Her chest heaves as she breathes, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. My breath leaves my nose like I’m a damn bull, and I can’t believe I let it get this far. Let her believe for one moment that she isn’t everything to me. My very reason for existence. My damn heart outside of my body.
So I do the only thing I can think of.
My mouth slams into hers, drawing a gasp as hands that have just as much blood on them as mine reach up to cup my face. She bites my lower lip as my hand twines through the hair at the nape of her neck, drawing a growl out of me.
She moans into my mouth at the sound, and next thing I know, my free hand is hauling her up against me, my palm squeezing the fucking perfect firmness of her ass. Her legs wrap around my waist like they were made to go there, and another growl rumbles out of me as her clothed pussy brushes my throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” she gasps as she grinds herself against me, “you.”
Turning, I walk us to the nest, and all but throw her down onto it. “Fuck me?” I pant, whipping my shirt off as quickly as I can.
“For makin’ me wait.” She scowls at me as she shimmies her pants off.
Pausing, I look at her.
Her flushed cheeks, the way her chest rises and falls.
The glazed look of her eyes as they take me in, but, more importantly…
The little kernel of hurt still lurking behind her need.
Slowly, I unbutton my pants, pull them down, and then step out of my boxers.
She’s in nothing but her panties by the time I’m crawling over her, bracing myself on my elbows above her body.
“Sam, what are you—”
“I’m sorry.” My words have her mouth snapping shut, and I take that as my cue to continue. “I mean, I’mnotsorry forputting your safety above my pleasure. For…making you wait. But I am…I am sorry for not making it abundantly clear just how fucking in love with you I am.”
She looks up at me with those damn hypnotic eyes, and I hate the fact that I’m the one who put those tears there. “I…what?”
“I love you, Jo.” My voice is shaky, but I’ve never been more sure of my words. “You’re fucking stubborn, hardheaded—a damn tornado of trouble and chaos. And…you have a heart of pure gold. You’re so damn strong. I would do anything for you.Willdo anything for you. Just…will you please forgive me for being an idiot who doesn’t know how to use his words?”
A watery laugh leaves her, and her arms wrap around my neck before dragging me down for a kiss. “I forgive you,” she murmurs against my lips before kissing me slowly again. “And…I love you too, Sammy-boy.”
I smile against her mouth at her finally using my nickname before we collide again.
My body settles over hers as our kisses turn frantic, a hurricane of tongue and teeth that has me grinding my hips against her. She moans as my head rubs against the material covering her clit.
“Since I can’t hold up the promise I made back at the safehouse after you sucked my soul out of my body,” I murmur, lifting myself to hover over her, “I’m going to have to make up for it in a different way.”
Her back arches as I kiss her neck, goosebumps raising along my flesh as she rakes her nails down my back. “The promise…” she gasps as I nip at the skin of her collarbone, “where you said I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week?”
“Mhmm,” I take one of her nipples into my mouth as my hand reaches down between her legs. “I’m just going to have to settle for the next twenty-four hours.”
My fingers hook beneath her panties, drawing a groan out of me when I feel how soaked with slick she is. Two fingers slide inside her easily, drawing a gasp out of my perfect omega as one of her hands lands on my head, holding me to her. When my thumb brushes over her clit, her pussy squeezes my fingers so fucking beautifully.
“Sam!” she cries out, her hips moving as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her. Jo’s scent is so strong, I can’t hold back anymore. Keeping my fingers inside her, I maneuver myself so I can replace my thumb with my tongue, groaning as her cinnamon apple decadence hits my taste buds. Her hips continue to thrust in time with me, her babbling spurring me on. “Sam, Sam, oh, fuck! Yes, right there,please!”
When her pussy starts contracting around my fingers again, I suck on her clit as hard as I can, and her scream could have shattered the windows, if they weren’t all made of bulletproof glass.
She rides the wave of her release, her fists tight in the blankets, and when her body relaxes, I don’t stop.
My tongue goes back to long languid licks up her slit, and she starts to squirm. “Sammy? I came—”
I snort. “I know.” Pressing a kiss to her clit, my forearm braces down across her hips. “And I want another one.”
She looks down at me, heat in her eyes and her bottom lip under her teeth. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
