Page 16 of Mud, Love, and Chemistry
With a sheepish grin, I pat the seat of my chair. I watch Sam take a breath before he moves toward me. As he stares down, an intensity in his eyes, I stare back with a growing ache between my thighs.
“Can you get up?”
“What?” I ask, slightly offended that he doesn’t want me in the chair.
He extends his hand to me. “If you get up, it’ll be easier to situate ourselves. I’m too big, I’ll crush you.”
“Oh.” I take his hand, allowing him to help me up so he can get comfortable.
When he does, he holds his arms open to invite me into him. I gladly accept. As soon as I’m at his side, Sam cocoons me in his strong embrace, and I snuggle up. We fit so naturally, so perfectly. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating wildly behind his ribs. Almost as wildly as my own.
“This is perfect,” he whispers.
All I can do is nod. I’m so taken aback by how much I agree with him that I don’t even know what to think.
“Brynn?”
“Hm?”
Sam’s knuckle finds its way under my chin, and he tilts my head up. As he stares at me, I see so many things swirling in his irises, longing, desire, adoration, admiration. It’s the way I’ve always wanted to be looked at.
“I want to kiss you so badly.” Sam’s voice sounds strained, like he’s holding himself back. “May I?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He presses his lips to mine in the gentlest of kisses. It’s soft, affectionate, not at all hungry like I expected. No, this is all tenderness and it’s everything I want it to be. Brushing together, our lips caress one another.
All too soon, Sam pulls away, taking the air from my lungs with him.
“That was…amazing,” he says as he presses his forehead to mine and closes his eyes.
“Sam?” I wait for his eyelids to open before I say, “Do it again.”
His mouth ticks up on one side as he leans in to put our lips together once more. This time, though, he cradles the back of my head, tilting it so he can deepen the kiss. I don’t mind. In fact, when his tongue slides along my mouth, I part my lips.
The longer we make out, the more I want. Not just in the kiss, but of him. I twist my fingers into his shirt and shift so our bodies make as much contact as possible. His free arm wraps around my waist, his fingers digging into me, and I moan. He devours the sound.
Our legs entwine, his thigh sliding between mine, and before I know it, I’m grinding against him like some horny teenager. The rational, overthinking part of my brain is mortified. I don’t do stuff like this.
But, boy does it feel good.
So good, I’m ignoring all the alarms going off in my head and replacing them with Sam’s grunts and groans. The more I move, the louder he gets, and it’s so damn hot. I never knew I could make a guy feel something without being naked. It’s empowering on a level I’ve never known. I like it.
I grind faster, harder. My hands are roaming, touching him every place they can reach. The best spots though, are where my fingertips brush his bare skin. Every single time I do, I’m set on fire. It only makes the space between my thighs wetter.
When he whispers my name against my mouth, I shatter. My body shudders as that delicious crest swallows me, but I don’t stop kissing him. He doesn’t seem to mind, either.
Once I’m finished, once my body has stopped convulsing, I let out a shaky breath and lock my eyes on his. The amusement dancing in his gaze immediately has my cheeks burning hot. I bury my face in my hand. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
“What? No, don’t be sorry.” Sam gently wraps his fingers around my wrist and pulls my hand away from my face. “Brynn…will you look at me?”
With a grimace, I tilt my head up to find the most adoring smile on his face. Not an ounce of judgment. Just plain, simple acceptance, and it melts away my tension.
“That was…incredible.” He licks his lips, flicking his gaze to my mouth. “Do you maybe want to go inside?”
My eyebrows shoot to the sky in question.
“I’m not expecting anything, but I think we’d be better off indoors so we don’t keep giving the gas station a show.”
