Heaven and Hell (Heaven and Hell #1)(148)

Memphis, somewhat surprisingly, did as she was told.

She was immediately rewarded when Sam’s fingers massaged her fur at her neck and his eyes went to the sea.

I was a little troubled he had not greeted me but I let it go and asked softly, “You okay?”

“Hope to Christ this is a day I will not live again,” Sam answered immediately.

That didn’t sound good.

“How’s Luci?” I ventured.

“Lots of crying, hangin’ around while she talked to her folks, more crying and lots of listening to her talk about Gordo.”

“She’s processing it,” I deduced.

“She’s processin’ the shit outta it. She crammed a year of mourning into a day. She’s all over f**kin’ processing it.”

I pressed my lips together trying to read his mood and tone. It wasn’t frustrated but it was. He sounded tired. He sounded impatient and over it. The first and the last surprised me.

“Is she coming to any conclusions?” I asked.

“Sellin’ her house, movin’ back to Italy. It’s all about Gordo here. She’s got friends but her life here is her life with him and that’s gone. She’ll come back and visit but family and home is not here. Family and home is Italy. She’s puttin’ the house on the market tomorrow.”

Whoa.

“Shouldn’t she wait? Think about it awhile? This is a fragile juncture and moving on sudden decisions might not be good,” I suggested and at that, Sam’s head turned to me.

“Sudden?”

“Well, yes. Sudden as in, coming to terms with Gordo dying one day and putting their house on the market the next.”

“Nothing sudden about this shit, Kia. He’s been dead awhile. It’s about f**kin’ time she moved on. She’s movin’ on.”

I stared at him and said nothing. This was because I didn’t have to try to read his mood and tone. He was frustrated, tired, impatient and over it.

I was shocked.

That was not Sam.

“Wiped,” he muttered, got up and moved Memphis to my lap. Then, without touching me, no kiss, not even meeting my eyes, he went on, “Hittin’ it. Got shit to do early so may be gone when you get up. Be back late afternoon, early evening. You don’t feel like cookin’, text me and on my way home, I’ll pick up fried clam platters from Skippy’s. Not as good as crab sandwiches, still can’t be beat.”

Then, without another word, a goodnight kiss or even a gesture, he walked into the house as I watched in stunned silence.

Once he disappeared up the stairs, I twisted back to forward in my seat and looked down at Memphis who was still looking beyond me to the door. She felt my eyes, her eyes came to me and she yapped.

“Yes, baby, that was weird.”

She yapped again and I nodded.

“I didn’t like it either.”

She whined a little then settled in my lap.

I pressed my lips together, my mind harking back from now to the first night Sam and I slept together.

He’d never gone to bed without me.

And I’d never gone to bed without him closely following me.

Then I unpressed my lips when I lifted my Amaretto to take a drink.

I swallowed and whispered, “Shit,” to the sea.

Memphis concurred with a quiet, mini-yap.

Yep. Shit.

* * * * *

I woke up with Sam’s mouth at my neck and his hand sliding into my panties.

“Sam,” I whispered and his mouth came to mine.

“No talking,” he rumbled then he made this so by kissing me, his tongue driving into my mouth hard at the same time his finger slid inside me.

I wasn’t awake, I wasn’t ready and I whimpered with surprise mixed with the usual pleasure.

Sam read it, his finger slid out and hit my clit, pressing, rolling, my whimper this time was again surprised but now there was far more pleasure. My h*ps rose up into his hand as his tongue kept driving into my mouth.

Then his lips released mine and his torso twisted. My panties were torn down my legs and Sam rolled, his arm hooking me, taking me with him.

I didn’t know what was happening, I still wasn’t awake but I was turned on.

Then I was turned on more when Sam laid back, pulling me up, yanking me over him and maneuvering me to straddling his head.

Then his hands at my h*ps tugged me down and he was eating me.

My head fell back and my fingers searched for the headboard to hold on.

He was hungry, ravenous. God, he’d never done it like that before, not only in this position but also him being so damn hungry. His hands clenched at my hips, wrenching me down, grinding me into his mouth and tongue.

Oh God. God!

Before I knew it was coming, it came. My head jerking back again, I cried out as it seared through me.

But Sam kept pulling me down, crushing me to his mouth, taking.

Beautiful.

Sublime.

I moaned, whimpered, panted, held the headboard in a death grip feeling it, all of it, loving it and then orgasm number two soared through me.

Sam pushed me off before I was done and I tried to catch my breath, catch a thought but found myself on my knees with Sam on his knees behind me, his arms around me. His hand went back between my legs, torture, God, such beautiful torture. I was so sensitive my h*ps jerked and his other hand plunged up my nightie, his fingers curling around my breast, his thumb rolling my nipple.