Page 112 of And Then Came You

“You’re… not?”

Without missing a beat, he pops open the clasp on my bra, before dropping to his knees and sliding my panties to the floor. “No,” he murmurs, his hands tracing up the back of my thighs. A soft cry escapes my mouth when his tongue circles my clit, and I grasp his scalp, holding him in place. He’s tireless as his mouth works me over, his fingers sinking inside me as I writhe against him, desperate for more.

So much more.

Sam pulls back, meeting my gaze as his fingers continue to stroke me, driving me slowly out of my mind. This time, he isn’t edging me. He’s pushing me full force toward that cliff, with no intention of stopping. “I’m not fucking you, but I will spend the night making love to you. Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you many times in the future. Just not this time.”

He buries his face between my thighs again, his tongue flicking against my clit until I explode, every cell in my body awash with pleasure.

I wobble on my feet, feeling his steadying hands as he peppers kisses along my thighs. “You cheated this time.”

That emerald gaze swings up, a curious expression on his beautiful face. “How’s that?”

Crooking my finger, I help him to standing, my fingers deftly undoing his pants. “I told you before that it’s my turn.” Pressing my lips to his, I taste the hint of me on his tongue. “You cheated. Now, you’ll have to be punished.”

Sam toes off his shoes before shucking his pants and standing before me in all his naked glory. Holy shit, this man gives sexy a whole new meaning. My book boyfriends have nothing on him.

I run my hands along his chest, my eyes drinking in every delicious inch. Across his washboard abs to his narrow waist and down, my breath hitching as I gaze upon the cock that fills a million girls’ fantasies.

I wrap my hand around his shaft, feeling him strain toward me, a low moan escaping his mouth as his eyes close. Dragging my fingers along the underside of his shaft, a sexy smirk crosses my face as he jerks, blatant desire coloring his features.

Dropping to my knees, I circle the tip with my tongue, letting it wander over those infamous piercings. Scratching my nails along his thighs, I flatten my tongue, gliding it across the underside of his shaft.

I’m hardly the first woman in this position, but I’m likely the first woman to adore Sam for the man he is rather than the skin he wears. That, and I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, too.

“Open your eyes, Sam,” I demand, guiding his hands to my hair, his gaze heady with lust.

I suck him into my mouth, feeling his hands pull at my hair, his hips bucking toward me. My one goal is to make him as crazy for me as I am for him. Relaxing my throat, I work him deep, my hands wrapped around his thighs and my finger gliding along the crack in his ass. I see it in his face, hear it in his moans and feel it as his body tenses, the energy building like a volcano. Small, animalistic grunts fly from his lips as he fucks my mouth, but I won’t back down. I keep coaxing him to climax, until he cries out, damn near falling back from the force.

Sam bends slightly at the waist, staggering to the bed and collapsing, his breath coming in heated pants. With a keen sense of satisfaction, I wipe my lips, padding to the bedside, that green gaze intent on me.

“Told you it was my turn.”

With a grunt, he grasps me around the waist, rolling me over onto the bed and moving on top of me before devouring me in a kiss. He swallows every moan as his fingers slide inside me, working me open.

“You’re incredible, Lexi.”

In that moment, nothing exists beyond the two of us. The outside world fades away, our only focus is each other and feeding the hunger we can no longer deny.

Holding my gaze, I gasp as he works the tip of his cock against my slick heat, stoking an already flaming inferno.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist and trapping him in my embrace. “I want you.”

“You’ve got me. You’re mine.” With those two words, he fills me completely, stretching me as my eyes drift closed, and a feeling of pleasure courses through me.

Sam’s breath whispers over my lips. “Stay with me, Lexi.”

Our gazes hold and I realize it doesn’t matter how many women he’s bedded. I see it in the emotion emanating from Sam as he moves inside me—he loves me. This is as new for him as it is for me.

Tightening my legs around his waist, I arch my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust and feeling a giddiness at the desire raging in his face.

He changes position ever so slightly, and I cry out as my entire body vibrates in response. “That’s it. Look at you. There has never been a woman more beautiful.”

“Don’t ever stop,” I moan, sparks flooding my body. “How are you doing that? You feel so good.”

Sam grunts his approval, increasing the tempo as he buries himself inside me again and again. “Your pussy is amazing. So tight and wet. Come for me, Lexi. Show me how good I make you feel.”

No sooner are the words spoken than the sensation rips through me, and I scream out his name. But Sam never wavers, his thrusts coming deeper and faster.

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