Page 11 of Rock with You

“Kissing,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re kissing me.”

Carly felt like she was about to melt. Or combust. Or both. Sam kissed her until her bones had liquefied and her body was on fire. He was tall, so tall. He had to be over six feet because she was five foot ten and Sam had to dip his head to kiss her. She liked that, really liked that. It was rare for her to kiss a man this much taller than she was.

He held her close and kissed her, slowly and thoroughly. His hands slid beneath the oversized T-shirt, pushing aside her bra to palm her breasts. His thumb scraped across her nipple, sending a bolt of fiery need straight to her core. Usually Carly would never consider sleeping with him so quickly. They’d only met that morning, and most of the things she knew about him, she’d learned from celebrity gossip sites. A lot of it wasn’t flattering, but none of it matched the man she’d met today.

They only had tonight. Tomorrow, the ice would melt. She’d go back to her real life, and he’d return to his. And she’d always regret it if she didn’t take this opportunity. What had he said earlier, that when life pushed her outside her comfort zone, she rolled with it? Yeah. She was rolling with it tonight.

She slipped her hands inside his shirt and ran them over his chest. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, and oh, there were a lot of muscles. She let her fingers trail down to the waistband of his jeans. Sam made a breathless sound that vibrated through her fingertips. His grip on her ass tightened.

“You sure about this, Carly?” His voice had gone all low and scratchy, and holy hell, so sexy. “Because I don’t want to do anything you’re going to regret in the morning.”

“I’m sure.” She looked up and met his eyes. “I’ve never felt like this before, Sam. I can’t even think straight, I want you so much.”

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than he crushed her against him, kissing her like crazy. They fell to the floor on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, their bodies a tangle of arms and legs. She tugged at his T-shirt, and he yanked it over his head.

She touched his left arm, admiring the tattoos that ran from his shoulder to his wrist. She hadn’t really had an opinion on tattoos until this moment, but Sam’s inked skin was about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Well, that and the gorgeous sight of his bare chest, all hard muscle with a smattering of chest hair leading down to the waistband of his jeans, strained in the front with a most impressive bulge.

Sam lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the rug beside them. Her bra followed. He kissed along her neck and over her chest until she was about to lose her mind.

She moved closer, letting her knees slide down on either side of his hips. That bulge in his jeans pressed right where she needed it, and oh, it felt good. She rocked her hips against him, drawing a rumble of approval from Sam. He gripped her ass, urging her on, creating a delicious friction between their bodies.

“More,” she whispered.

He reached between them, sliding his hand inside her pants. His fingers skimmed over her skin, dipping inside her panties, and she whimpered. He stroked her with one hand while the other kept gripping her ass, moving her against him, allowing her to shamelessly use him for her pleasure.

Heat built inside her, tightening low in her belly, making her pant and squirm as she ground her hips against his. He pushed two fingers inside her, and just like that, she shattered.

“Whoa,” she whispered once she’d caught her breath. She opened her eyes to find Sam watching her, his blue eyes hooded, scorching her with his gaze.

“That was fucking intense,” he said, then pulled her in for another kiss.

His erection still strained against her, and now it was her turn to touch. She reached for the front of his jeans, running her palm over his hard length. He felt like steel beneath her fingers. She undid the button and pushed down his zipper, freeing him. He lifted his hips and scrambled out of his jeans. Now he wore only a pair of black boxer briefs, and holy hell, he was the image of perfection. All that tanned, toned skin. Every inch of him was hard.

She slid her hands over his chest, reveling in the feel of his hot skin beneath her fingertips. When she reached his boxers, he sucked in a breath. She gripped him through the thin fabric. Desire blazed again inside her.

Sam tugged her pants down her legs, and she kicked them off. Then they were entwined again, kissing, touching. His cock pressed against her, teasing her through that thin layer of cotton. She pushed down his boxers and took him in her hand, stroking him slowly from base to tip. He groaned, thrusting himself against her.

“So good,” he whispered, his voice strained.

She cupped his balls, and his cock jumped in her hand. He swore roughly. So sexy. Her body burned for him. She hooked her leg around his hips, bringing herself against him, his cock pressed against her core, separated only by the thin, silky material of her panties. Sam let out a rough sound, clutching her closer.

She pressed her hips against him, and the sensation was almost enough to make her come again. “Now.”

“Yes,” he whispered against her neck. He slid her panties to the floor, and they rolled together, skin to skin. Finally. Her body clenched in anticipation. Then he sat up, a strained look on his face. “Protection.”

Shit. She hoped he had some because she sure as hell didn’t.

“I’ll be right back.” He kissed her again, then stood and headed for the stairs. She lay there on the rug in front of the fire, admiring the fine sight of his bare ass as he climbed the stairs and hoping like hell he’d come back with a condom in his hand.

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Sam cursed a blue streak as he pawed through the contents of his bedside table. He was almost positive he’d brought condoms with him to the mountains—not that he’d been planning to get laid, but just in case. But they weren’t here.

Wait. His suitcase.

He hurried into the closet, wishing like hell he’d remembered to bring a flashlight upstairs with him, but he’d been thinking with his dick, and his dick was screaming at him to hurry. Now he was freezing his ass off up here in the dark, feeling his way around the closet for the suitcase. Finally, his hands encountered its smooth, leather surface. He went straight for the inside pouch, where his fingers closed over a small cardboard box. Halla-fuckin-lujah.

He closed his fist around it and ran for the stairs.

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