Deadly Lies (Deadly #3)(67)

Sam climbed the stairs. She heard his footsteps behind her. He’s coming.

At the top of the stairs, she pushed down her shorts and ditched the panties that would only get in the way. Look back. Sam glanced over her shoulder. Max was halfway up the steps. His shirt was gone. That chest—oh, how she loved those sexy muscles.

His stare was like a hot touch on her skin. And he would be touching her soon. Touching every inch of her. Just as she’d touch him.

She went into her bedroom. Dark, so dark. She liked the dark. Always had. Things were softer in the dark. It was easier to hide in the dark.

Sam went to the bed and slid beneath the covers.

His footsteps were muffled by the carpet upstairs, but she could all but feel him. Sam knew the instant he walked into her room.

Closer, closer…

Her eyes had adjusted to the dark, and she could see his silhouette looming near the edge of the bed. Her hand lifted and touched the flat planes of his stomach. Hot flesh. Her fingers slipped down. His pants were gone. His cock was up. Straining, thick, and more than ready. Her hand curled around him. She pumped that hard flesh. Once. Twice.

Max caught her hand and locked his fingers around her wrist. He climbed into the bed and surrounded her with his strength and his scent. His mouth took her breast, closing over the nipple as he sucked.

Her back arched off the bed. Sam bit her lower lip. Yes.

“Don’t hold back.” His breath blew over her tight nipple. “I want to hear you.” His hand eased its grip on her wrist. He stretched over her, reaching for the nightstand. The lamp light flickered on, too bright, and she blinked. “And I want to see you,” he said. “Every bit of you.”

No hiding in the dark. No pretending to be someone else. No pretending at all.

He’d risen over her. His gaze weighed her, and Sam realized he knew. Her secrets. Her fears. He could see everything. Maybe he’d always seen.

“Not just sex between strangers.” His whisper had her tensing. His palm slid down her stomach and curled around her hip. “I want more.”

She’d give more. This time, to him. Her legs parted and eased open for him. He could thrust inside, could take her and—

“No.”

An ache lodged in her heart, like she’d been punched, right there. “Max?”

Another swipe of his tongue over her nipple. The light score of his teeth against her flesh. “I’m going to watch you. I’m going to see everything.”

He already did. But his hands were on her—lifting her, turning her, and the covers rustled beneath her body.

Max stretched out on the bed. His eyes glittered, and he waited. His cock glistened, and he waited.

Sam rose above him. She put her knees on either side of his hips, and her sex brushed over his cock, a long, slow, slick glide because she was ready, too. Had been, since that first kiss downstairs.

The light seemed too harsh as it shone on them, but she knew it was just a small glow that barely drifted past the bed. Too bright. There was no hiding now, not from him or from herself.

His fingers were warm and strong on her hips, and when she arched up, the broad head of his shaft pushed just inside her sex.

Flesh to flesh. So tempting…

Swallowing, she eased back up. Fumbled. “I-I don’t…” She didn’t have protection near the bed. She did have a box of condoms in the bathroom, shoved in the back of her linen closet.

“Nightstand.” His breath blew over her skin. “I put one down before I got into bed.”

Her gaze shot to the left, and she found the foil packet. Her hands trembled when she grabbed it, and Sam knew he saw. She ripped open the packet, pulled out the condom, and eased it down his shaft as quickly as she could.

His body stiffened beneath hers. His muscles were so taut and hard.

Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and she guided his shaft into her, positioning him just right—then she pushed down in one fast glide, taking him deep.

“Samantha!”

He filled her completely, stretching her, and for a moment, she hesitated. Not sexy and sure now. Instead, she was lost, floundering—

And he could see. Her eyes squeezed shut.

His fingers eased down, caressing her abdomen, then pushing between her legs. His thumb pressed against her clit and a shiver worked over her. “Easy.” His whisper.

But she didn’t want easy. Fast, hard, wild.

“Easy,” he said again, and her eyes opened so she could meet his stare. Not just sex. “Kiss me, Samantha.”

She bent toward him. The movement pushed her clit against his stroking fingers, just the right touch. His cock shifted and slid along her sensitive flesh. Her mouth touched his. Lips. Tongue. Her sex squeezed him, and there wasn’t any more pain. Only pleasure. Her mouth broke away on a moan.

“Better.” His growl. “Slow, just… slow.”

Her hands flattened on his chest. Her knees dug into the bed, and she pushed up, the head of his cock still inside her. Then she pushed down, so slowly this time, taking his cock one inch at a time.

Oh, damn.

“Again.” His order, hard, gritted.

She rose again. Slid down.

“Again.”

A little faster now. His fingers worked her clit. Tugged, pressed. His thick length slid easily now, driving into the cream between her legs.

She drove down—just as he thrust his hips up to meet her. “Max!”