Page 98 of Mark my Words

“She even imagined pushing the emergency stop in the elevator, getting on her knees, and peeling down his pants. Sucking on his dick so hard as he held her in place with his big hands, erupting in her mouth before turning her against the elevator wall and making her come until she couldn’t walk.”

Sam’s hips jerked, and his release spilled over my fingers as I kept a firm grasp, milking every last drop from him.

“Fuck. That was intense,” he panted, rolling to the side, pulling my hand from his boxers, and gathering my naked body against his warm chest.

“You could say that,” I giggled, my voice sounding light, even to my ears.

He turned to face me, tracing his fingers on my lips, his eyes soft. How I ever thought I could resist him was still a mystery, but he’d given me space to figure that out, and I appreciated that more than he knew.

“I don’t think I can continue to stay away, Kris...”

“I...” my throat cracked as I tried to find the words I knew he deserved to hear from me. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he whispered, cupping my cheek.

“No.” I held his hand to my cheek as I shook my head. “I do. I was terrible to you because I was afraid. Because I am afraid.”

“You don’t need to be.” His voice was soft, and I hated that he was still so understanding, even after I’d been a bitch in every conceivable way.

“The way you make me feel terrifies me sometimes.”

“You terrify me sometimes, too.” He smiled, pulling me against his chest and sliding one of his legs between mine.

“This isn’t funny,” I frowned.

“Don’t be so serious all the time,” he teased as he brushed his mouth against mine. Just a fleeting press of his lips before leaning in and pressing me into the pillow, his large body following as he nestled between the cradle of my thighs.

He kissed me without hurry, slowly feeding kindling into the fire burning between us, driving away the worrying thoughts in my head and making me forget everything except for the feel of his skin.

“Sam,” I whined as he ground against me—hard again.

“Stop thinking. Just be with me. Please,” he pleaded as he reached down and pulled at the waist of his briefs, sliding them down his legs. “Stay with me in this moment. Let me show you how I feel.”

He left me briefly, pulling a condom out of his bag and sheathing himself before he laid back down, kissing me passionately as he settled between my thighs.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my back arching as he slipped inside me, slowly rocking his hips until he was seated as far as he could go. “Don’t stop,” I panted as I met his slow thrusts with eager desperation that had nothing to do with chasing down an orgasm. “Don’t ever stop.”

“I won’t,” he whispered as he groaned into my neck, holding me tightly. “I won’t ever stop.”

And I had a feeling that neither of us was referring to the physical attraction between us anymore.

SAM

SEATTLE

A loud thump sounded from the door that connected my hotel room to Kristine’s. We hadn’t requested adjoining rooms, but I wasn’t complaining when the hotel desk clerk informed our group that we had three rooms together. Chase and Evan were in a small corner mini-suite, and we were in two standard adjoining rooms along the same hallway. Kristine pretended to be relieved that we weren’t forced to share a room, but I knew better. We may not have been sleeping in the same room, but I knew she’d end up in my bed again. She just wasn’t admitting it yet.

I’d laughed when she made a big deal over checking the lock on her side of the adjoining door when I’d helped her with her luggage earlier, but as another reluctant knock sounded, I knew she’d seek me out. We’d been playing this game of cat and mouse, and I was content to let her lead. She couldn’t stay away from me any more than I could stay away from her. If anything, the forbidden nature of sneaking around in hotel rooms and trying to keep Chase and Evan from discovering what was happening between us only added to the heat.

We had kept our hands to ourselves on the short plane ride from Denver, but she’d unsuccessfully tried to get away with sneaking looks at me all day. I’d held in my laughter several times when she realized I’d caught her staring again. It was adorable how she couldn’t keep her blushing at bay.

“Come on.” Her voice was muffled as I ran the towel over my head, drying my hair after getting out of the shower. It would have been better if she was in there with me, but I could try to coax her in there later.

“Give me a minute,” I shouted back, crossing the room and pulling open my suitcase, quickly pulling on a pair of boxer briefs. My chest was still wet, so I didn’t bother with a shirt, but it wasn’t like it would be new for her to see me shirtless. The fingernail marks on my back spoke otherwise. “I’m naked.”

“Hurry up, you jackass!”

I’d been in a good mood since our flight landed because she’d finally stopped trying to pick fights with me in front of Chase and Evan. She’d been quiet since we’d finally relieved some of the tension between us, but I knew it was only a matter of time before she started panicking again. I only hoped she’d let me give her more orgasms to stave off a meltdown. While our verbal communication still lacked clarity, our bodies always knew exactly how to speak to one another. And she seemed to be using my cock like an emotional support animal. An emotional support cock, if you will.

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