Page 49 of Prey for You

Tears trickled down my temples and into my hair, but I didn’t care. Sam washere.In my bed. On my body.Loving me.

When he cupped my breast and kneaded it with his calloused palm, I sobbed with joy and hooked both arms around his neck, leaning up as much as his grip on my hair would allow, kissing him like I’d die if I didn’t.

Which was how it felt. When he crawled over me and his thick, promising weight sank between my thighs and pressed me into the mattress, I decided I’d never be complete without his body on mine again.

“Sam…Sam.”

He trembled under my touch. His muscles tightening wherever I touched, his skin pebbling against mine. Then he groaned, deepening the kiss, and flexed his hips, pressing himself against me. My mouth fell open at the sheer joy of having him so close, and he took the kiss deeper, his body rolling, nudging as he sought me and I shook, clinging.

Elbow next to my ear, he still held a fistful of my hair, but we’d both forgotten everything except getting closer. His weight pinned me down from chest to knees, his warmth spread through my bloodstream. We shared a skin.

I’d never felt so desperate and so calm. I didn’t even want him to lift his head—I clung to him, pulling him tightly against me, rocking and sliding with him until he found me and entered me—slowly, rolling into the joining, inching closer, nearer, deeper, until he was pressed against me there too, and I almost sobbed again.

But I couldn’t miss a moment.

Sam was intoxicating—whispering my name, clutching at me, his hands clawing up and down my body as he reassured himself that I was still there just as frantically as I did, filling my arms with his body, my hands with his thick shoulders, my body withhim.

And as we moved together, everything became a slow, languid expression ofnow…andhere…andnever leave me.

I didn’t think about making his eyes flash, or wanting him to fight not to come. All I could think wascloser.He didn’t tease, or edge me. He breathed my name and held me into his kiss, and held himself into my body.

The urgency between us wasn’t the fraught, pounding pursuit of bliss. It was a cherishing.

The Bridget I had been a year ago would have said I was making the most boring, vanilla mental porn ever. But my body sang. Sam stole my breath. And all the emotion and fear of the past couple of months without his touch surged and morphed into sheer elation.

I couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t taste his name enough, couldn’t hold him tightly enough, couldn’t take him deeply enough.

“Sam… oh, God,Sam.”

“I’m here, beautiful.” His voice cracked on the word and my tears surged again, but they were tears of joy. “I’m here. I’m here…”

As his body made mine sing, and his touch made meliveagain, his words stole my heart.

“I couldn’t wait anymore,” he breathed, then kissed me until I’d forgotten the words, before pulling his head back just farenough to speak against my lips again, our bodies rolling, rippling in time. “Watching you tonight just made you seem further away. I love you, Bridget. You’re scaring the shit out of me because I’m terrified you’re going to hurtyourself.Please… babe, please… I can’t lose you. Please…”

I sobbed when he buried his face under my throat and sucked at the skin there, then grazed it with his teeth like he’d eat me if he could.

I love you, Bridget,he rasped against my ear as his body called to mine.

I need you here, Bridget,he murmured as he dropped one hand down my body and filled his hand—my thigh, my hip, my waist, my breast—describing the softness of my skin and the blaze of fire in him that needed me.

And with every word, and every joining, my body shivered higher, closer to that peak, until I couldn’t even say his name anymore, only hold onto him and follow him, pleading with my eyes and wordless cries.

As he got close, he finally raised his head, elbows braced over my shoulders, his full weight pinning me to the mattress, both hands gripping my hair, and he locked in again—but there was no screen between us this time. No distance. Not even air between our skins. I gasped his name—or tried to—pleading with my eyes that he’d understand he’d left me speechless.

Then he rumbled my name and that darkness in his eyes grew sharp,needingwith such ferocity, if it had been anyone but him I would have been afraid. But instead, I only threw myself deeper.

Deeper.

More.

We climbed towards that cliff together and without fanfare, threw each other over the edge.

As my body plummeted into bliss, I sobbed his name, clinging while he roared for me.

When both our bodies stopped twitching, I curled myself into his chest, buried my face under his jaw, and let my tears wet his skin when he collapsed over me.

And he held me.

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