Chapter 9
FAYE
CURRENT STATUS REPORT
FREAKING OUT
Final Note: Oh god!!!
T he Four Seasons lobby gleamed with understated elegance, all marble floors and soft lighting. I barely noticed any of it, too aware of the hand Sam had slipped under my coat to press against my lower back, the heat of his touch burning through my dress.
"Wait here," he murmured against my ear, his voice pitched low enough to make me shiver.
I watched him stride to the reception desk, all quiet confidence in his leather jacket and messy hair. A strand had fallen across his forehead—the same strand I'd run my fingers through just minutes ago in the car.
My lips still tingled from his kisses.
Focus, Faye.
But focusing was impossible when Sam kept glancing back at me, his dark eyes holding promises that made my knees weak. He was talking to the receptionist, his posture relaxed but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers drummed against the counter.
He was nervous too.
Somehow that made everything better. Easier.
"All set." He appeared at my side, key cards in hand. His thumb brushed my wrist, a seemingly casual touch that sent electricity racing up my arm. "Ready?"
I caught his hand, threading our fingers together. "Yes."
His smile was soft, private—just for me. As we walked to the elevator, I realized this was really happening. After years of careful distance, of maintaining professional boundaries, of pretending I didn't notice how beautiful he was when he played...
The elevator doors closed, leaving us alone.
Sam's hand tightened on mine. "Having second thoughts?"
I turned to face him, taking in the uncertainty in his eyes. Even now, he was giving me an out.
"No." I stepped closer, smoothing my free hand over his chest. "But if you keep asking, I might think you are."
He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "Never."
I leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped me with hands on my waist.
“If we start now, I won’t stop.”
I liked the possessive, almost feral roughness in his voice.
The elevator dinged, opening onto our floor. Sam guided me down the hallway, his thumb tracing patterns on my skin that made it hard to walk straight.
At our door, he paused. "Faye?—"
I pulled him down by his shirt, kissing him before he could second guess this—second guess us. He groaned, pressing me against the door as he kissed me back, deep and thorough.
"Inside," I managed between kisses. "Now."
He fumbled with the key card, cursing softly as it took three tries to open the door. Then we were stumbling inside, hands everywhere, kisses growing desperate.
"Wait." He pulled back, breathing heavily. "We should... slow down."
"Why?"
"Because." He pressed his forehead to mine. "I want to savour. I want to memori?—"
I caught his face between my hands, making him look at me. "Sam. I want you. All of you. We've wasted enough time being careful.”
His eyes darkened. "Say that again."
"I want you."
With a growl, he pulled me close, capturing my mouth in a kiss that melted my bones. As his hands slid under my dress, I decided maybe lists weren't so bad after all.
“We’ll go slow next time,” he promised, nipping at my bottom lip.
His fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arched into his touch, craving more. He obliged, his hands roaming higher until they cupped my breasts through the thin fabric. I moaned into the kiss, my own hands gripping his muscular back.
He walked us backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed. With a gentle push, I fell back onto the soft mattress. He loomed over me, eyes dark with desire.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze raking over my body appreciatively.
I reached up and pulled him down to me, needing to feel his weight pressing me into the sheets. Our kisses turned frantic, tongues tangling and teeth clashing. I tugged impatiently at his shirt, and he broke away just long enough to yank it over his head.
My hands mapped the planes of his chest, revelling in the feel of his warm skin and hard muscles. He groaned as I dragged my nails down his abs. His own hands were busy pushing my dress up around my waist.
"Off," he commanded gruffly, and I eagerly complied, wiggling out of the garment and tossing it aside. Now clad in only my bra and underwear, I watched as his eyes hungrily took me in
I gasped as his hands found the seam of my panties, teasing me through the delicate fabric.
"Please," I breathed, arching into his touch. "I need you."
With a wicked grin, he dropped to his knees, pushing my dress up around my waist. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. Slowly, torturously, he dragged my underwear down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine.
I whimpered as the cool air hit my heated flesh, my need for him growing with every passing second. He ran a finger through my wet heat, and I nearly arched off the bed, such was my need.
"So wet for me already," he murmured appreciatively. "Let's see how many times I can make you come."
I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he licked and sucked, working me into a frenzy. He teased—alternating between rough and gentle, between hot, wet licks and blunt fingers. I became madness, writhing beneath him, pleading for release, losing all control as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it, Faye," he growled between long, slow licks. "Let me hear you."
