Page 100 of And Then Came You

“All this to prove a point?” I smirk, grasping a handful of his dark hair.

“Keep telling yourself that’s the reason. Just let me do my work.” His fingers slide under my ass as his tongue runs the length of my lips. Then the cocky—and extremely talented bastard sucks my clit into his mouth and I practically bend backward.

A low groan breaks from his chest. I think it’s a good sign. I hope so because this man’s tongue has stolen my ability to reason.

It won’t take sixty seconds. The man will blow his own record out of the water this time.

“You’ve proven your point. A tongue ring is one hell of a bonus.” My words are breathy, forced.

Sam breaks away to send me a salacious grin. “Told you.” The tip of his tongue circles my clit again as his fingers slide deep inside me. “But I’m not even close to proving my point. I’m not stopping until you come—a few times, at least. Your pussy is fucking fabulous.”

He’s tireless in his quest, his tongue dancing over every inch of me, teasing my clit before sinking deep inside me.

I’m so close. Right there. But every time I’m about to fall off the edge, he changes position, keeping me dangling on the precipice.

His phone alarm sounds and I groan, gripping my hair in my hands.

Sam turns it off before meeting my gaze. “What’s the matter, Lex? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

“You have the most amazing tongue. Bar none, in the history of the world. But, I should have come by now. I’ve been right there for the last twenty minutes.”

“I know.” Sam smiles, peppering kisses along my lower stomach. “I’m edging you, getting you right there but not letting you go over. Not yet. Lex Lex, I’ve been taking my time. I could have made you come a few times, but I enjoy torturing you a bit.”

“Some exquisite torture.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“Tell me what you want. Don’t give me that wide-eyed stare. I’ve read your novels. Tell me what you want from me.”

“You have to leave.”

“I can be late. Tell me what you want. I want to make you come harder than ever before in your life, but you’re going to have to request it.”

Not a problem, Sam. Time to tell youexactlywhat I want. “I want that talented tongue on my clit, making me come so hard I can’t stop screaming your name.”

“Fuck, beautiful.”

“Oh, I’m not done. Then, I want to strip these jeans off you as you slide inside me, with nothing between us. I want to feel every inch of you, filling every inch of me.”

For a moment, Sam freezes over me, his green eyes wide. Here’s hoping I didn’t go overboard with my narrative. “I’ve wanted that for so long, Lexi.”

“Me?”

His mouth claims me, his tongue tangling with mine. “Yes. You. Ever since that night in the Hamptons.”

I push my hands against his chest. Did I hear him correctly? Since the Hamptons?

My mind reels at his admission, flipping my preconceived notions on their head. “Wait a second, is that why you got so angry at Gianni?”

“That might have had something to do with it.”

“Sam, you’ve been with scads of women in that time.”

“I don’t know if it’s scads.” I raise my brow and he chuckles, shaking his head. “Can we leave this topic and get back to me kissing every inch of you again?”

“Hmm. I suppose,” I giggle, tangling my fingers in his hair, “I could give it some thought.”

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