Chapter 7
SAM
The sun peeked through the window, reflecting off the wall, and I blinked away the haze in my vision.
Memories from last night sped to the forefront of my mind.
I rolled over, hoping to find her brown locks splayed across the pillow, but her side was empty.
The sheets now have the same temperature as the coldness that surrounded me.
I laughed to myself. She could never sleep cold, always having the window open, yet curled up in the warmest blanket. I never understood the logic.
Carefully, I peeled off the blanket and sat at the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of my nose before heading down to see what she was up to.
The warmth of the cabin felt amazing against my shirtless frame, starkly different from the room I walked out of that vaguely felt like Antarctica.
I cleared my throat a few times as my eyes grazed over the main rooms until I found her with a mixing bowl in hand, dancing to music I’d never heard before.
Even better, the coffeepot sitting under the windowsill was on, the red button already lit up, and steam was pouring from the pot.
Guess she’s an early bird.
This staring contest with the way she swayed around the kitchen was a losing battle, and I rubbed my stubble, amusement bubbling in my chest as I made my way over to the coffee pot. “Well, good morning to you, too.”
I ignored the shrill scream and laughed as I poured my coffee. The music stopped abruptly, and a squeak came from her.
“How long were you watching?” she asked, wide-eyed.
I chuckled at her and took a sip of my coffee. The dark roast slid down my throat and spread through my veins, warming and awakening every nerve in my body.
“If it makes you feel any better, I wish I’d seen more. Preferably while straddling me and my face pushed into those amazing tits.”
Lucy shuffled awkwardly, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, and glaring at me with those siren eyes of hers.
The fact that she was nowhere near ready for the day and still looked as beautiful as ever stunned me. The knot in my stomach intensified as I raked my gaze over her.
Those waves were unkempt and falling around her face. The strap of her pajama top had slid down, and the soft smile that met the glimmer in her eye had me in awe.
My feelings for her hadn’t changed, but I felt like we were running out of time. I sure as hell wouldn’t be getting into heaven, but Lucy would be my heaven on earth until death cradled me.
Last night, when her hands held me tight, her chest was crushed against mine as if she never wanted to let go. I wanted to close the distance but was too afraid to commit.
A sly grin crawled across her face, and I felt danger lurking, but welcomed it happily if it meant that distance was going to close right now.
"You're staring,” I said, my eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t you have baking to do? Or are you going to continue to objectify my shirtless body?”
Lucy placed the bowl down on the counter, fingers skimming along the surface as she inched closer.
“Don’t be secretive.” I raised my eyebrows mockingly. “Use your words, and tell me what you want.”
She held her mouth in an ‘O’ shape before speaking. “I’m not sure what I want, Sam.”
I shrugged my shoulders and nodded in agreement. “Fair, but I am not talking about the future. What do you want right now?” I winked at Lu before setting my coffee cup in the sink and taking my place behind her, resting my chin in the crook of her neck. “I missed you.”
She turned to face me, and I could see the hesitation.
She’d had so many ‘what ifs’ and long nights.
The unanswered letters, the hurt she must have felt.
Looking at her now had a realization ping ponging around my body.
Excluding her from my life had been a mistake.
Especially when it should have been us all along.
I’d joined because I’d given up. I’d been the perfect person on the outside and a piece of shit on the inside.
The adrenaline I chased back then would have ruined her future, but I knew better now.
Leaving with her hating me was better than her seeing me off.
If I’d seen her one last time, I wouldn’t have gone through with it.
Lucy was both a strength and a weakness that I’d carried.
The weight of my choices had sat right in my wallet through everything but basic.
LUCY
The air shifted as I watched him carefully. It seemed as though he were having a conversation with himself inside his head. It was concerning, yet awe-inducing. It was time to quiet those voices for him, instead of becoming part of the constant nagging.
My body felt insanely hot, and I chalked it up to the oven preheating behind me. Maybe it was the fact that the amount of heat radiating between us was suddenly scorching. Needy. He rubbed at his temple, eyes closed, and I placed a palm against the side of his face.
“Sam,” I breathed. “Touch me.”
