Page 50 of Sizzle

Yet here he was, shaking his head and smiling. “For three years, I’ve been wondering how you taste.” He kissed her in a quick nip, his smile going dark when she let out a little sigh of pleasure. “What you sound like when you’re turned on.” Unable to stifle it, Lucy sighed again when he ran both hands down her shoulders, then her rib cage, her waist, her hips, shaping her body before pulling her flush against him. “What you feel like when I touch you.” One thrust of his hips against hers, agonizingly slow and hot. “When I fuck you.”

Wetness bloomed between her thighs, even through the layers of clothing still separating them. She tried not to stammer. Failed spectacularly. “I…I didn’t know.”

Sam nodded. “I made sure of it. You said no that night, and I wanted to respect your decision. But I never stopped wondering, and Ineverstopped wanting you.”

Lucy thought of the only reason she’d said no and stuck to it for these three years. But no. No. That was all behind her, and she’d be damned if she was going to let her memories of the past ruin this. Not when she’d wanted Sam for so long, too.

“Tonight, I’m yours,” she promised. He kissed her again, his tongue searching, retreating so she could take control in return. His breath hitched when she sucked his lower lip between her own, a bolt of satisfaction mixing in with her desire to form a heady combination that made her even bolder. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Lucy kissed him as if he were her lifeline, and she needed her mouth on his the way she needed breath and blood to live. Sam gripped her hips, keeping their bodies connected from their mouths all the way down to the tangle of their thighs, but still, it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Too many clothes,” Lucy gasped, struggling with her jacket—not an easy task, since she wasn’t quite willing to let go of Sam all the way.

He gripped the fabric at her shoulders and relieved her of it in one swift yank. “Better?”

She shoved his jacket off, then grabbed the hem of his Henley to lift it toward his shoulders, both of them working in tandem to get it over his head. “It is now.”

She took a step back, which a second ago, she would have thought a bit insane, considering how badly she wanted him. But holy shit, he was beautiful. Lean, corded muscles lined his shoulders and arms, his chest a flat plane leading to—okay,wow—a set of six-pack abs that made Lucy’s heart do a backflip. She knew she was staring, especially when she caught sight of the dusting of copper-colored hair making a lazy trail from his navel to the button of his low-slung jeans, but there was no chance it could be helped. She moved forward to touch him, but he held up a hand to stop her progress.

“Not so fast,” Sam said, reaching for the hem of her shirt. But something about him, standing there half-naked and so fucking gorgeous in her front entryway, looking at her as if she were a gift, made Lucy bold. She pressed both of her palms to his impossibly firm shoulders, walking him backward until he met the small stretch of space at the top of the hallway leading to her bedroom.

“Yes, this fast,” she said. She kissed him hard for only a moment, stilling his movements. “I’ve wanted you all this time, too.” She slid her hands from his shoulders down his chest, his muscles like stone beneath her fingers. “And now”—her touch lingered on his abdomen, measuring just how much pressure it took to make him moan.There. Oh, right there—“I’m going to find out howyousound when you’re turned on.”

Lucy had the button and zipper on his jeans undone in a flash. She slid one hand over his cock through the fabric, her heart kicking against her sternum because okay, holy girth. But then Sam’s head fell back against the wall behind him, a sound of pure pleasure escaping past his lips, and her heart beat faster for an entirely different reason.

She slipped her hand past his jeans and boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around his bare cock for a slow stroke. Her sigh twined around his, her own arousal pulsing through her like a drumbeat as his muscles tightened at her touch, and instinct had her moving without thought. Keeping one hand between his thighs, Lucy used the other to lower both his boxer briefs and his jeans. Urgency made the maneuver a bit ungraceful—not that either of them seemed to notice, much less care. She’d freed enough of him for access, and for now, it would do.

“Lucy,” he said, the word gravelly and full of need. “I don’t—fuck.”The curse came courtesy of the slow, open-mouthed kisses she was trailing down his neck, then his chest.

“I want you, Sam. Right here. Like this.” She dropped to her knees, gently pressing her mouth to the line of muscles angling inward from his hip. The sound coming up from his chest sent a bolt of pleasure through her that landed right between her legs. But turning him on was turningheron, and oh, she didn’t want to stop until he was shaking and screaming her name.

Lucy licked a slow, light circle over the head of his cock, making him grunt and herself smile.

“Jesus.” He sucked in a breath as she did it again. “Your mouth is fucking perfect.”

Sam lowered one hand to her shoulder, the blunt edges of his fingertips pressing against her skin when she parted her lips for a shallow glide. She turned her head just enough to catch a glimpse of his face in the golden light filtering in from the entryway. His expression was a perfect combination of intensity and dark, dirty bliss, and she took him deeper still, just to watch his face.

His back arched, his eyes closing tight, and the thrill of it ratcheted her desire. Lucy tested different pressures and rhythms, using his response to adjust her movements, stroking his cock with her hand and her mouth together. The hand Sam had dropped to her shoulder slid to her nape to knot in her hair, and her pussy clenched and flooded with heat at the way he rocked his hips against her ministrations.

“Ah.”His reaction was mostly sound rather than an actual word, both hands cupping her face now as she worked his cock in a steady rhythm. “I can’t…I’m not…Christ, Lucy, you should stop.”

She knew what he was telling her. Could feel how close he was to the edge.

She didn’t even hesitate to push him over.

With one last heated exhale, Sam went still with her name on his lips. His beautiful body tightened in release, and Lucy worked him through every breath, taking all he had to give. She slowed a few beats later, gentling her movements into soft kisses and softer brushes of her fingers before pulling back to look at him.

The sheer intensity in his stare had barely registered before he’d said, “Your turn,” then lifted her off her feet.

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It took allthe determination Sam could muster to make his legs work. Considering the fact that Lucy had not only asked him to stay with her, but had also just shocked him out of seducing her by gifting him with the best fucking blowjob he’d ever experienced (and probably ever would), he felt his wobbly legs were pretty justified. But now that he’d regained the ability to move, he wasn’t about to let a little thing like physiology keep him from giving her as many orgasms as she’d let him.

If he only had tonight, he was going to make themostof it.

“Which one is your bedroom?” he asked, heading down the hallway with her in his arms, grateful he’d at least had the presence of mind to yank his boxer briefs and jeans back up around his hips before scooping her up. Not that he wouldn’t walk down her hallway buck-ass naked, especially if it meant getting to fuck her once they got to the end. But movement was already a challenge. He didn’t need to test the limits of his balance on top of his post-orgasmic haze.

“On the left,” Lucy said. Sam shouldered his way past the door, letting his eyes adjust to the shadows. Enough light from the street below made its way past the blinds for him to see her dresser along one wall, with two doors leading to what he assumed were a closet and a bathroom on the other. Her bed divided the space between them, and he let out a soft laugh as he caught sight of it more clearly.

“You make your bed every morning, don’t you?” he asked.

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