Six #4
“You are so beautiful, and I didn’t know if that was okay to say.”
“That’s the perfect thing to say,” I murmured, reaching up to take his face in my hands and ease him down to me so I could retake his mouth.
His loud groan made me smile, and I answered with my own as he pressed inside of me. I was still stretched, and the lube allowed for the slide to my core as my fingers dug into his skin, wanting him closer.
“I hurt you the first time,” he whispered.
“No…and yes,” I breathed out, tightening my muscles. “But not now, not anymore.”
“You should see your eyes.”
“Concentrate now,” I scolded him. His grin made his eyes glint, and I could not stifle my whine.
“Yessir,” he teased, before he slid back and then snapped his hips, thrusting deep.
I yelled his name, and he delivered the pounding I wanted, craved again, moving one leg off his shoulder and gripping my hip tight, leaving the other ankle where it was as he drove in hard.
I slipped my hands over the edge of my mattress and held on, orders spilling from my lips that he should not stop, never ever stop.
When he stilled, I wasn’t ready. So close, and he came inside of me. I nearly growled at him, but then he gathered me up, lifted me off the bed, and sat. I put my knees on either side of his thighs and lowered myself over him. He was still so hard, and the new angle made me gasp with the pressure.
“Good?”
“Oh yes,” I whispered, grinding on his dick, writhing, lifting up, only to shift to get him in deeper.
“Jory.” My name sounded like a prayer. “What can I do?”
“Take me in your hand.”
His grip was perfect, and I couldn’t quite catch my breath as I felt my orgasm tightening my balls, breaking me out in goose bumps.
Like the easy rise and fall of a wave, I was fluid in his arms, his fingers tracing down my spine, one hand sliding over my cock, anchoring me to him, and his mouth sucking and licking down my chest. He was touching me like I was a revelation, a gift.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered.
I didn’t remember closing them. Gazing into the slate blue of his eyes, I realized he wasn’t rushing me or trying to get away. He wanted everything slow.
“Jory…kiss me,” he breathed out, one hand sliding up my throat, cupping my face, touching my hair.
When my mouth covered his, he parted his lips for me, and I kissed him deeply, thoroughly, exploring his mouth again, sliding my tongue over every inch of his, tasting him, devouring him.
I heard the catch of his breath as I pulled back.
“Detective, I—”
“Sam. Just Sam from now on.”
“Sam,” I said slowly, liking the sound of his name on my lips.
“You’re brand new,” he said, and I understood what he meant. To him it was a whole new world of discovery, my body just waiting for him. “Come now.”
The man knew how to kiss; I felt his craving and heat.
He laid claim to me. I was bruised, my lips mauled and chewed.
Easily the most desired and needed I had ever been.
I arched my back and let my head fall back as I came over his chiseled abdomen, He had me, and I wouldn’t fall, his arm around my waist anchoring me down to him, inseparable. I wanted to stay like that forever.
I woke up because I couldn’t move. When I lifted my head, I realized the reason. Sam had one heavy granite thigh draped over my legs and his arm around my waist. I waited for the panic to come.
And waited.
And waited.
When it didn’t, even after several minutes, the truth finally sank in.
Being pinned under the man felt right, natural, and that was an epiphany both terrifying and overwhelming at the same time.
What was it about Sam Kage that brought all my walls crumbling down?
Even though I had no idea, I did know that I had to be alone to figure it out.
I needed the man out of my bed. When I pushed against him, he rolled off of me, but the arm that had been under my cheek curled around my shoulder and brought me over on top of him.
He tucked my head under his chin before smoothing his hand down my spine.
“Are you awake?”
“No,” he rumbled, his voice full of gravel, patting my ass a minute before he pulled the comforter up and covered us both. His arm around my back left me unable to move as he rubbed his thigh between my legs.
“Sam, you gotta go. I don’t sleep with—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice soft, hoarse, half-asleep.
“You can’t—”
He kissed my forehead, then my nose. “Close your eyes.”
And I thought there was no way I could, but his big, hard body was so warm, and the beat of his heart so strong and steady, and his fingers sliding though my hair…
It was all too much. I couldn’t have kept my eyes open if my life had depended on it.
And, of course, more than anything else, I didn’t want him to go.
“You’re safe with me,” he said softly. “I promise.”
“Sam, I—”
“Go to sleep. I’m here now. I’ll take care of you.”
And even though I thought he was making promises based on the amazing sex we’d just had, it was still nice to hear.