“You don’t want this?” He drags a finger up my thigh.
“It’s not that. It’s?—”
“What?” He presses a kiss to my neck.
“It’s…I…”
I can’t remember what I was going to say as his mouth moves up to my ear and nibbles on my lobe. His tongue flicks over the tender flesh, eliciting a deep moan from me.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Oh, God. Do it, Sam.”
Grabbing his shoulders, I push him to his knees. Deft fingers undo the button on my jeans and snake the zipper down. The snick echoes in the quiet hall.
“Think you can be quiet, darlin’?”
“Yes.” It’s a breathy whisper that earns me a mischievous look from Sam.
He slides my jeans down my thighs, taking my underwear with them. His thumbs caress the tops of my legs as he plants kisses along my hip bone.
It’s a tease as he drifts his fingers along my ass to pull me closer. His breath ghosts over my aching pussy.
“Look at you. Being quiet. Such a good girl.”
I cover my mouth with my hand to keep from crying out when he pushes a finger inside me. Holy shit. I’ll never getover how good his thick fingers feel when they’re curling and hitting that spot.
Sam’s mouth closes over my clit, and he strums it with that expert tongue of his. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life.
Sam is an expert, knowing exactly how to drive me wild with each lick of his tongue and slide of his finger. I’m riding his mouth, seeking out more. I want to cry out as the waves of pleasure threaten to take over.
I flatten my palm over my mouth to keep from shouting. It’s so good, his tongue and fingers working in tandem. The cliff is right there and I’m ready to topple over. When he blows a warm breath of air over my clit, I come unglued.
It’s quick and messy, but damn, does it ever feel good as Sam laps up my release. It feels too long since I’ve been with him, so I’ll take anything I can get right now.
“Sam. That felt amazing.”
He stands, helping to pull my jeans up and then refastening them. Pressing up onto my toes, I bring him down for a heady kiss. I love tasting my release on his lips. It shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but I love knowing what this man does to me and how it makes both of us feel.
“May I?” I rub my hand over the bulge in his pants.
He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. Have to take care of you, darlin’.”
“Mmm.” I drop my forehead to his chest. “You’re too good to me.”
“You know I like taking care of you.”
I tilt my chin up to look at him. His dark eyes are staring down at me. “You do.”
More than he could ever know, but I don’t say that.
“I actually had something else for you too.”
“What else could I need?”
I’m boneless, only held up by Sam leaning against me.
“How about your car back?”
