, and I press my lips to that spot just below hisear.
I swallow my nerves as Idrag my lips down his neck and muster all of my courage as I pressmy hand to his impressive arousal, sheathed only by thin, blackcotton.
His breath hisses at hissharp inhale, and the sound drives me onward.I take my timetasting every inch of skin on his chest and abdomen, tracing thelines of muscle and sinew.I keep my hand on him, and I savor everyflex and twitch as his body reacts to my attentions.I move to hisside, to a better angle, and hook my index fingers into thewaistband of his underwear, but his fingers lock around my wrist.Ilook up at him, and I know what he wants.He wants to make surethatI'msure.And it melts me even more.
There's something aboutwatching him from this vantage.Watching him watch me.There'ssomething submissive about my position, and I revel in it.All thetimes I'd been forced to submit to Robin, I hadn't been given achoice.Now, the choice is all mine.Not only would Sam neverpressure me to do anything I didn't want, but he gives me everyopportunity to back out, and in this moment, when I know most guyswould be only thinking about one singular thing, Sam is stillthinking aboutme.About whatIwant, and it makes me want to give this to him evenmore.
I increase the pressure ofmy hands, silently answering his unspoken question,yes, I'm sure,and hereleases my wrist.
I strip him hastily, and Iswallow my gasp at seeing him naked again.It gets me every time.The sheer size of him.The perfection of his entire form.He's soincredibly turned on, and it's a heady feeling to have been the oneto do that to him.It's a wonder he ever even fit insideme.
My body inexorably respondsto the sight of him, wanting desperately to have him as close aspossible—on me, in me.
I wrench my gaze from thenew focal point of the entire room, and peek up at him.The heat inhis glare nearly undoes me.It's as if just the attention of mygaze on him is driving him deeper towards ecstasy, and it fuels me.I wrap my fingers around him, and stroke him once.Twice.
