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He wanted it to be a warning, she knew. But there was too much need in his voice, and she wasn’t about to leave it unfulfilled.
“Let me, Sam. Please.”
After a beat of absolute stillness, he nodded, and the thrill of it arrowed directly between her thighs. Lucy continued her path down his neck, reaching down low to lift his shirt over his head. She meant to keep moving, but God, the feel of his body beneath her fingertips, all hard planes and tight, curved muscles, made her breath jam in her throat. Her fingers landed on the center of Sam’s chest, his heartbeat rapid beneath her touch, and her pulse hammered in time with his.
“You are so beautiful,” she said.
He huffed out a soft laugh in response. “You can barely see me.”
Under other circumstances, she probably would’ve let him get away with the deflection. But instead, she moved her fingers to his lips, tilting his face toward hers with her opposite hand.
“I don’t need to see you to know how beautiful you are, Sam. I know it here.”
She dropped her hand from his lips to his chest again, pressing against him so her own heart was on the other side. Lucy kissed him, losing herself in the glide of their mouths, seeking and taking and surrendering all at once. The push/pull between them was intimate, as if it were a secret belonging only to them, and it made her blood heat and the want in her body swell. Without breaking the kiss, she lowered her hands just long enough to hook her fingers through the hem of her shirt and slide it quickly over her head. The connection of their bodies, mostly skin to skin, made Lucy’s nipples tighten beneath the lace of her bra, and Sam kissed her, fast and hard, before a moan tore from his throat.
“Fuck.Fuck,Lucy. I want…”
He didn’t finish with words. He kissed her again, his fingers digging in to her shoulders with enough intention to make her pussy clench and her breath arrive on a gasp. They fumbled through shedding the rest of their clothes, made difficult by the fact that they refused to fully part. Finally, their boots and socks and jeans had been—oh, thank God, she was dying to feel him—tossed aside, leaving her only in her bra and panties and him in a pair of dark gray boxer briefs.
Lucy moved without thinking, driven only by her want and his need. She cupped her hands around Sam’s biceps, turning his back toward the bed. Two steps had them at the mattress, and one firm push had him laid out in front of her. Climbing onto the bed beside him, she straddled his waist, the dark, dirty thrill of suggestion making her clit throb. But as badly as she wanted to rip off her panties and let him push his cock inside of her until she screamed, she wanted—no,needed—to show Sam how worthy he was. She levered forward, her breath hitching as her lace-covered nipples brushed his chest. His breath faltered, too, his hands gliding up her rib cage, fingers working deftly to twist the hooks of her bra free.
“Sam,” she managed, her thighs beginning to tremble at the feel of his hands shaping her body, the backs of his knuckles stroking ever so gently, just where she wanted more, more, more. “I want to show you how good you are. Please. Let me showyou.”
The only change to his ministrations was the addition of a wicked grin. “Oh, sweetheart,” Sam said, catching one nipple between his index and middle fingers and squeezing just enough to send a flood of liquid heat to her pussy. “Don’t you know yet? Youareshowing me. Every time you let me touch you”—he stroked again, her nipples tightening even further in need—“every time you let me kiss you”—he pulled her forward for a single, punishing press of his mouth before notching his cock against the want-slick lace between her legs—“and especially every time you let me fuck you, youareshowing me how good I am. That of all the people you could trust with yourself, you chose me. I don’t ever intend to take that for granted. And I damn sure don’t intend for you to forget how good we are together.”
Bracing his palms over the back of her rib cage, he swung her beneath him in one fluid motion, dropping his forehead to hers but keeping his cocky grin front and center, right where she loved it most. “You want to show me how good I am? Then let me have you.” This kiss he brushed over her mouth was reverent and soft, and oh, Lucy felt it everywhere. “All I want is you.”
She wasn’t even done nodding before the moment shifted back to urgency, her body lighting up everywhere Sam touched her. He lined her neck with open-mouthed kisses, his mouth hot and so fucking suggestive on her skin that Lucy bucked against him, desperate. His lips parted in a wicked smile over the top of one breast, and he looked up at her.
“Not just yet,” he whispered. “First, I want a taste.”