I let out a keening moan as he slid two fingers inside me, stroking in time with the swirls of his tongue. I fisted the sheets, incoherent pleas spilling from my lips.
He built me up slowly, bringing me to the edge again and again before easing off, keeping me suspended in sweet, aching bliss. When he finally let me fall, I shattered with a hoarse scream, my body shaking with the force of my release.
He growled his appreciation, holding me in place as he renewed his efforts, continuing his sensual assault until a second orgasm crashed over me.
Overwrought and oversensitive, I had to push weakly at his shoulders.
"Sam, too much," I gasped, my body languid and loose, trembling from the aftershocks.
He relented without protest, crawling up the bed, trailing kisses along my heated skin.
When his mouth met mine, I could taste myself on his tongue. It was erotic and intimate, and a new wave of desire wash over me.
“Your turn,” I murmured, sliding a hand between our bodies to his fly. Slowly, I popped the buttons of his jeans. He hissed as I slid my hand inside, cupping him through his boxers.
He was hard and straining against the fabric, and I traced the outline of his impressive length, enjoying the way his breath hitched.
“Fuck.”
I grinned, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, stroking him base to tip. He dropped his forehead to my shoulder with a low groan. Emboldened, I tightened my grip, twisting my wrist on the upstroke just the way I'd always imagined he'd like.
"Fuck, Faye," he panted against my skin. "You keep that up and this will be over before it starts."
I smiled, pleased at the effect I was having on him. "We can't have that."
I flipped us over so I was straddling his hips. His hands landed to my waist, gripping me tightly as I positioned myself over him.
“Wait.” I froze. “Condom?”
He pointed at his wallet on the bedside table. “I might have one.”
Grinning, I leaned across him only to be detoured when his mouth found my breast.
"Sam!" I gasped as his teeth grazed my nipple through the thin lace of my bra.
He hummed in response, the vibrations making me arch into his touch. His fingers deftly unhooked the clasp, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
"So perfect," he murmured before capturing one tight peak between his lips.
I lost myself in the sensation, my head falling back as he lavished attention on my sensitive flesh. He alternated between soft licks and gentle nips, his hands roaming my body, setting me ablaze.
It took monumental effort, but I managed to pull away, ignoring his groan of protest. I found the condom and tore it open with my teeth. His eyes darkened as he watched me roll it onto his thick length.
Our eyes locked as I slowly sank down, taking him inch by delicious inch.
“Faye.”
I loved the way he said my name, like a prayer, a praise, a wish. I started to move, rolling my hips in a steady rhythm. His hands guided me, urging me faster, deeper. I braced myself on his chest, my nails digging in. The only sounds were our ragged breaths and the obscene, delicious slap of skin on skin.
"Fuck, Faye," he growled, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You feel amazing."
I could only whimper in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. He felt incredible inside me, every drag of his hard length against my inner walls pushed me closer to the edge. Sensing my impending orgasm, he slid a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit.
“Come for me.”
I cried out at the added stimulation, my movements becoming erratic as I chased my release, losing myself in the way he felt, he touched, he teased.
“Sam!”
"That's it, baby," he encouraged through clenched teeth. "Take it. Take me. Take everything.”
My body trembled as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my inner muscles clenching around him as I came undone. Sam groaned, his hips snapping forward to bury himself deep inside me as he found his own release.
For several long moments, we stayed locked together, hearts racing and chests heaving as we caught our breaths. Slowly, Sam lifted his head from where it rested against my neck, his dark eyes meeting mine. A satisfied smile curved his sensual lips.
"You're incredible," he murmured, brushing a tender kiss across my mouth. "I can never get enough of you."
I returned his smile, my fingers playing with the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He got rid of the condom and returned to the bed, pulling me against his side.
I nestled into him, my head pillowed on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. His fingers traced idle patterns along my spine as a sated silence enveloped us.
“Should this feel weird?” I asked softly.
“Maybe. Does it?”
I shook my head.
“Good.” He tapped a finger against my temple. “Don’t over think this, Faye. It is what is it.”
I tilted my head back. “And what is this, exactly?”
“The start of something great.”
Chuckling, I snuggled closer into his side. “Okay. We should sleep though. You have a studio day tomorrow and interviews before the concert.”
“Mm.” He pressed a kiss to my head. “I’ll wake you up early for round two.”
“Can’t wait.”