Page 29 of Big Pitch Energy

Chapter Eight

Sam

We steppedinto Hope’s room, and I pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her long, slow, and deep. When our tongues met and slid together, something inside me sparked, something electric and familiar. It didn’t make sense. How could someone I’d only known a few weeks already feel like she belonged in my life? It’s like she’d always been there—familiar and steady, as if some part of me had been waiting for her all along.

My hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, growing urgent, and I backed her toward the bed. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the hem of her shirt. I paused just long enough to meet her eyes, silently asking if she was sure. When she nodded, I pulled the shirt over her head.

Within seconds, she stood in front of me in nothing but a deep plum lace bra and matching underwear. She’s a goddess. Tall and curvy in all the right places, and I couldn’t wait to explore every swell and dip of her body.

The delicate scalloped edges and thin satin straps framed her perfectly. The way the bra lifted and shaped her, giving her breasts a subtle, tempting push, left me breathless. Her skin looked warmer, almost glowing in that rich color and I took in every detail, unable to look away.

I skimmed my fingers along the curve of her waist, up over her ribcage, and traced the edge of her bra, committing every inch of her to memory.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, my voice thick. “Perfect. Just like I imagined you’d be.”

I backed her up until she stood against the bed, then guided her down gently. Kneeling on the floor between her thighs, I pulled her closer and draped her legs over my shoulders. My mouth found her, hot and hungry, right where she needed me most. She tangled her fingers in my hair, holding on tight as I licked and sucked through the lace.

Sliding her panties to the side, my tongue found her bare skin. She gasped, sharp and electric. I slipped a finger inside her, moving with a steady, deliberate rhythm while circling her clit with my tongue. Her hips arched instinctively toward me before falling back onto the mattress, her thighs parting wider like an open invitation. I didn’t hesitate, I took everything she gave me, and then some.

Hope’s breathing hitched, turning into shallow pants as I slid one finger, then another, inside her, thrusting faster and faster while my tongue kept pace, licking and sucking to the same rhythm.

“Sam, I’m gonna…”

Whatever else she meant to say came out as a broken, breathless sound, more a gasp than a word. When I curled my fingers and stroked that perfect spot inside her while my mouth stayed locked on her clit, she shattered. The way her bodyarched, the way she gripped me like she never wanted me to stop, were the most addictive things I’d ever felt.

“Oh my God!” she cried out, as her body pulsed around my fingers. Each contraction—tight, hot, perfect—burned itself into me, tangled up in the sound of her coming undone.

I didn’t stop right away. Both because I wanted to draw it out and because I couldn’t. Watching her come, hearing the catch in her throat, and feeling the way her body responded to mine knocked the air out of my lungs. Every instinct in me screamed to keep giving, keep taking, until I knew she had nothing left but pleasure.

Her legs quivered against my shoulders and her fingers still tangled in my hair. I slowed the movement of my hand, gentling the rhythm as she came down, but I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. Her face, flushed and open and radiant, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

And as I watched her, it hit me that our connection went beyond chemistry, even though we clearly have that. This was more. Deeper. It was in the way she looked at me, like she saw past the surface. The way she let me in, unguarded and sure. And the way I wanted to give her everything, not just my body, but my attention, my energy, my heart.

All that should’ve scared the shit out of me.

I’m not supposed to get attached. Not now. Not when I need to be focusing on my career.

But with Hope, it didn’t feel like a mistake. It didn’t feel like bad timing. It felt inevitable.

Hope

My body trembledwith aftershocks as Sam slowly pulled his fingers from me. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, sending another ripple of sensation through me, then slid my panties down my legs with deliberate care. When he stood, my eyes followed him, my heart pounding and still aching for more.

He reached back and slipped off his T-shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

“Oh wow,” I breathed, sliding my fingertips over his chest and tracing the sharp lines of his six-pack. “You’re perfect.”

I sat up and kissed a trail down the center of his chest, pausing to flick my tongue inside his navel before moving along the waistband of his jeans. My fingers found the button, undoing it slowly, then I slid the zipper down. His erection peeked over the edge of his black boxer briefs, and I instinctively licked my lips.

“Hope, you're seriously killing me right now.”

“I’ve barely laid a finger on you.”

“Yeah, but you’re looking at me.”

I grinned.

“Then let me give you a real reason to lose control.”

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