Chapter 13
Star Wars and Chocolate
Angie’s mind spun, paralyzed by Sam’s declaration.
Her body, however, had no such qualms, sparking to life.
She melted against him, the hard planes of his chest shoring up her back as she leaned into him.
With one finger, he tugged aside her collar and lowered his mouth to her exposed neck.
He lavished it with his tongue and his lips before languidly moving up, taking his time as though he was savoring every inch.
Heat coursed through her, carrying with it an undercurrent of chills, raising goose bumps as it went. Her toes curled, her nipples beaded, and a husky moan escaped her before she could corral it. Control leaked from her like an ice pack melting in a broiling oven.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and laced her fingers together, surrendering to him.
He angled her head, and his mouth landed softly on hers, treating it with the same reverence he’d shown her neck.
He sucked and nibbled and licked, and when she parted her lips, he took his time sliding his tongue inside, as if sampling every square inch.
Each movement was slow and sensual, yet beneath the surface, the restrained desire vibrating inside him was unmistakable.
With his hand still gripping her chin, his mouth engaged hers in a luxurious exploration.
His other hand moved down her body as deliberately as his tongue moved inside her mouth.
One tug and her sash came undone. Then his hand slipped beneath the edge.
When it touched her stomach, she nearly came apart.
She was desperate for his hand to sweep up her body, and she wriggled against him.
His erection pressed against her ass, but for a man who was about to lose his “fucking mind,” he was in no hurry.
With their tongues entangled in a heated dance, he moved his hands to her shoulders and slowly dragged the robe down her arms. It slid off and puddled around her feet. The cold air hit her scorched skin, the sensation overwhelming.
His big hands skated down to her hips, stroking the backs of her thighs, moving up to caress her butt.
Her whimpers and mewls filled the air, but she didn’t care.
She tried to turn in his hold, yearning to press herself against him, but he pinned her in place.
She hooked a foot around his calf, and his fingers glided over the small of her back, then splayed across her hips, anchoring them while he rocked against her.
With a guttural groan, he released her hips, and his hands drifted to her abdomen.
Finally, finally, they moved up and palmed her breasts.
She nearly cried out from the pleasurable sensation of his rough hands on her tender skin.
Disentangling his mouth from hers, he laid a trail of open-mouth kisses down her neck and across her shoulder while he massaged and kneaded. Her body spoke its own love language, writhing shamelessly against him, letting him know what his touch was doing to her.
“Fuck, look at you,” he croaked. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”
Were his eyes open? Was he watching her body undulate? She was completely exposed, but she couldn’t muster a speck of care. Knowing his eyes wandered across her gave her an erotic rush, pumping more excitement into her bloodstream.
Suddenly, his hands were everywhere, and his caresses grew more determined as he explored any and every place they could reach. His breathing came in short, uneven bursts, matching her own accelerated rhythm.
One hand arrowed between her thighs, and he emitted a primal noise when his finger thrust inside her. “Ange, you are so fucking wet! Did I do that to you?”
Moaning, she slowly bucked against his hand.
“Tell me I made you wet, angel,” he growled. “Tell me it’s because of me.”
Angel. He had called her that the last time they were together, and the endearment made her heart bump against her rib cage. “It’s all for you, Sam. You make me wet,” she managed to hiss.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. With his free hand, he lifted her leg, placing her foot on the bottom step of the stool.
“Keep your foot there.” He pressed her knee to the side, opening her wide.
“Oh yeah, just like that. I want to make you feel good.” He slipped in a second finger, then a third.
“Fuck, you are so tight. Your body’s trying to swallow my fingers,” he murmured.
His fingers pumped in and out, his hips flexing against her from behind, matching the tempo. She ground against the heel of his hand, her muscles clamping down on his fingers as she chased her release. Her body was trying to suck him inside.
He slicked his thumb and made tiny featherlight circles in just the right place, and she thought she might go off like a bottle rocket right then. He had learned a thing or two since the last time she’d been with him, and under his expert ministrations, she became a live wire of sensation.
