Heaven and Hell (Heaven and Hell #1)(117)
“You wanna meet ‘em?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll arrange that.”
I sighed. Then I whispered, “Okay.”
One of his hands slid up my back, my neck and into my hair where his fingers cupped my head. His other arm held tight.
Okay, well, there it was. We had that out.
It wasn’t everything but it was something.
I still wanted more.
But standing in Sam’s arms, in Sam’s house which underlined the fact he was definitely not a euro-trash Lamborghini man and doing it after he made logical explanations that all were embedded in looking out for me one way or another not to mention he admitted to living and breathing worry about me, I’d take this for now.
Definitely.
* * * * *
I was close. Oh God, I was close.
I was on my hands and knees in front of Sam… no, strike that. I was on one hand and my knees in front of Sam, my other hand was between my legs, my finger adding to the magic Sam’s thrusting c**k was making.
It was going to happen, I knew it.
And, as ever, it was going to be fabulous.
Then, before it did, Sam pulled out. I whimpered in surprise and was about to protest when his fingers wrapped around my forearms, he yanked me up so my back was pinned to his front and my arms were pinned in front of me with his hands at my wrists.
Then his mouth came to me ear and he growled, “Are you my woman?”
I opened my mouth to speak but he kept growling.
“Or are you mostly my woman?”
Oh God.
I should have known he wasn’t going to let that slide.
“Sam,” I whispered and his hands gave my arms a gentle shake when I said no more.
“Answer me, Kia. Who am I f**king right now?”
No one since he pulled out.
I didn’t point that out.
Instead, I turned my head and pressed my temple into his neck. “Baby –”
“Answer me.”
“Are you my man?”
Yes. That’s what came out. Naked, on my knees, held captive by Sam who was the same, that was what I blurted.
He transferred my wrists into one of his hands, his other hand went away, I felt him move, adjust then I felt his c**k drive up and fill me, taking my knees off the bed.
My head shot back. God, I loved being connected to him.
“What does that feel like?” he growled.
It felt unbelievably good.
“Honey,” I whispered.
He ground up as his lips went to the skin under my ear and he whispered back, “You have me, Kia.”
My body went perfectly still.
His fingers tightened on my wrists and he repeated, “You have me.”
I didn’t know what he meant.
But I hoped I did.
He kept whispering, “You just have to take me how I can give it, baby.”
I closed my eyes.
“You with me?” he asked.
No. I was not.
But I was thinking, maybe, I was closer.
“Baby,” he ground deeper and his lips moved up, his teeth nipping my earlobe and I trembled, “are you with me?”
“Yes, honey,” I lied.
He pulled out again then I was on my back, his hands were on my hips, he was sitting back on his heels, he slid me up his thighs, I pressed mine to his sides then held me steady, staring down at me in his king-size bed, his eyes intense, his face intense, as he f**ked hard until I came hard and so did he.
* * * * *
It was later. After I’d cleaned up. After I’d pulled on a nightgown. After Sam had turned out the lights, tucked me into his side and Memphis had joined us to sprawl in the vast expanse left to her in Sam’s big bed.
His breaths were coming even. My eyelids were drooping.
Then his hand drifted up my back, into my hair, it fisted and twisted.
It didn’t hurt but it made my eyelids stop drooping.
“None of that ‘mostly’ shit again, Kia,” he rumbled into the dark, his voice deeper, rougher and not like velvet.
He wasn’t angry, I knew that tone. And he wasn’t annoyed, I knew that one too. He also didn’t sound tired because I knew the sound of that too.
This was something else.
Something new.
I stared at his shadowed chest knowing somewhere in my soul I’d hurt him when I said that.
I’d hurt him.
Oh God.
What was happening?
I didn’t get it but what I did get was that I was thinking Sam had told me earlier that I couldn’t ask. Instead, I had to take it as I got it.
I closed my eyes.
Then I did the only thing I could do in that moment, for him and for me.
I whispered on a squeeze of my arm around his gut, “Okay, baby.”
His hand relaxed, sifted through my hair then drifted down to become an arm wrapped around my waist.
Sam fell asleep about thirty seconds after Memphis.
It took me a lot longer.
Chapter Nineteen
A Mission
My eyes flitted open and I saw the wall of Sam’s chest as well as the wall of Sam’s bedroom. It was grooved wood painted light gray.
His room also had white woodwork, dark wood floors with a big dark gray area rug under the huge bed. His bed had dark gray sheets and a dark red comforter cover. Black furniture, mission style, tall, wide dresser, nightstands, attractive lamps over the nightstands built into the wall that swung around so you could position them where you wanted them.