He groaned again. Christ, everything inside him was so tight and raw, it was a wonder he could think straight. But he managed to say, “You know I’d stop if you asked me to.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to. This is different, Sam. You know it.”
“I do.”
His hand slipped under her shirt and caressed her skin at the dip of her waist.
Sky let out a sigh of contentment. “I picked the wrong men in the past. Funny that Reese picked the right one for me.”
“Sometimes friends see something you don’t.”
She left feathery kisses along his jaw, then asked, “And you don’t mind?”
“Notice how hot I am for you.”
She laughed softly. “Sizzling chemistry.”
“How lucky are we?”
Sky was quiet a moment, then said, “I can answer that honestly for myself. But you’ve walked into something complicated.”
“I’d do it again. In a heartbeat.”
Her lips touched his. He easily lost himself in her kiss. His hands moved up her rib cage, to her breasts. He palmed them and caressed them. Then his thumbs slid over her puckered nipples, rubbing them through the lace of her bra.
She moaned and it was all he could do not to strip her bare and taste every inch of her.
Instead, he moved his hands down her sides and cupped her perfectly rounded ass. His leg was wedged between her parted ones and he used a bit of pressure to grind her sex against his thigh.
She gasped. “Sam.”
“Just want you as hot as I am.”
“Already there,” she assured him.
He kept one hand on her butt and slipped the other one between their bodies. He unbuttoned her jeans. Slid the zipper down its track. Then his hand eased behind the waistband of her satin panties and his fingers glided over small, dewy lips.
“Sam,” she said again on a sharp breath. She kissed him and then whispered, “Yes.”
He stroked her slowly, his fingers massaging her labia as he gave her lazy, tongue-less kisses that teased them both.
Her hand curved around his neck and her body moved above his, telling him how restless he made her.
His fingers homed in on her clit, in a circular motion, and she moaned into his mouth. Fire roared through his veins, hot and bright.
“I want to make you come,” he told her.
“Yes,” she repeated. The need in her voice intensified. “Everything you do to me feels so good. So right.”
He kissed her, his tongue delving deep this time. He increased the pressure on the knot of nerves between her legs and she writhed above him. Her fingers twined in his hair and her chest rose and fell quicker as it pressed to his.
Sam eased his finger inside her tight pussy. She tore her mouth from his and let out a small cry of pleasure.
He stroked her while the heel of his hand rubbed her clit. Whimpers fell from her lips, making him burn even more for her.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her mouth on his skin as she kissed and nibbled sent him into sensory overload. His cock pulsed in wicked beats and his pulse hammered in his head.
He worked a second finger into her narrow canal. He pushed deeper. Stroked faster.