“That’s nice of you, but I can do it.”
“It’s no trouble at all.”
Sam pulled his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it toward the sofa, then turned to me. I couldn’t read his expression, but it was intense. He fixated on my mouth for a long moment, his Adam’s apple convulsing in his throat when he finally met my gaze.
“Chet…”
“Y-yes?”
He didn’t reply. He just…stared. In the space of those few extra seconds, the look in his eyes became crystal clear.
Sam lifted his hand and traced a path from my ear to my chin, grazing my jaw with a featherlight touch. He rested his thumb on my bottom lip as he licked his, communicating intense desire without uttering a single word. Desire for…me.
The scientist in me wanted to ask a few dozen questions, beginning with “Me?” but I could barely remember my name at that moment.
“I know you should go,” he said in a gravelly tone as he caressed my lips softly. “The storm is getting worse and I want you to be safe, but God, I want—”
“What?” I prodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “What do you want?”
“You. I want you. I sat next to you for a fucking five-hour drive with a half-hard dick, wondering how on earth I got there. I know this is the furthest thing from your mind, and I know you have somewhere to go and people waiting for you. I shouldn’t be shooting my mouth off like this, but I can’t keep this inside. I don’t want you to think that I took you up on your offer because of my shoulder or my car. I’m on the mend, and my ride wasn’t an issue. I just wanted to be with you. I just want—”
I crashed my mouth over his, curling my fingers around his neck to draw him close as I pushed my tongue between his lips.
Heat and need buzzed in the air, feeding a sexual current that was bigger than both of us. We sucked and licked in a frenzy, pressing close in an attempt to get closer. Not an easy feat with so many layers between us. I raked my nails down his spine, rubbing up against him and tilting my hips in a manic quest for friction. I broke with a gasp of pleasure when he rested his right hand on my lower back and slid his denim-clad cock over mine…again and again.
“Ungh…that’s so good,” I choked.
“I can make it better. So much better.” He bit my earlobe and licked the shell before purring, “I should tell you to go. I know I should, but—”
“I don’t want to go.”
Sam dragged his lips along my neck. “Stay. Let me make you feel good.”
I nodded, blinking in surprise when he linked his fingers with mine and kissed my knuckles. Sam led me into the master suite, pausing to fold the duvet to the end of the mattress.
He tugged at my shirt with a frustrated laugh. “I’m gonna need your help with this or I’m liable to rip this fucker off.”
“I’ve got it. Don’t worry.”
I undid the long row of buttons, smiling when he popped the snaps on his own flannel shirt. Then I unbuckled my belt and toed off my shoes, making quick work of my khakis and boxer briefs.
Sam sucked in a shaky breath, his right hand frozen on his zipper. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” I whispered reverently.
It was true. Sam’s torso was a muscular wonderland…toned, taut, and tattooed. I traced a web to a set of Roman numerals, dipping my thumbs into the deep V-lines at his hips.
“Keep going.”
I did. I unzipped him and tugged the fabric over his ass, sinking to my knees just as I had in his garage ten days ago. I didn’t give either of us a chance to think twice. I simply got straight to work. I palmed his shaft, glancing up at him as I stroked him a few times. He threaded his fingers in my hair, murmuring something that sounded vaguely like “Good boy.” I grinned at the praise and sucked his entire length to the root, nearly gagging when he shivered and held me close.
Sam let go immediately and apologized. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want anything careful or gentle now. I was too far gone. Precum dripped from my cock, and my balls ached with need. Outside, the wind howled and snow fell in a deep blanket. Inside…we were burning up. I was burning up.
I was a sensible man who’d gone off the rails. I wasn’t supposed to be here, but I couldn’t leave now. He was every fantasy I’d ever had come to life. I had to have him. All of him.
I gripped myself firmly, pulling off his shaft to twirl my tongue around his crown before swallowing him again. Somewhere above me, Sam growled my name in a sexy, throaty tone, sending a thrill of heat and pleasure through my veins. I backed off slightly to suck on my fingers, making sure I had his attention when I hooked my arm behind me to finger my hole while I bobbed on his pole.