As she slipped off to sleep, Sam was left lying awake and contemplating his next move. Hell, he’d always heard it was the woman who got clingy and needy after sex. Here Julie slept in blissful contentment while he wondered if she would even want to be exclusive or not. An open relationship? No way in hell. They belonged together; he knew it in his gut. He just needed to prove it to her.
Chapter Nine
After several hours of sleep, Julie had woken to the feel of Sam’s arms wrapped around her and his big, muscular leg slung over hers. He’d had her completely surrounded, and it’d been the best half-night’s sleep she’d had in years. When he’d told her he was hungry, she’d offered to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It was the middle of the night and it was silly, but she’d had fun carrying on with Sam in the kitchen. She’d ended up with strawberry jelly on her lips and chin, which Sam had seemed only too pleased to lick off.
At some point, she’d lost control over the remote, and he’d spent several minutes channel surfing before she’d managed to distract him with a kiss.
“You have the softest lips,” Sam whispered as he dropped the remote on the coffee table and cupped her chin in the palm of his hand. He pressed his mouth to hers, and Julie surrendered. She whimpered, and Sam murmured something unintelligible against her mouth, then licked her plump lower lip. As his kisses drifted downward, his large hand wrapped around her breast through the T-shirt she’d slipped on earlier. He pinched her nipple, and Julie shuddered.
“Sam,” she breathed out, edgy and restless all of a sudden. It was as if he wanted to devour her, and she was loath to stop him.
“I want to hear you scream out your pleasure again. It’s so fucking beautiful when you come for me, sweetheart.”
His tongue delved into her mouth and played with hers, teasing and tempting, driving her mad. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, pushing against him in a desperate bid for more. For all of him. One taste, one touch, and she was on fire. Julie pulled back, breathless, her chest heaving. “I-I can’t get enough of you. Why is it never enough?”
“Because we were made for each other,” he explained in a rough voice. “It’s that simple.” As he tugged her toward him once more, Julie felt him nip at her bottom lip with his teeth. “Stay with me next weekend,” he growled. “At my place.”
At his quiet demand, Julie’s heart did a little somersault. She ached to say yes, but it felt too fast, and fear welled up. She pushed at his chest, and he got the hint and moved back with a frown. “I can’t,” she said.
“Why the hell not?”
“Just because, and don’t curse.”
“I’m sorry.” He shoved a hand through his hair and let out a long breath. “Just because is not a good enough reason, though.”
She straightened her spine and did her best to ignore how tempting he looked sitting on her couch in nothing but his black boxers. Holy heck, the man had an amazing body. All muscular and tanned. And big, she thought as she looked at his cock tenting the fabric of his underwear. She licked her lips and firmed up her resolve not to cave to the glorious man. “Yes, well, it’ll have to do.”
Sam quirked a brow at her. “I’m not dropping this until you give me a decent reason.”
She got up off the couch and started to walk past him, but he was quicker. His hands snaked out and grabbed her right off her feet. Julie yelped as he flipped her upside down over his knees. She was now facing the floor.
“Sam Jennings, you let me up this instant!”
He snorted. “With your sweet ass all but in my face? I don’t think so.”
Her face burned with outrage as she stared at her beige carpet. “Damn it, Sam.”
He tsked. “Now who’s doing the cursing?” She felt his hand stroke her butt through the pink sweats he’d dressed her in earlier. “You know, a little tug on the waistband and I could have your flesh in my hands, considering you aren’t wearing any panties.”
She shivered at the notion, but her inner vixen aside, Julie wasn’t about to give in to his dominance. “Let me up!”
“Nope,” he murmured, “I sort of like you this way.”
Julie began to wiggle around in an attempt to get away, but he easily held her down with a palm against her lower back. “You have such a pretty little ass, sweetheart.”
His pleasure-filled words had Julie going perfectly still. “I do?”
Julie felt his fingers gripping onto the elastic waist of her sweats and tug. Cool air coasted over her bare skin. “These heart-shaped globes make me want to reach out and squeeze. I love your ass.”
When he massaged one buttock and slid a finger between her ass cheeks, her pussy swelled and dampened. “Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”
“Playing,” he answered in a voice barely above a whisper. She wouldn’t have even heard him had she not been so tuned in to him in that moment.
“I’ve n-never played like this before,” she felt compelled to admit.
“Hmm,” he said, “that must be why you didn’t know that bad girls get spankings, then.”
Julie’s clit throbbed at his erotic words. “Have I been bad, Sam?”