Page 42 of Allegiant

That makes me roll my eyes even as my chest constricts. “You don’t know that. You barely know me at all.”

“I know more than you think.”

Our gazes clash, and my traitorous eyes start to well up. A sniffle escapes my nose, and I find myself turning away from him again.

It’s then that I feel a hand on my chin, turning my gaze back to him.

He’s kneeling beside the tub, his thumb stroking across my cheek.

“You don’t have to hide it from me,” he says. “In fact, I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

I manage a small nod. “I’m not hiding anything on purpose. Just…surviving. Can you let me do that?”

Although his lips tighten like he doesn’t approve, he nods back. His hand is still cupping my chin, his thumb still stroking. “What can I do for you?”

The rasp of his voice, the touch of him against my skin warms something inside of me, settling right between my legs.

It would be healthier for me to talk about it, to face it. But right now, I’d rather not. I’ve spent so long trying not to be selfish, but now I can’t think of anything else. I want to be selfish. I need to be, if I’m going to survive this.

So I take a deep breath and tell Samson exactly what I need. “I want to be distracted. For the next two days. I want to think about nothing.”

His eyes darken. “How do you want me to help with that?”

I turn my face slightly and lick a stripe across the pad of his finger. “I want to see you come.”

His breathing hitches and his pupils dilate.

I’m not done. “Then I want you to fuck me.”

Samson pushes his thumb between my lips, and I suck on it, tasting him. He doesn’t respond right away, but I see his answer in the set of his brows, in the darkness of his eyes.

But then he pulls away, and I find myself pouting. He doesn’t go far, reaching behind himself and pulling his shirt over his head in one simple, erotic move. I hold my breath, taking in his strong chest, the trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans, the raven tattoo on his bicep.

I set my mug of tea down and curl my fingers around the lip of the tub, my other hand dipping beneath the water and fisting my hard cock.

Samson stands up and pulls his jeans down, his boxers disappearing with them, leaving him completely naked. A small whimper escapes me at the sight of his strong legs dusted in thick hair. God, I want to sink my teeth into those thighs. And his cock. Fuck. He’s already hard, and my hole clenches around nothing, already imagining how it’ll feel with him stretching me open. It’s huge, thick, and uncut.

In other words, completely perfect.

His hand grips it, and he strokes it roughly. The sound of it, the sight, has me biting back a moan. Yes, this is what I need. To live in the moment, to forget for a short time until reality comes crashing back in.

Samson stands there, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he strokes himself, his eyes settled on me, on my face, raking over my neck and shoulders before moving back to stare into my eyes once more. It’s filthy, it’s…so fucking hot.

I shift slightly and lift a hand from the water to wrap around his thigh, pulling him closer. He moves easily, his legs hitting the edge of the tub, his cock so close to my face. I sit up a little taller, bubbles trailing down my chest, leaning forward to run my nose across the tip of him.

His nostrils flare, his body arching closer to me, a hand landing on the wall behind me, one of his feet stepping into the tub, right between my spread legs.

I give in to the temptation I had earlier, letting my teeth sink lightly into Samson’s muscled thigh.

“Fuck.” His cock jumps as his fingers go into my hair. “Do that again.”

I do it once more, on the other thigh this time, before turning my attention to his cock. I feel my breath coming in short pants as I let my tongue poke out, laving over his head.

He grunts when I repeat the motion. “You’re killing me here.”

I smirk. I shouldn’t enjoy the fact that I affect him this much. But I do.

When I lean forward and suck the tip between my lips, his hand tightens in my hair. A groan leaves me as he guides me forward to take him inch by inch. My mouth is spread wide around him, his hard length heavy on my tongue.