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“What else?” He licked his lips, and she didn’t have to think of her next answer.
“Kisses. On my throat.”
“Yeah?” He twisted to his side, one arm still behind her head, his other settling on the mattress next to her, caging her in. “Here?” He opened his mouth over her pulse, first dragging his tongue and then his teeth there until she shivered.
“Ye-yes.”
“How about here?” He pressed kisses across her throat to the other side of her jaw, where he sucked at the skin under her ear, and she writhed next to him, imagining him sucking on other places.
She had trouble swallowing as he moved down, nipping at her collarbone. “Here too?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“It’s an underappreciated body part,” he said, and she moaned her agreement into a kiss before he backed away. “What else?” he prompted, staring at her mouth. His eyes were huge, pupils so big they almost covered all of the melted chocolate color they usually were.
“Your hands.”
He let out a sound that was awfully close to a satisfied groan as his hand wandered over her body. Starting at her neck, he dragged his fingers across her shoulder, down her arm to her waist, where he squeezed her side and slid his thumb along the small expanse of skin exposed between her T-shirt and shorts to the button above her fly. He toyed with it for a moment when Sam honestly thought she might expire if he didn’t take them off, and she practically panted the words, “You owe me.”
His only response was a flash of a wicked smile before he buried his face against her neck and undid the button and zipper. He slid his hand under the waistband, teasing his long fingers over her until she lifted off the bed, silently begging for more. The tip of his middle finger slid between her folds, ghosting over her clit, and she curled her fingernails into his shoulder until he relented, giving in to her needs. With his teeth and tongue on her neck, and his fingers working her over, he murmured a rough, “Tell me what you need,” in her ear before biting her earlobe. “I want to make you come.”
Sam gripped his forearm, steadying herself as she circled her hips, chasing a thrill that had been building over these last few weeks. Finally, she’d get her release. “More. I need more.”
He rasped a curse and shifted over her to get a better angle, adding another long finger inside her. “Fuck, you’re so warm, so wet.”
She whimpered at his words, and he breathed more over her skin. Telling her how gorgeous she looked, how hot she felt, how he was desperate to see her come, he found the rhythm she needed, pushing her higher and higher until her skin pebbled with a rush of pleasure and light burst behind closed eyelids.
Her childhood crush had just given her an orgasm. This was the fulfillment of a fantasy, and he was wonderful, patient, and tender, wanting to learn her needs, and yet something about this didn’t feel right.More. She neededmore.
He left little kisses along her jaw and the corner of her mouth until she opened her eyes. Then he skimmed his hand down her leg, curling his fingers around her knee possessively. “You were so quiet.”
“Was I?” Sam licked her dry lips and wiggled her fingers, bringing some feeling back into them after holding on to him so tight, hoping he didn’t notice the tiny hole he pierced in her chest.
“I was hoping to hear you,” he said, leaning back, but she caught his T-shirt to keep him from moving away from her.
“You still can,” she said, needing an equal exchange to get back on even footing. Back to what she was used to. Pleasure for everyone to go home happy. When she reached her hand toward his tented sweats, he shifted out of her reach. She furrowed her brow. “I thought…”
“Not yet,” he said, fixing the pillow behind his head before slipping his arm back around her as if nothing had happened.
“Not yet?” She forced out a laugh, trying to ignore the fear diffusing through her veins, and lifted her leg to straddle him, but he caught her thigh and gently pushed it back until she lay back down in the cradle of his arm.
“Hey.” At first, she ignored Mike’s prodding, but then he drew the tip of his finger up her arm and over her collarbone, whispering, “You’ve opened my eyes to my new favorite body part.” When she rolled her eyes to him, she couldn’t hide her smile at his outrageously proud face, and he squeezed his arm around her until she curled against him.
All those years of daydreaming about Mike had nothing on what it was really like to touch him. What it was really like to hear his heart beating in his chest, feel the heat from his body, his fingers tangling in her hair.
“I want this,” he said, dragging the elastic band out of her hair and sliding it on to his wrist before running his hand over her head. “I want you. I…”
“What?” Sam asked, throwing her arm around his torso, aiming to get her fingers under his shorts, though he stopped her again. He curled his fingers around her wrist and drew her hand up so he could kiss her palm.
More.
“I want to take you out tomorrow,” he said after a thousand years of Sam second-guessing herself and this arrangement. How could she want more when she couldn’t have it? She was leaving. More was not an option.
She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “Really?”
“Yeah. Why are you so surprised?”
“I don’t know.” She ducked her head back down so he wouldn’t see her lie. “I didn’t know we were doing that.”
