Page 99 of And Then Came You

I twine my fingers around his neck, drifting up to rub against his shaved scalp and earning a low groan of approval.

Sam backs off a few inches, running his tongue ring along his lower lip. “I meant to ask the last time, is it weird?”

His offbeat question throws me momentarily, but I laugh when I realize to what he’s referring. “Oh, your piercings. I meant kissing other areas of my body.” My cheeks flame at my brazen statement. “Ignore what I said. I’m blaming the wine for that comment. Can you please kiss me?”

“I can absolutely kiss you.”

“But yet, you’re not.”

Sam slides his hand along my thigh, his fingers brushing across my clit. “Saving the best for last.”

My heart quickens at his intimation. While my sexual history is far from pristine, it’s also limited. Plenty of blow jobs, hand jobs and quickies, with little focus on my needs. I guess that’s why God invented vibrators. Tracing his lower lip with my thumb, I squeal when he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue ring upping the ante in the tactile stimulation department. “Shall we continue?”

I mean the photography session, but when Sam quirks his brow at me, I know he means something else entirely. “Absolutely. No way in hell do I want to stop. I’m just getting started and since I’m on a tight deadline, there’s no time to waste.”

“Okay.” I push at his frame, but he won’t budge. “Get off me if you want to take pictures.”

That smile. Holy shit, he could remove a woman’s panties with one look. “Who said anything about taking pictures? It’s time I showed you my other talent.”

“That’s right. The whole, you can make a woman come in sixty seconds claim.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’m sure you excel at most things sexually, Sam.”

“I’m sure I want to be an overachiever where you’re concerned.” He leans back, grinning. “You’re blushing.”

“Shocker. We’re discussing oral sex.”

“I’ve read your sex scenes. This is not unfamiliar territory for you.”

“I beg to differ. This is totally different.”

“How?”

“This is... between us.”

“Mm-hmm. More specifically, this is a discussion about me licking your sweet pussy.”

“Right.” I’m the height of intelligent conversation, but the idea of Sam’s tongue against my skin has turned my brain to mush. One syllable answers are the best I can manage.

“I don’t want to discuss it anymore.”

“Okay.” I snap out the answer, my nerves jumping like a fish out of water. Why am I short of breath? What the hell is wrong with me? And why is Sam looking at me with that devilish glint in his eye?

“I’m done talking about it.” He slides down the length of my body, his mouth dropping kisses along my stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“I told you, I’m done talking about it. Time to test my theory.”

It’s time to call his bluff. Sometimes I hate my friend... and the fact that I’m dripping wet because of his dirty talk. “Right. Good idea.”

“So glad you agree.” I expect him to pull away, to laugh off the moment. Instead, his nose nuzzles up my inner thigh—higher and higher—until his face is directly in front of my pussy.

I can’t breathe. Seriously, who stole the damn air? “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh yes, Lexi, I most definitely would.”

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