Chapter 10 Roz #2
Roz took a step forward, closing the small distance between them. Her fingers ghosted over Sam’s arm, tracing the line of her sleeve before she brought her hand up to cup Sam’s jaw. Sam’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as Roz leaned in, her voice dropping to a murmur.
“I’m warning you, Sam,” Roz whispered, her lips brushing against Sam’s. “I don’t play fair.”
Sam’s lips parted, her voice a husky whisper. “I never asked you to.”
Roz didn’t hesitate. She tilted Sam’s chin just slightly, her thumb brushing over the curve of her jaw before she captured Sam’s lips in a kiss. It was slow at first, testing, searching, but the restraint didn’t last.
Sam melted into her, responding with the same quiet desperation Roz felt in her chest. Roz’s hands moved to cradle Sam’s face, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss until it felt like they were both unraveling.
Sam’s arms wound around Roz’s waist, tugging her flush against her body.
Roz felt herself lose control, her carefully built composure shattering as the kiss grew hotter, more demanding.
Sam tasted like everything Roz shouldn’t want but couldn’t stay away from, steadiness, strength, a promise of something Roz didn’t think she deserved.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Roz rested her forehead against Sam’s. Her fingers lingered on Sam’s jaw, her voice soft and unsteady.
“You’re infuriating,” Roz murmured, her lips curving into a small, rare smile.
Sam let out a shaky breath, her grip on Roz’s waist tightening. “So are you.”
Roz didn’t reply. Instead, she brushed a kiss over Sam’s temple, her walls momentarily forgotten in the quiet stillness of the balcony. Sam stayed close, her thumb tracing absent circles against Roz’s back.
For once, Roz didn’t feel like running. And that terrified her more than anything.
“Stay,” Roz whispered, barely audible, as though saying it too loudly might break the fragile moment.
Sam’s arms tightened slightly around her. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The city lights glittered around them, but neither woman noticed. For tonight, the world outside didn’t matter.
The tension hung between them like a live wire as they exited the event.
Roz didn’t say much, and Sam matched her silence.
There was no need for words. Their footsteps echoed softly as they walked side by side to Roz’s car, the cool night air doing little to extinguish the fire simmering between them.
Roz’s hand skimmed Sam’s lower back as she opened the car door for her, the light touch deliberate and lingering.
Sam shot her a look, sharp and questioning, but her cheeks flushed, betraying the effect Roz had on her.
Roz said nothing, only smiled faintly, a small, knowing curve of her lips, before getting into the driver’s seat.
The drive to Roz’s apartment was quiet. Sam sat beside her, staring out at the city lights, but Roz could feel her presence like a magnetic pull.
Every red light felt like an eternity; every glance toward Sam sent a jolt of desire through Roz’s chest. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was charged, heavy with unspoken words and mutual understanding.
Roz’s fingers tightened on the wheel as they neared her building. “What are you doing?” a small voice whispered at the back of her mind, but she ignored it. She wasn’t going to overthink this, not tonight.
The door to her apartment closed with a soft click behind them, the lock sliding into place like a final decision being made. Roz turned to face Sam, the dim light of the entryway casting shadows over the edges of her face.
Sam stood there, still in her firehouse dress uniform, her broad shoulders and strong frame commanding the space effortlessly.
Roz leaned back against the door for a beat, taking her in.
The contrast between Sam’s steely composure and the vulnerability Roz had glimpsed earlier tonight sent a shiver through her.
Roz’s control slipped, but this time she didn’t fight it. She leaned in, her lips capturing Sam’s in a kiss that erased the distance and uncertainty between them. The kiss was slow at first, gentle, teasing, her thumb brushing against Sam’s cheekbone. But the restraint didn’t last.
Sam responded with an urgency Roz hadn’t expected, her hands gripping Roz’s waist and pulling her closer. Roz allowed herself to melt into it, letting Sam’s touch unmoor her, letting herself feel.
Roz took control, guiding Sam backward until her legs hit the edge of the couch. She pushed Sam down gently, standing over her as she slipped off her blazer, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact. Sam watched her, eyes dark with need, her breathing uneven.
“You’re too tense,” Roz murmured, her voice dipping as she moved closer, straddling Sam’s lap. Her fingers began working at Sam’s tie, loosening it slowly. “All that firehouse discipline must weigh on you.”
Sam smirked faintly, though the way her hands settled on Roz’s thighs betrayed her resolve. “You think you’re helping?”
