I laughed. Sam’s jealousy was the kind that made me feel wanted. Not like I had to tiptoe around his feelings. “No. I was trying to pay him a compliment. They could have been distant cousins, maybe.”
“Well, shit, why wasn’t he thrilled? That guy’s handsome as fuck. Almost as handsome as me.”
I laughed again. I’d forgotten how much Sam could make me laugh while also making me feel like I was seeing stars. I loved how he was confident enough to not be offended.
“Although,” Sam said, slipping his hands up to my hips and pulling me toward him on the bed, making me squeal. “I guess I’m no better.” He used his thumbs to tip my hips back, tilting me onto my elbows. Then he slid his hands up over the waistband of my pajama shorts and under my t-shirt. “Because I can’t stand thinking about anyone else touching you here.”
“My tummy? Really?” I joked.
“Really.” Sam kissed me, right below the belly button. “It’s the perfect stomach. I could admire it all night. I couldkissit all night. In fact, I think I will.” He kissed it again, this time on the left, then the right.
The way he could oscillate between nearly talking me into an orgasm with his filthy mouth a few minutes ago to making my heart squeeze with the tenderness he was using now was doing my head in.
“You’re crazy,” I whispered.
“Maybe. But I don’t think so. This”—he kissed me again, this time right above the waistband of my shorts—“is the stomach of a goddess.”
Without warning, he drew his tongue from my navel to my solar plexus, making me arch my back.
God, I wanted him. Right now. But I knew he was going to make me wait. I knew it and I loved it.
“I know you didn’t ask,” Sam said, “But I haven’t been with anyone else since you, El.”
I shouldn’t have felt relieved by that. It was totally his prerogative. But it made me itch to think about him being with anyone but me.
“Why?” I asked, for no good reason at all.
Sam inched my shirt up, revealing the undersides of my breasts. “Because I have this problem.”
“What’s that?”
I gasped as he drew his tongue under my right breast, sucking gently on the flesh, inching my nipple closer to the bunched up hem of the shirt. I tipped my head back.
“Because of this woman I’m a little obsessed with.”
He gave the same treatment to the other breast, making me moan.
“She’s brilliant and funny,” he said, kissing between the two. “She works way too hard.” He nudged the shirt higher. “She’s fuckinggorgeous.” He kissed my throat. “And she gives one helluva blowjob.”
I gasped, laughing.
“Sorry, it’s true. Best I’ve ever had.”
He must have seen the heat spearing through me, because he said, “Theonlyone I’ve ever had. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” I laughed.
Sam dropped down and kissed the inside of my thigh, midway between my knees.
“She’s also got”—he kissed higher up my thigh—“the most beautiful pussy.”
Want sunk into my lower half, heavy and desperate.
“Please,” I begged. “Enough teasing.”
Sam gave me that devious grin I loved and began tugging my pajama shorts down, kissing my exposed flesh as he went. “This pussy, as I remember, tastes like heaven. And gets so fucking wet for me.”
I could hardly breathe with anticipation. But I didn’t want any more interruptions after this. “Can you get the condoms?” I breathed.
