Heaven and Hell (Heaven and Hell #1)(149)

“Sam, honey, too much,” I protested but my h*ps made my words a lie, rolling, pressing, seeking. I wanted it, wanted him, wanted more.

Sam’s teeth nipped the skin behind my ear and he growled, “No talking.”

“Sam –”

His hand between my legs slid away, his arm clamped around my waist, his other hand curled tight at my breast, I felt him move, adjust then drive up inside me, straight to the root, filling me.

My head again flew back, colliding with his shoulder.

“No… f*cking… talking,” he commanded, deep and low in my ear.

Then his arms left me, one hand went to the middle of my back, pushing me down so I was chest to mattress. Both his hands went to my hips, fingers digging deep, he pulled me sharply back to meet his thrusts, pushing me forward, pulling back, slamming into me, slamming me into him.

Oh God. It was awesome. It was hot. And it was going to happen again.

Before it could, he pulled out. I moaned my discontent but he didn’t make me wait. He jerked me up, shifted me to facing him and turned us, moving up the bed. My back hit headboard, his hands wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms slid around his shoulders and his mouth slammed down on mine as his c**k plunged into me.

Again and again and then he drove deep, grinding hard and groaned in my mouth as my limbs got tight, my third orgasm swept through me and I moaned into his.

I recovered slowly listening to Sam doing the same, feeling his breaths steadying against my lips, keeping him held close to me, held tight.

Then, even though I didn’t say a word, he ordered, “Do not speak.”

My heart started beating faster again.

He didn’t glide; he didn’t take me gently after he took me hard. He stayed buried and his lips didn’t leave mine as I stared into his shadowy eyes which were staring back at me.

“Burned in my brain,” he growled and I swallowed, keeping him held tight to me. “You in those sandals, that dress, sittin’ across from me, tryin’ to pretend I wasn’t there.”

At his words, emotion soared through me, a lot, too much. It felt my skin couldn’t contain it and my limbs spasmed around him.

Sam wasn’t done.

“Seein’ you sittin’ alone that night after dinner, so beautiful, so f**kin’ beautiful, speakin’ to you only for you to turn and face me and see you had tears in your eyes. Those tears, Christ,” he bit off the last word on a snarl. “Never in my life… never felt that. I didn’t f**kin’ know you and seein’ those tears in your eyes f**king undid me.”

Oh my God!

“Sam –” I whispered and his h*ps ground into mine.

“Do not speak, Kia.”

I closed my mouth.

“Burned in my brain,” he muttered.

God. What was happening?

“You opening the door to me wearin’ that white dress. You in my arms tellin’ me about your girl with her cardboard cutout. You lyin’ beside me tellin’ me about your Mom makin’ birthdays special. You on the boat, the wind in your hair. You at the table, your head in your hand, your eyes on me. You driving down on my c**k after I set you on fire.”

He remembered everything. Everything about me. Every moment. Every word.

God, God what was happening?

His arms around me got so tight it was difficult to breathe even as he threatened to tear apart my heart saying, “Should have let you have your breakfast pretending to ignore me.”

This wasn’t good. This wasn’t right. Something was wrong. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Sam kept speaking. “I didn’t and now you’re mine, Kia. Mine,” he declared on another powerful arm squeeze that forced the breath right out of me.

Then suddenly his voice gentled but there was an edge to it that made my heart clutch. A hopelessness. A melancholy.

“Burn us into your brain, baby. Every second, every breath, burn us into your brain.”

I tried again, “Honey –”

That was all I got out before one of his hands drove into my hair, fisted and he rumbled, “No, Kia. Say nothing except to promise me.”

“We need to –”

His entire, massive body pressed mine into the headboard and he growled fiercely, “Promise me.”

I stared into his face in the dark, my heart beating, my lungs burning, my stomach hurting and I was lost. Clueless. I didn’t know what to do. What just happened, all he said, he was in the grip of something fierce and ugly and I didn’t know how to beat it back or let him know I was at his side to help him fight it.

So I took the only option available to me.

One of my hands slid up his neck to cup the back of his head and my lips brushed his before I left them there and whispered, “I promise you, baby.”

His arms got tight again then his mouth moved down my cheek and he pressed his face in my neck and held me. Even when he pulled out, he kept his face in my neck, my body pressed against the headboard and he kept holding me.

I held him back then finally, I turned my head and in his ear I whispered, “I need to go clean up.”

“No.” His head came up. “Tonight, you keep all of me with you. You don’t wash any of me away.”

“Okay,” I said instantly even as his words tore at my heart.

Then he pulled me from the headboard, shifting us so we were in our usual positions, Sam on his back, me tucked close to his side, cheek to his shoulder. But this time, his other hand crossed his chest and his fingers drifted through my hair and back and again and again.