Page 120 of Prey for You

“Faster,” he rasped. “Just the right amount of pressure, get your fingers wetter.”

I slid my finger inside myself and Sam groaned—and that sound made my core quiver.

“Now, close your eyes and focus on my voice,” he said hoarsely. I did as he said and let my head sink back, still touching myself, still pinching and kneading my nipple with my other hand, my heart racing and body thrumming.

“That slickness, that’s because I’m feasting on you, babe,” he growled. “That touch, that’s my hand—feel me grabbing you? I can feel your nipple. It’s hard under my palm so it scrapes. I love that feeling, babe. It makes me want to bite it—”

I pinched my nipple and gasped, and Sam groaned.

“I want to touch you until you come. I’m kissing your neck and nipping that little spot under your ear,” he rasped. “You feel me, Bridget? Feel my fingers inside you?”’

I nodded and curled two fingers into myself, biting my lip as want sparked again and again, those surges of need that send tingling waves through my bloodstream.

“I’m not stopping, babe. I’m never stopping. I’m sliding down your body and putting my tongue on that sweet, pink flesh,right there,”he groaned.

My jaw dropped as the next wave of pleasure had a punch to it. My head was rolling back, my hips starting to buck, and I was pulsing inside. Getting closer and closer. I stopped hearing his words, let his voice wash over me—and it brought with it the perfect blend of dark and light. The demand I couldn’t deny. The loss of control. Even as I fell safe in those arms.

“Sam!”

“Don’t stop…don’t fucking stop.I’m almost there, Bridget—I’m taking you…now.”

I plunged fingers into myself, gasping and grinding against my own palm as my body hitched and jerked and that wave of pleasure bowled through me, lighting my bloodstream and making every hair on my body stand up.

I whimpered.

“Look at me, Bridget!”

My eyes flew open in time to see Sam pump, his hips jerking hard and his mouth drop open, jaw rolling as he came—groaning, cursing, and growling my name over and over.

Our eyes locked and I was torn between crying and screaming his name.

When I shuddered and slumped, Sam was already sagging over the phone, his forehead sweaty and body jolting, twitching.

Moments later, half-elated and half-hollow, I sat up and reached for the phone. When I brought it up to my face I could see the flush on my cheeks and how my eyelids were heavy.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

But Sam, who was also straightening himself and picking up the phone, shook his head. “Don’t do that, babe.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Look like it’s over,” he said, his face filling the screen. “Don’t you give up on me.”

“I’m not!” I said frantically. “I’m just… scared.”

“We’re going to be fine. I’m going to be fine.”

“You can’t know that! And I can’t stop thinking about having to stay away from you for so long for the trial—and then we might get separatedforever.”

Sam shook his head, his Adam’s apple jumping. “No.No.God brought us together, Bridget. He won’t do that.”

I stared at him sadly. “I wish I trusted that.”

“I’ll trust it for both of us. Bridge, for now, focus onme. Ilove you. I’mhere to help you. We’ve got this. This is a season to get through. Then we’ll be together and this will all be over.”

“I hope so, Sam. I really do. I love you.”

“I love you too, but we’re not saying goodbye. You take me with you to clean up. We’re going to bed together.”

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