Page 356 of A Matter of Time

The moan that tore out of me went right through him, arousing him like I knew it would, his hands hard and demanding on my body. Sam loved all the noises I made, loved my submissiveness and how I craved him. I loved how rough he was with me, manhandling me, how he bit and licked and kissed me, my skin under his hands driving him wild with a need to mark it all as his.

“Look at you,” he breathed against my ear. “Head thrown back, trembling, all ready for me. You’re so beautiful, J, and you’re mine.”

“Please, Sam…please.”

I didn’t have time to think before he moved, his slick hand going around my cock, taking hold of me, his mouth on my shoulder, over his name, biting down gently, his chest pressed to my back. I cried out when he thrust forward, sliding all the way into me.

“Jory,” he groaned, and it came from his gut, down deep. “Baby.”

“Sam.” I whimpered, arching back into him, impaling myself deeper, grabbing the hand he had braced on my hip and using it to pull his arm around my neck. I wanted him to clutch me tight, hold me close.

He drove into me, forcing me down onto the table, bending me in half and lifting me off the floor as he thrust deep. I called his name, and he told me to yell louder, kissing down the side of my neck, his body molding to mine.

His name bounced off the walls of our apartment.

Afterward, he gathered me close and kissed me until I thought my head was going to explode. I was sure, I told him, that not having air caused brain damage. He couldn’t have cared less. He sacrificed one of our dish towels to clean me up, then dragged me to the couch and pulled me down, still naked, into his lap. I felt so good. I never wanted him to leave.

“I had no idea tight jeans made you so hot, J. I’ll hafta file that away for future reference.”

“Sam, I⁠—”

“God, I love having you in my lap.”

I simply stared at him.

“You know what the sexiest thing about you is?” he asked, massaging my ass, shifting me forward over his groin.

“My ass?” I teased him as he kissed my nose and my cheeks and my forehead.

“No.” He pulled back to look at my face. “Your eyes. They’re never completely open, always half-open like you just got fucked. Like minutes before, you were in bed.”

I smiled at him. “That’s lovely, thank you.”

“You’re being sarcastic, but I’m serious.”

I grunted.

“They’re sexy as hell, your bedroom eyes.”

“As long as you think so.”

“And your mouth… You have the most beautiful lips…”

I put my hands flat on his chest, feeling the sculpted muscles under my palms.

“And your skin and your ass.”

“See?” I scoffed. “I knew you’d get around to my ass eventually.”

“But seriously,” he said, hands on my face as he eased me forward, tilting my head at the last moment so he could kiss up my throat, “your eyes kill me. They burn me up every time.”

I trembled under his hands. The man was so sexy, and he had no clue.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I got a call from Aaron Sutter today.”

“You did?”