I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, and her breathing was labored as if she’d just finished a marathon.
“Nobody can know.” Sure, she was talking to me, but she wasn’t telling me anything new. All she’d managed to do was work herself up into a frenzy.
“Calm down.” I hugged her tight. “We don’t have to figure out all of this tonight. Hell, we don’t actually have to figure it out at all. The rest will work itself out. We’ll keep things chill for a while. I’m okay with date nights at casa de Rivers. It has a convenient private bedroom at our disposal.” I glided a hand down her back, but she didn’t laugh.
She continued to freak out. “You don’t understand how much this is going to change your life,” she whispered.
She was absolutely right. My life would never be the same again.
And it was invigorating.
I understood that dating a woman like Levee was going to be difficult, but if she was the great at the end of the day, I was more than up for the challenge.
“I’ll be okay. I promise.”
“You say that now…but—”
“Levee, stop. Take a deep breath and relax. No matter what you say, you’re not talking me out of this. I want to make something work with you, and you’ve made it clear that you want something with me. So let’s do it. End of story.”
“Sam,” she objected, clearly not done talking.
But I was.
“What’s your schedule look like tomorrow? I want you to spend the night.”
“I have to leave in the morning for LA. I have a concert tomorrow night. Then I’m scheduled for a month of”—she lifted her hands in a pair of air quotes—“‘vacation.’”
“Are there going to be doctors on this vacation?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
“Yeah, fantastic,” she deadpanned.
“Oh, hush. It will be fantastic. Now, spend the night and tell me who I need to sleep with to get tickets to your show tomorrow night? I have two days until you’re gone. I’m maximizing my time whether you want it or not.”
“Are you sure?”
I reached up and pinched her lips between two fingers. “Zip it. I’m positive.”
She sighed, and her whole body relaxed.
As anxiety drained from her face, my Designer Shoes appeared before my eyes with an enticing smirk. Pushing my hand away, she pressed a kiss to my mouth. “I might know someone who can get you tickets, but I hear she’s pretty needy in bed.”
“She can’t be any needier than you.” I kissed her again, greedily opening my mouth for a taste I had been longing for.
She was leaving in two days, but for the first time since I’d met Levee, I knew for certain she’d be coming back.
To me.
IF SAM COULD pretend that sheer force of will was enough to overcome our issues and attempt a relationship that was obviously destined to fail, so could I.
Hell, I could probably pretend for the rest of my life if he continued to hold me the way he did.
Kiss me the way he did.
Touch me the way he did.
Save me the way he did.
With a firm squeeze around my waist, he lifted me off the ground. Never breaking the kiss, he carried me, dangling in his arms¸ to the couch.
He sat on the cushion and attempted to pull me on top of him, but I sank to my knees instead.
“No,” he objected as I went to work on the button of his jeans.
“Yes.”
“Levee, no.” He shoved his hands under my arms and lay down, dragging me with him.
“Stop!” I laughed as I fought against him, but somehow, he’d managed to wedge me between the back of the couch and his body.
Pinning both my hands above my head with only one of his own, he rolled on top of me. “I’ll stop when I’m done eating your pussy.” He slid a hand between my legs and used the seam of my jeans to rub glorious circles. “But, when I’m done, I promise I’ll give you my cock anywhere you want. Mouth.” He popped the button on my jeans open with one hand. “Pussy.” Releasing my hands, he tugged my pants over my hips as I kicked my shoes off. Pausing, he arched an eyebrow. “Ass.”
I scowled, which caused him to chuckle as he pulled my panties off as well.
“Okay. Okay. So maybe no ass.”
“Good call,” I said, sitting up to remove my shirt. It was still in my hand when his mouth crushed over mine and his hand dove between my legs. “Sam,” I gasped as two fingers suddenly filled me.
“Sit up,” he ordered, kneeling on the couch while continuing to piston his fingers in and out.
I wasn’t going to argue. I was, however, going to take it further.
While Sam used one skilled hand to unsnap my bra, I flipped the button on his jeans and snuck my hand inside.
“Fuck,” he cursed.
A moan escaped my own throat as I closed my hand around his length.
Sam’s dick was incredible—the perfect combination of long and thick women dreamed about. However, it was the memories of the barbell that graced the head that had caused me to kill more than one set of batteries over the last week. I’d never been with anyone who’d been pierced before, but after having felt the metal glide over what I assumed was the elusive G-spot, I knew it was about to become a requirement for all future boyfriends.
Or maybe, somehow, someway, I’d be lucky and get to keep Sam.
Leaning down, he took my mouth in another hasty kiss. I matched the rhythm of his hand until he suddenly stepped out of my reach. He removed his fingers and peeled his shirt over his head. I would have complained about the loss, but his fingers quickly returned, and within seconds, his mouth followed, sealing over my clit.
“Oh God.” I arched off the couch as Sam attempted to settle between my knees. His tall body wouldn’t fit on the couch, so he hooked my legs over his shoulders and turned us so he could kneel on the ground in front of me.
My fingers tangled in his hair as he trailed a hand up to my breast, deliciously rolling my nipple while his mouth worked me from all angles. It wasn’t enough though. He was devouring me, and I could have easily come within minutes, but I wanted more. We were wrong on so many levels, but the way he made me forget about the free fall while he was inside me made it absolutely right.
At least, for me.
After the night we’d had, I didn’t want to come against his mouth. I wanted his weight on top of me, grounding me while reminding me of what we now had. And, better than that, what we could possibly have in the future.
Giving his hair a rough tug, I said, “I want you inside me.”
His tongue continued to flick against my swollen clit, but his eyes lifted to mine.
“You’re driving me mad, but I need you inside me. I need to know I’m driving you mad too.”
“No,” he murmured. Then his tongue darted out.
“Sam, please,” I cried, pulling on his hair.
His hand left my breast and disappeared out of my view. His shoulder moved against my leg as he stroked his dick while he watched his fingers moving inside me. “Rest assured that you’re driving me in-fucking-sane. But I get one night with you. Then all I’ll have for the next month are those memories. Stop fighting it, and give me one of this sweet cunt coming on my mouth.”
Jesus.
Like I was going to say no to that.
Who was I to deny the man a memory?
I was going to need the memories too.
“Okay. Umm…I guess you should stop talking and get back to work, then.”
A devilish grin grew on his lips.
Then he did just that. Sam licked and teased with a fierce determination. His tongue swirled and his fingertips circled, working me harder and pushing me higher than ever before. I still wanted to feel him inside me, but once I let myself go, I was no longer willing to lose his mouth.