He stilled, breaths coming out in soft whisps, fingers twitching against my waist.
“You have been pining for me since we clashed again, and now you won’t move. Don’t tell me you are all bark and no bite.”
He ran a calloused finger along my pulse point before dipping his head into the crook of my neck.
I gasped as he took the skin between his teeth and sucked, teeth grazing against the same area.
He was protective as he held me in his grip, possessive as I trailed marks down and across my collarbone.
The longing for more was explosive as I moaned.
His proximity caused my heart to palpitate in my chest, something I’d been waiting for.
“I want to drop to my knees to worship you, Lucy.”
I yelped as he flipped me quickly, my back flush against his torso, and rubbed his palm along my nipple.
It hardened and pebbled out against my oversized T-shirt as one hand skimmed across my breast. I moaned against it and heard the sound of rustling fabric as he worked himself out of the sweats, all while a very bratty idea formed in my brain.
“Or I could put you on all fours like a good pet, because I will do anything to have that tight, wet cunt pulsing around my cock again.”
Slowly, his hand moved across my shoulder and down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
In my peripheral vision, I could see Sam reaching for the bowl of cake batter.
He tipped it over my right shoulder, causing chocolate to create an intricate path as it ran down my body.
Heat pooled between my legs at the thought of his mouth running along every dip and crevice coated in the substance.
I licked my lip, the taste of devil’s food cake lighting up my taste buds.
He wanted to get messy, and I was here for it.
He wants to play. We can play.
Sam wanted to be on his knees? Fine. His stubble tickled my cheek, fingers dragged through the chocolate that sat on the curve of my spine. An exquisite sound came from behind me as he licked it clean, and once again I took charge, turning to face him.
Grabbing the tags that swung from his neck, I pulled him close, my lips ghosting over his in a light chuckle. “Now you can kneel and lick me clean like the dog you are.”
My eyes met his in a fierce glare, and he belted out a laugh that traveled from his chest to mine.
“Do I bark before or after?” He smirked.
Our eyes remained locked as he knelt, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly, and I extended my leg toward him.
“Take off my panties, use your teeth. Then, lick the chocolate from my ankle to my thigh.”
My body flushed with heat as I watched Sam’s head disappear under my top.
A groan of satisfaction left him as he worked my panties to the ground.
Each time his tongue ran across my skin, my body jolted in pleasure.
I had to grip tightly onto the counter to keep my balance.
It was erotic, and I wanted more. Sam was the artist, and I was the canvas, helpless as he painted me with pleasure.
My stomach stirred, the same feeling washing over me as it did the first time he caressed my body.
I slid down the counter, and he never broke contact, continuing his assault as I palmed my breast, just as he’d done moments ago.
“Sam,” I moaned out.
My thumb and index finger rolled my nipple while my other hand moved down my body until it found my throbbing clit, rubbing small, slow circles with my index finger. His breath was hot and wet against me, and I cried out when he bit into my thigh.
I liked the pain.
“Do it again,” I commanded.
He was so close to where I wanted him, but he didn’t deserve it yet. Not until he cleaned up his mess. He moved to my thighs, licking up the chocolatey goodness until it was washed away from my skin.
“Wait, what if this is a mistake?”
“I promise you ...This. Is. Worth. It.” He groaned in between licks. “Please let me taste you, and we can regret it tomorrow.”
Using my foot, I pushed him away slightly, and he gave a frustrated, needy groan. The cabinets were cold against my back as I braced against them, taking in his previous comment.
“O-Okay. Just let me-”
I couldn't speak against the nervousness, but the magnetic smile he gave urged me to continue. Sam was doing this at my pace, wanting to learn my body. He respected me in a way I hadn’t been shown since before he left.
Regret it tomorrow.
Yeah…
I spread my legs open, presenting myself to him.
My fingers slid into my pussy, and I moved them in time with the massaging of my clit.
I could see him rubbing the tip of his fully erect cock, using the precum as lubrication as he slid his hand up and down his shaft.
He was completely entranced with my movements.
I licked my lips, wanting to taste him. The way he sucked his lip between his teeth drove me wild.
“Crawl to me, Sam,” I commanded hotly.