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Mouth dry, she had trouble forming words so she just nodded her head. So much for being in control.
Sam's shirt dropped to the floor and his fingers rested against the button of his jeans but didn't pop it open. Pushed on by a need growing exponentially with every breath, Josie reached out for that button. Fuck the strip tease; she wanted that cock of his inside her.
He pushed her hand aside. “Uh, uh, uh. No touching the talent.” A very unprofessor-like grin curled his lips.
Looks like she'd created a monster. “So that's how it's going to be?”
“Yep.” He flipped off his shoes and popped open his fly.
The brief glimpse of white cotton vaporized any thought beyond getting to see more.
She gnawed on her bottom lip, mentally begging Sam to hurry it up. Slow? What the fuck had she been thinking when she'd made that request?
He hooked his fingers into his waistband. “Sure you're ready for this?”
Josie gulped and nodded her head. Her pussy ached from unsatisfied wanting and the temptation to drop to her knees, put her mouth level with that white cotton, nearly overwhelmed her.
The moment before her restraint snapped, his jeans slid down his muscular thighs. His hard cock pointed straight at her but remained hidden behind that damn cotton.
“Your turn.” His voice barely louder than a harsh whisper screamed out to the desperate need burning Josie's skin, tightening her nipples and making her clit throb.
“For what?”
“I didn't get to look my fill in Vegas, if it's even possible to.” He pulled her up from the couch. “Stand here.”
Josie stepped onto the oval birch coffee table, but instead of sitting, he stayed close, reaching up to one of the few buttons still holding her shirt closed. His fingers rested there for a moment and he tugged her so she bent forward and his lips were millimeters from the upper curve of her full breasts. His breath whispered against her, but he didn't touch.
Heat swirled through her body—she needed to be fucked now.
No. She needed to be fucked by Sam now. Josie thought she'd explode if he didn't touch her soon,
“God, you smell so good. Do you know how much you've haunted me?” He licked the deep alley between her full breasts. “Now I want more.”
“Lucky you.” Her attempt at sultry came out a breathy whisper. “You can have all you want tonight.”
“Only tonight?”
“Who knows how long this truce will last?” She traced a finger down the two-inch scar tearing a jagged path across his cheekbone.
“I can promise you now, tonight will not be enough for me.” His hands spread open her shirt and pushed it down her arms. As it fell to the table, he bent forward, his face traveling south, kissing her stomach and spending time tracing her bellybutton.
Her knees weakened and he tightened his grip on her hips, holding her firm.
The world grew hazy as her endorphins pulled her higher. She'd broken a lot of rules in her life, but always those set by other people. By being with Sam again she was breaking one of her own. One and done. But at the moment she didn't give a damn.
The button of her jeans snapped open and he peeled them off of her, following the path of newly exposed flesh with his exploring mouth. Across her right hip. Down the side of her thigh. He stroked the back of her knee, the tickle barely registering in comparison to the heat building between her legs. She didn't know whether to be happy or pissed off that she was wearing panties. At least the tiny swath of fabric matched her bra. Why that mattered, she didn't know, but she knew Sam would appreciate the coordination. And for some strange reason that mattered to her.
As she stepped out of her jeans, Sam worked his way back up her opposite leg, this time kissing and nibbling and licking up the inside of her leg. By the time his mouth was tantalizingly close to her wet pussy, her moans filled the silence of his living room. Josie threaded her fingers through his smooth hair, guiding him toward the juncture of her thighs. When his head failed to move any closer she almost wept in frustration.
“Getting impatient?” His hot breath brushed against her sensitive clit as if she wasn't wearing any panties.
Sam grasped her full hips in his hands and licked the silk material between her legs. At that point, her knees did give out and only his strong fingers around her hips kept her from tumbling off the coffee table. The sound of her panting filled the air as she lost herself in the onslaught of sensation. God, t
he man undid her and almost made her forget for a heartbeat why she never came back for seconds.
“Enough, Sam.” She stepped onto the floor, the Berber carpet rough against her bare feet.
God, he looked delicious standing there in his crisp white underwear. Instead of the muscled bulk of most of her lovers, he had a runner's physique, thin but strong with well-defined abs that didn't require hours in the gym every day. No. He had better things to do than just hone his body, and that turned her on more than a set of six-pack abs ever could. The sexiest thing about Sam was between his ears—not that the hard shaft between his legs was anything to shrug at.
