Page 148 of Smoke and Glitter

"And exactly that look you're giving me right now."

He strips the fabric down my legs and tosses it somewhere behind him. Cool air reaches overheated skin for barely a second before his hands are back, his thumbs dragging along the insides of my thighs until my legs open wider without being asked.

Sam notices. "Anything else?"

"Put your mouth on me."

His eyes hold mine for one beat.

Then he does.

My hands fly into his hair as the first stroke of his tongue tears a sound out of me I don't recognize. He catches one of my thighs over his shoulder and pulls me closer, his other hand flattening against my hip when I move toward him.

"Oh, fuck."

Sam hums against me and the vibration makes my stomach clench. I look down and immediately regret it because his eyes are open, watching me.

"You're an asshole."

His mouth curves against me before his tongue moves again and I lose whatever thread of thought I had left.

He remembers me too well. He knows exactly what makes my thighs tighten and what makes my hips lift, and he uses every bit of that knowledge until I'm tugging his hair hard enough that I should probably feel guilty.

I don't.

"More."

One hand leaves my hip. His fingers slide through me before two push inside, and my head drops back.

"Fuck, Sam."

He curls them and I nearly come off the mattress.

"There. Right there."

He does it again. My hand clamps around his wrist even though I have no intention of stopping him.

"Don't fucking stop."

He doesn't. His fingers keep the same rhythm while his mouth closes over me again, and everything inside me begins pulling tight. I can't keep still now. My hips chase his hand, one heel digging into his back while the other leg trembles against his shoulder.

"I'm going to come."

Sam lifts his mouth just enough to answer. "Then come."

His fingers curl again, and that does it. My back arches and his name comes out of me broken. Sam keeps his hand exactly where I asked for it while my thighs tighten around him, riding out every shudder until I finally collapse back against the mattress.

For several seconds I can only breathe. Then Sam rises, his mouth finding mine while I'm still trying to recover. I taste myself on his tongue and something inside me twists painfully with how much I've missed this. How much I've missed him.

The second thought is more dangerous than the first, so I put both hands against his chest and push. Sam rolls onto his back without resistance and I climb over him.

His eyebrows lift. "Hi."

"Shut up."

"My mistake."

I settle across his hips and close my hand around him. The muscles in his stomach contract immediately, and Sam's hands close around my thighs.