Moving down her body, he brushed his lips over one nipple. The sound that came out of Lucy was primal, one that might make her blush when she thought of it in hindsight. But Sam heard her need and filled it in one white-hot parting of his mouth. Pleasure tore through Lucy as he licked and sucked, reading her sighs and moans as the guidance they were. Rather than being intimidated at her whispers of “harder,” “slower,” and “there, there,there,”he simply followed her lead, his own sighs and moans twining with hers at her pleasure. He slid further down her body, fitting his shoulders beneath her thighs and letting his mouth—God, that glorious, filthy, talented mouth—hover over her pussy.
“So pretty,” he murmured, drawing a finger over the lace covering her hyper-sensitive skin, smiling darkly when she had no choice but to thrust against the touch. “So fucking wet. Open up for me, sweetheart. Let me give you what you need.”
Lucy’s thighs fell wide just as Sam pressed his tongue over her panties in a glide so sinful and hot, she saw stars. The friction of his mouth and the slick lace against her clit felt so good it hit the border between pleasure and pain, and she knotted her hands in his hair to hold him close. His grunt in reply vibrated through her, and when he hooked two fingers around the center of her panties to bare her pussy to his mouth, she lost her last scrap of composure.
“I need your mouth on me,” she moaned, nearly flying apart when he tongued her clit without hesitation. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Holding her panties aside with one hand, he flattened his opposite palm over her inner thigh. Lucy was dimly aware that the position made her vulnerable, that she’d been literally laid bare right in front of him. But to Sam, that was more gift than power, and when she heard his needful moan as he dropped his mouth and pleasured her in long, hot strokes, she knew their back and forth was equal. He worked her body with fast flicks of his tongue, then slower, deeper pushes inside her pussy. The hint of being filled made her desperate with need, and she dug her heels into the mattress, chasing more. Chasing everything.
And that’s what he gave her. Pressing her wide, he worked her body with his lips and tongue, unraveling her control. Every movement brought Lucy closer to the edge, her release beckoning and bright. Her muscles tightened, then tingled—oh, God, oh, God, rightthere—and then she was flying apart, coming so hard that she lost her breath. Sam was right there to catch her, wringing out every gasp and tremble before steadily easing his touch. Releasing his hold on her panties, he kissed her inner thighs, then her belly, letting her return to her body for a few heartbeats before sliding over the mattress to lie down beside her.
“Christ, I could spend all night finding ways to make you come on my tongue,” he said, pressing a kiss behind her ear.
“Tempting,” Lucy said, because after the orgasm he’d just given her, it really fucking was. “But what about you? What do you need?”
Sam pulled back, just far enough to meet her stare in the light sneaking in past the blinds. “Don’t you know by now? All I need is you.”
Lucy’s heart didn’t skip or stutter. Of this, she was absolutely sure. “Well, then take me. I’m yours, Sam. You and me.”
He kissed her, softly at first, his breath shaking even though his hands were steady around her shoulders. But just like everything else when it came to the two of them together, the kiss quickly burned red-hot and out of control. Lucy gave in to it, letting her hands roam over his shoulders and down his chest, lingering only for a moment on his heart before sliding them lower. She palmed his cock, heat reigniting between her legs at the moan he gave in response. Lowering his boxer briefs from his hips, she wrapped her fingers around him, skin-on-skin. He thrust into her hand, curling his own fingers around hers as she stroked his cock, over and over.
“Lucy,” Sam finally said, tearing away from her just long enough to take a condom out of his bedside table drawer. She slipped out of her panties just as quickly, and by the time he had the condom safely in place, she was already parting her legs. Anticipation sizzled through her, turning to scorching heat when he knelt between her legs, sliding the head of his cock over her clit once, then twice.
“Sam.” Lucy exhaled in both frustration and need. But then he heeded her warning—or maybe he needed to be inside her as badly as she wanted him there—and he filled her in one firm, smooth thrust. Her inner muscles clenched, the sudden burst of pressure falling somewhere between pleasure and pain before pleasure took over. Sam rocked against her in tiny little thrusts, her body adjusting with each one until she was moving right along with him in a perfect rhythm. He pulled back further, but only to press right back home, and want began to stir, deep in Lucy’s belly. She hooked her knees around the corded muscles of his hips, crying out when the change in angle sent his cock directly over a sensitive spot deep inside of her.
“Show me,” Sam said, his voice ragged and low as he fucked her. “Show me how good we are. I want to see how pretty you are when you come for me.”