Roz smirked right back, tugging the tie free and letting it drop to the floor. “Oh, I know I am.”
She leaned in, kissing Sam again, deeper this time.
Her hands worked with deliberate slowness, unbuttoning the shirt, sliding it off Sam’s shoulders, her nails grazing against the skin she exposed.
Sam shivered under her touch, her breath catching as Roz’s lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then lower, her kisses lingering against the pulse point in Sam’s neck.
Roz felt Sam’s hands tense against her hips, holding her tighter, pulling her closer. She smiled against Sam’s skin, pleased by the reaction.
“Relax, Sam,” Roz whispered, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I’ve got you.”
Sam let out a shaky exhale, her grip loosening slightly as she tilted her head back, giving Roz access to her neck. It was the smallest of surrenders, but Roz felt it, felt the trust in the gesture. For someone like Sam, Roz knew that trust meant everything.
Roz took her time. She pressed soft, lingering kisses against Sam’s collarbone as her hands explored, learning every curve, every line of Sam’s body. She could feel Sam’s tension easing beneath her touch, her breath growing heavier, her control unraveling.
“You always hold everything so tightly,” Roz said quietly, her lips hovering just above Sam’s ear. “You don’t have to do that with me.”
Sam’s hands slid up Roz’s back, her voice soft and rough all at once. “You’re the one who doesn’t let anyone in, Roz.”
The words hit Roz somewhere deep, but instead of pushing away, she leaned into them. She leaned into Sam.
“I’m trying,” Roz admitted, the vulnerability raw in her voice. “For you, I’m trying.”
Sam looked up at her, her eye contact unwavering, and said, “I hope so.”
Warmth bloomed in Roz’s chest from something she couldn’t quite translate into words, and she leaned in to kiss Sam. “I am,” she whispered against Sam’s lips.
Roz placed her hand on Sam’s jaw and turned her head just slightly, trailing kisses down her neck as sucked on her skin, tasting salt and something uniquely Sam that she realized she craved.
Sam leaned her head back, exposing her throat, and moaned deeply as Roz continued her path of kisses downward.
Roz drank in the sight of Sam’s luscious breasts, the hardened peaks waiting for her.
She captured one in her mouth, her tongue swirling around and over it.
She cupped Sam’s other breast with her hand and squeezed it as her thumb teased her nipple.
Roz felt Sam’s body respond and tighten, and Sam opened her legs just a little wider.
“Mmmm, are you asking for something, princess?” Roz asked, her voice soft and lilting.
Sam’s eyes fluttered, and all she could get out was a satisfied moan.
“How about I help my princess? Would you like that?” Roz said as she positioned herself between Sam’s legs, making full eye contact the whole time.
Sam nodded fervently and managed a soft, “Please.”
“I can’t wait to taste you again.” Roz ran her eyes from Sam’s face, across the sharp lines of her jaw, down the curve of her neck and swell of her breasts, and down the smooth skin of her torso. Her eyes settled on Sam’s heat between her legs, her beautiful and swollen nub peeking out, ready.
Roz licked her lips and bent down, running her tongue between Sam’s folds and tasting her wetness.
She delicately opens Sam’s lips with her thumb and forefinger, exposing her clit, and leans down to swipe her tongue over the nub.
She flicked it with her tongue a few strokes before pressing her tongue down flat on it, eliciting a drawn-out moan from Sam.
When Roz slipped in a finger, Sam gasped and Roz smiled while still working Sam’s clit. “Like that, Princess?”
“Yes,” Sam panted. “You feel amazing.”
Roz continued her rhythmic licking while Sam rolled her hips in circles to sync with her. Roz inserted another finger, then a third, before she stopped suddenly. She took out her fingers and stood up from the floor.
Sam immediately snapped to attention and looked up at Roz. “Are you okay?”
Roz grinned at her. “Yes, and so will you. Wait here for me.”
Roz ran to her bedroom and opened the bedside table drawer, pulling out a blush pink rose vibrator. She walked back to the living room where Sam waited, juices coating her legs. She looked up at Roz, her head tilted.
“A flower for my flower,” Roz said, holding the vibrating rose up for Sam to see. “I’ll show you.”
Roz repositioned herself on the floor and tapped Sam’s leg for her to open wide. Roz planted firm kisses on Sam’s knee and up her inner thigh until she reached Sam’s core, still slick and warm for her.
Roz pressed the switch, bringing the rose to life, and she pressed it against Sam’s clit, letting the toy suck Sam’s rosebud while Roz inserted two fingers inside Sam again.