Page 18 of Edge of Forever

But IwantSam.

“If you keep wiggling like that, I’m going to be inside you again in about two minutes,” he rumbles in a sexy, sleep-addled voice.

That sounds like fun, despite my nether regions being a little sore.

“Okay,” I tease, wiggling my butt against his groin purposefully this time.

He’s hard.

Like,reallyhard.

How had I not noticed before now?

He growls, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. There’s a predatory look in his eyes but it doesn’t scare me.

It just makes the spot between my legs flutter with excitement.

I’ve wanted to do it again since last night, but Sam said I needed to give myself a chance to rest, adjust. Whatever that means.

Sore or not, I need to feel that connection again.

“I’m not going to be as gentle today,” he says gruffly.

“Okay.” I smile and wind my arms around his neck. “I’m excited to see less gentle Sam.”

He shakes his head before reaching over to the nightstand and fumbling around for a condom. He manages to get his hand between us and slide it on—and then he’s inside me again.

I’m sore but not so much that it ruins the pleasure it brings me.

“Mmm. I’ve been thinking about this since last time,” I murmur.

He captures my mouth in a soul-bending kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting. Our tongues swirl with a similar rhythm to what he’s doing with his cock, and I’m immediately swept up. He nips my lower lip, capturing it between his teeth and giving alittle tug. It’s feral and raw, something I didn’t know could exist outside of a romance novel.

I’m pinned beneath him as we kiss, the length of his cock spearing into me, hips pounding steadily against mine. He grips my thighs and grinds his pelvis against my clit, making my eyes roll back. There’s a bit of tenderness after last night’s coupling, but the pleasure far surpasses any discomfort, and each plunge becomes more and more erratic.

“Come for me, Kirsten—make that tight cunt cream all over my cock.”

If it was anyone else, I might have died of embarrassment, but there’s nothing I won’t let Sam do—or say—when we’re together like this. Besides, my body is spiraling, completely out of my control.

My fingers dig into his arms as a strangled gasp leaves my chest.

“Sam!”

His body stiffens, and then he pumps into me like crazy, my scream practically bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck, Kirsten.” He’s breathing hard, both of us covered in sweat. “You’re incredible.”

“Ditto.”

He rolls off me but pulls me into his chest.

We lay there like that until my bladder screams for mercy.

“I’ll be right back,” I murmur, heading into the bathroom.

One look in the mirror and I grimace.

I’d fallen asleep with my makeup on—we showered but I hadn’t wanted to wash it off or get my hair wet—and it’s now smeared and smudged around my eyes.

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