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He tastes like the chocolate we just ate, and I deepen the kiss, needing to taste more of him. How his kisses make me fizz like a can of sparkling water every time will never cease to amaze me.
Sam hums against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine.
“You’re dangerous,” Sam whispers.
“Why?”
“I’m about to get addicted to you, and once that happens, there won’t be any going back.”
“What if I don’t want to go back?”
“Then you’ll never have to.” He stands from his stool and holds his hand out to me.
His hazel eyes reflect every emotion I’m feeling right now, and with anyone else, I’d be shitting my pants with nerves—instead, a sense of calm washes over me with the knowledge that I’m not alone.
I place my palm against his and let him lead me upstairs.
Okay, maybe I was a little hasty in saying the nerves weren’t there anymore. Am I really about to have sex with the man I’ve had a crush on for the past year? Every fantasy I’ve ever had about him starts flashing through my brain like a Rolodex. How am I supposed to pick just one? What does he want to do with me? Oh, God, I’d let him do whatever he wants as long as I get to see him naked.
We finally walk through his bedroom door, and I give the huge suite a cursory glance. The navy blue and grey décor doesn’t hold a candle to the sexy-as-hell firefighter standing in front of me.
“You okay? I thought we’d be more comfortable up here, but if it’s too much, we can go back downstairs,” Sam says.
I launch myself at him, and we land on the bed in a tangle of limbs and kisses.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Sam laughs at me. I grin down at him, taking in every feature of his face. His strong jaw, slightly crooked nose, and hazel eyes mesmerize me. I want to explore every inch of his body. I want to know if he has any tattoos or scars I can’t see.
He gently slides my glasses off my nose and places them on the side table where they’ll be out of danger of getting smashed. Then Sam starts to undo the buttons of my shirt until the sides are open enough for me to slide the material down my shoulders.
I return the favor, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up his body. He sits up to help me get the tight material off before he lies back down. My hands immediately go to his chest. The small smattering of chest hair tickles my palms, and I lean over him to lick a line from the middle of his chest to his collarbone.
“Fuck,” Sam grunts.
“Have I told you that you smell amazing?” I run my nose up his neck to take a deep whiff. Whatever aftershave he uses makes him smell like rain in the middle of summer. It’s delicious.
Sam grabs my head and pulls me into a deep kiss full of longing and desire. My hips roll to grind my hard length against his, sending a burst of heat through my body.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against his mouth. Sam’s hands glide down my sides, his fingers digging into the waistband of my pants. Sweet relief comes swiftly as he opens my fly, followed quickly by a shudder of need. His rough palm cups my shaft, and I’m immediately on edge.
“Sam,” I whimper. His thumb swipes across my head, smearing the pre-cum across my skin and making me buck my hips.
“You feel incredible in my hands. Like I always knew you would.” His words are a breath against my ear, making goose bumps rise on the back of my neck.
Needing some distance to keep from shooting off too soon, I lift my body from his and reach for the button on his shorts. With a quick tug, I have the last of his clothes off and thrown on the floor.
My teeth dig into my bottom lip at the sight of him bare. The light dusting of hair on his legs leads to a neat thatch of blond curls around his hard cock. I lean over and repeat my earlier movement of running my tongue up his body. Only this time, I stop at the crease where his thigh meets his torso.
“Look at you. You’re like my walking wet dream.” I look up Sam’s body to find his heated eyes locked on me. “What do you want?”
“You. In any way I can have you.” His voice is as rough as gravel.
I drop my head to continue my explorations with my mouth. The tip of my tongue traces over every vein, memorizing the spots that make him shudder. When he’s pulsing and the head of his cock is purple with need, I wrap my lips around him.
His hips nearly fly off the bed as he tries to bury himself deep in my throat. I drop to my elbows, giving him permission to fuck my mouth the way he’s dying to.
Sam’s fingers thread through my hair, and his hips begin to move in careful strokes until I suck him hard. He loses all sense of control, sending his cock shuttling into my throat. I breathe through my nose despite the tears leaking from the corner of my eyes.
“Gonna come. Baby… Jesus Christ.” Sam’s body shakes as he comes down my throat with short pulses of his hips until he relaxes onto the mattress with a sigh.
