Heaven and Hell (Heaven and Hell #1)(102)

This was a mistake. My body was used to being asleep at that time and after Mom’s meal, during which I’d consumed a beer, and compounding it with another one, I passed out on the couch. And I did this at the opposite end of the couch from Sam. Sam not touching me, Sam not cuddling me and I didn’t like not having either. It was the first time Sam and I watched television together but he was tactile. If I’d been asked to guess, I would have guessed he’d snuggle, even during baseball games. And I suspected his mood was what held him distant.

The next thing I knew, I was being laid on my bed in the dark.

“Sam, honey,” I muttered sleepily.

“You awake?” Sam asked.

“Kind of,” I answered.

“Good,” he murmured then he kissed me.

His kiss was a shock, not an unpleasant one, but one nonetheless. This was because it was not gentle; it was not leading up to anything. It was already there, wet, hard and demanding.

Instinctively, I gave.

His mouth took more and I gave more and then his hands got in on the action and they took too, first my clothes then everything else. In no time I was heated, dazed by the sensual onslaught, pulling at his clothes to get to his skin. Sam helped, yanking them off and when we were both naked, I went at him. We rolled, we kissed. We rolled, fingers swept, tongues tasted, teeth bit, limbs tangled. We rolled and more of the same and Sam, his hands, fingers, lips, tongue, teeth not to mention him giving me access to his body so I could use all the same, took me beyond the need he always made me feel.

It was desperation.

And my voice dripped with it when I was on my back, his finger rolling at my clit, his tongue rolling my nipple, my hand cupping the back of his head and I breathed, “I need you inside, honey.”

Sam didn’t delay, shifting so he could hook the backs of my knees around his arms, holding me wide, he positioned and drove in, looming over me, powering in fast, hard, deep, oh God… God. It… felt… great.

I pushed up to an elbow and reached out with my other hand so my fingertips could graze the silk of his skin at his chest and then down.

“You feel beautiful,” I whispered and I meant all of him, all of him driving deep and all of him I could feel with my fingertips.

“You like my cock,” he growled, planting himself to the root and grinding.

Oh yeah. Yeah.

“I love it,” I gasped.

“You like what I do for you,” he grunted, thrusting hard and fast again.

Okay, that was better. By a lot.

“Love it, honey.”

“Beautiful,” he rumbled.

“Beautiful,” I breathed, pulled in breath through my teeth, arched my neck and prepared for it to wash through me.

Sam pulled out.

My head righted with a jerk.

“Sam –” I started but he was gone then I was moving, he was seated, back to the headboard, he pulled me to straddling him then with an arm wrapped around my waist, he impaled me on his cock.

Oh yes. That was nice. That was freaking amazing.

“Baby,” I whispered, my head tipping forward, my lips touching his.

“My Kia deserves beauty.”

My body stilled, even my breathing.

Oh God.

Sam wasn’t done.

“She deserves hope.”

Oh God!

“Take it, baby,” he whispered against my mouth.

My hands moved to either side of his head and I looked through the dark into his eyes as I moved up and down, slowly then faster, harder, his thumb moved to my cl*t and started rolling and I sucked in breath.

“That’s it, Kia, honey, f**k me. Take what you deserve.”

“Sam,” I moaned, his thumb put on more pressure, my neck and back arched, it tore through me leaving a wake of sheer ecstasy and I cried out.

Before I was done, Sam flipped me to my back and pounded deep, his breathing labored, one arm tight around my middle back, the other hand cupping my face.

“Even in the dark, all I can see is how beautiful you are,” he growled.

His words tore through me too and their wake was no less beautiful.

I lifted my head and kissed him. He took over the kiss, his tongue driving into my mouth. One of my legs was wrapped around his waist, holding tight, the other one around the back of his thigh, doing the same. My hands were running along the skin of his back when his mouth disengaged from mine, his head snapped back, he thrust in deep and groaned deeper, the sound rumbling through me spectacularly, its origin not from his throat but between my legs.

And I lay under Sam, listening to his breaths even out thinking of his words, his actions and how they coated my skin, seeping in, reminding me that with Sam, I was invincible.

I held him close as his head tipped forward, his face disappearing into my neck and I felt his mouth move there as his h*ps moved, stroking tenderly.

God, God, but I loved it when he did that.

My hand drifted up the sleek muscle of his back, his neck and I cupped the back of his head.

Then I turned mine and whispered in his ear, “You make me feel invincible.”

I felt his body still for a moment then he muttered against my skin, “Good.”

I held on, loving the feel of him, his weight, his warmth, all that he’d just given me, allowing myself a moment to glory in that before I did what I knew I had to do and went on, “But I think we have to talk.”