Liquid fire licked at her insides, and she gasped, “Oh God, Sam.”
“Yeah, angel. Show me how much you like what I’m doing to you.” His voice was gruff, as if his vocal cords were straining for control. “Let go. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
He curled his digits, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Stars in a kaleidoscope of colors burst behind her clenched eyes, and her body shuddered as her orgasm rippled through her. She might have cried out, and if she did, she had no idea what she said.
When her conscious mind floated back down to earth, her back was plastered to his front, her hands still twined behind his head.
Her grip and his arms were the only things holding her upright.
One hand cupped her breast, his finger and thumb lazily toying with her taut peak, while the fingers of his other hand remained inside her, completely still.
He kissed the side of her neck, and she let her head loll on a contented sigh. Little nips and licks followed.
“I forgot how good you taste,” he mouthed against her skin. He slid his fingers out and spread them across her belly. “Was that good, angel? Did you like that?”
Words were hard to come by, and she merely nodded.
His hands moved to her shoulders, and he began to turn her. “Let me look at you.”
She was naked in front him while he was fully clothed, and after what they had just done—what he had just done to her—shyness came over her. She tried to press herself against him while her arms stayed looped around his neck.
Giving her a warm smile, he gently removed her forearms, lowering them to his waist. He held her away from him, and his appreciative gaze swept her slowly from head to toe and back up again. “Wow. Just … wow.”
Her self-conscious blush followed his perusal, but she remained still while he took her in.
His eyes darkened with desire. “Are you embarrassed by me looking at you?”
She nodded again. He wasn’t only looking at her. His eyes were devouring her.
“You shouldn’t be. Especially not when you’re so damn gorgeous. You were beautiful back then, Ange, but this version of you is … You leave me breathless.”
Shyness faded, and her confidence bloomed. She skimmed her hands over his pecs to the top of his hoodie, where she pinched his zipper tab and began to pull. “Fair’s fair. Let me see you.”
He caught her hands in his. His next words broke through her bubble of desire. “My intention when I came over wasn’t that you and I would …”
Her stomach curdled. “Then what was your intention? To get me naked and get me off?” She cast her eyes down, searching for her robe. She needed to cover up.
“No! I thought we would just hang out.” His voice dropped. “I didn’t want to be by myself tonight, but I didn’t want to join my buddies either. Or anyone besides you.” A softness came into his eyes. “Ange, I’m not saying I don’t want to take this farther.”
“Then what are you saying?”
He released her hands. “I wasn’t gunning for this. Us. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I sure as hell want it, but I don’t want you thinking that’s the reason I came over.” His shoulders drooped. “I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t have a condom on me.”
Relief chased the nausea from her gut. “I have some in my bedroom.”
His eyebrows flew to his hairline, then knotted together in a frown that almost looked like disapproval. “Uh, okay.”
“Unless you’d rather not.” Her confidence teetered anew.
“No, I definitely want to. It’s just … God, how do I say this without sounding like a complete asshole?”
“Just say it.”
“You having condoms on hand kind of threw me.”
She placed her palms flat against his chest. “I try not to leave things like that to chance, so just in case … Oh, this is awkward.” She rushed to add, “They’ve been there for a while.”
What was she making excuses for, though? If she were at his place, she would have expected condoms in his nightstand. Heck, she was surprised he didn’t have a three-pack tucked inside his wallet.
He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, Angie. My poker face sucks. I didn’t mean to react like that. I should have expected that you … see people. It’s good that you take precautions.”
The spell was broken, and she didn’t know how to get it back.
She bent to pick up her robe, but he stopped her.
“What were you about to do before I opened my big mouth?” She stood and eyed his zipper.
His eyes dipped, and he seemed to understand.
“Can we go back and pick up there? Before I ruined the moment?”
She let the robe slip from her hand. This time he didn’t stop her when she pulled the zipper down and worked the sleeves of his hoodie from his sculpted arms, leaving him in a tight T-shirt that clung to every muscle on his chiseled chest. She traced them, loving the feel of his solid angles beneath her fingertips.
She’d dreamed of touching him like this for weeks.