Page 321 of A Matter of Time

“You ready to scream my name some more?” I asked as I got my hands under his sweater, under the T-shirt beneath, my fingers sliding over his hot skin, over the hard, defined muscles in his back, moving around over the sculpted pectorals, down the chiseled ridges of his abdomen, the deep groove to his navel. “God, Sam, you’re beautiful.”

He suddenly grabbed me, and my feet left the floor as he hugged me tight to his body before walking me back down the hall to my bedroom and pinning me under him on the bed.

“Lemme tell you who’s gonna be doing all the screaming.”

I shuddered, and my breath came out in huffs along with the whimpering he was after. He rolled me over on my stomach and then pulled me up to my hands and knees. I heard him getting undressed, his movements frantic, and the nightstand rattled when he yanked open the drawer.

“Listen to me,” he growled in my ear, which covered me in goose bumps. “I got tested two weeks ago, and I’m negative. I’ve never been with anyone but you without protection, but I wanted to be sure. So…we’re done with the fuckin’ condoms.”

I could only nod as he slid lubed fingers deep inside me.

“Say yes to me.”

“Yes.”

His mouth was on the back of my neck, and he pushed inside me with one powerful thrust. I cried out as his slick hand slipped under me, wrapping around my cock, and he bit down into my shoulder.

“My beautiful baby.”

I felt like the vibration that was deep inside me resonated out, and I was shaking beneath him.

“Say my name!” he demanded, and his voice was barely his—more guttural, raw, filled with heat and lust.

“Sam.”

“I will take care of you,” he promised, pounding down into me. “Say it!”

“Just you.”

A hand tangled in my hair before my head was snapped back hard. “Tell me you belong to me.”

“I’m all yours, Sam. I belong to you.”

He devoured me then, with his mouth, his hands, flipping me over on my back like I was weightless, wrapping my legs around him, and driving down into me while I called his name. The power he exerted, his absolute possessiveness, the need in him to dominate me, drowned everything else.

Light, tender kisses were placed between my shoulder blades as his fingers trailed up from the small of my back to the nape of my neck and back down. Over and over, so gentle, causing slow heat to build in me.

“How ya feel, baby?”

“I feel good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm.”

“I’ve got it bad.”

“What’s that?”

“Needing you, wanting you.”

“I’d be lying if I said I was sorry.”

He pressed his lips into the middle of my back and kissed hard, sucking, and ending with a bite. It felt amazing.

“You like leaving marks on me.” I grinned into my pillow.

“Yes, I do, and I love the noises you make when I do it.” He dragged his stubbled cheek over the small of my back, and I nearly came up off the bed. “That feel good?”