Chapter Fifteen
Ian
“This fucking sweater.”
I kissed Sam’s lips one last time before I hustled around to my driver’s side door. As soon as my ass hit the seat, I tore the sweater off and flung it into the backseat. I sighed with relief as I scratched my tormented skin. I wore a t-shirt under the sweater—it was a crop top, after all—but everything that the yarn touched itched like fire.
Sam looked back at the sweater, now a sad pile in the back my car, and laughed. God, it felt so fucking good to hear her laugh. My dick hardened almost to the point of pain, and I was so grateful that this woman had such a forgiving heart because it probably wouldn’t be the first time I screwed up.
“Cheap yarn makes uncomfortable sweaters,” she said as she buckled her seatbelt. “Come back to knitting class and I’ll help you the next time you want to make one.”
I looked over at her as hit the ignition button and eased the car out of my parking space. “Honestly, after the last week, I might be ready to retire from knitting. My fingers fucking hurt, and the teacher’s thinking about leaving, anyway. That was my only reason for going.”
Sam’s face lit up. “Oh, you don’t know—I made a shitload of money tonight. Way more than I expected—I can pretty much do what I want now.”
Seeing her excitement and confidence was everything to me. “And what do you want to do?”
“Right now?” She pretended to think it over. “Honestly, I think I’d like it if my boyfriend fucked my brains out because a week without him is way too long. And then I could use some sleep, because it’s been a long, exhausting week.” She yawned, then smiled at me. “And after that, then I’ll think long-term.”
My mind got stuck on I think I’d like it if my boyfriend fucked my brains out, and my dick thickened to the point of pain as my foot pressed down on the gas pedal. “Yes, ma’am.”
Sam’s place wasn’t far from the gallery, and less than fifteen minutes later, we were back in her house, tumbling through the door in a flurry of giggles and hot kisses. She stopped just long enough to kick off her high heels before she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up the creaking staircase.
This is home.The thought barreled into me out of nowhere, and I realized that it was true—this big, noisy old house was more alive, more of a home, than my sterile condo would ever be. And I felt so goddamn lucky to be in it, tangled up with the person I loved the most.
“Naked,” Sam panted as soon as she dragged me into her moonlit bedroom. “Now.”
“You too,” I said, words muffled as I pulled my plain white t-shirt over my head. My cock pulsed as she shimmied out of her flowing dress. I’d been so nervous earlier that I forgot to tell her how beautiful she looked. I wouldn’t miss the opportunity again.
She let the dress crumple to the floor, and her lingerie followed—black and lacy, so unlike the simple cotton she wore the first night we spent together. But it didn’t matter—it was all sexy to me because it was her.
I wrapped my fist around my erect cock, pumping firmly as she shimmied out of her sheer black panties. Our lust seemed to hang thick in the air, and even though it had been less than a week since the last time I’d been inside her, I hardly knew where to start.
Sam stepped toward me, unbound breasts swaying as she slowly, gracefully sank to her knees in front of me. Her deft fingers circled my cock, thumb brushing my streaming tip, and I threw back my head and groaned as I sank my length into her hot, waiting mouth. My fingers tangled in her hair as her tongue caressed me, as I pulled back and thrust again. In and out, I fucked her mouth, while she hummed around my length and slipped her fingers between her own legs to strum her clit.
“Spread your legs a little wider, baby,” I panted. “I want to see you play.”
She glanced up at me through her heavy veil of lashes, green eyes sparking as she shifted her knees apart, until I could watch her stroke her hard little clit while she worked me with her mouth. When she reached down further, plunging two fingers inside herself, I felt the first tingles of release and pulled away.
“Not yet,” I said. My breaths were ragged as I willed myself back from the edge. “I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”
I reached down and pulled her to her feet before I grabbed her hand and sucked her fingers clean. She tasted fucking delicious—just like always. Just like I’d fantasized about during the last week. I would always crave her, I suspected—her taste and her scent, the way she came apart in my arms and the way she looked after we feasted on each other, sleepy and sated.
I ran my nose along the curve of her neck as I herded her toward the bed. She fell back against the mattress with a giggle that died almost as soon as it started, as I climbed on top of her and smothered her with a long, famished kiss. My tongue stroked against hers as my hands wandered up the curve of her waist, until I could cup a full breast and playfully pinch a rosy nipple. She arched against my touch, softly murmuring her pleasure as I ducked down to capture a nipple between my lips.
“I missed you, Ian,” she breathed before she pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head. Her fingers, so gentle that they practically made me want to weep, feathered over my shoulders, each stroke raising shivers in its wake. “I missed you so much.”
I released her nipple and pressed my cheek to the space between her breasts, listening to the thump of her beautiful heart. When I raised my head to meet her eyes, she smiled down at me, luminous in the moonlight that streamed through the window. There were so many things I wanted to say, but almost all of them could wait. Except one thing, the words flowing out of me as easily as breath, and for a wild second, I marveled that I had never said them to any other woman. Had ever thought anyone else could come close to this beautiful thing that I shared with Sam.
“I love you,” I said. I stretched up and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth—a mouth that had fallen open slightly in shock. “You don’t have to say it back if you aren’t ready, but I wanted to tell you.”
For a second, she was silent, but it was like something fell into place for her, and her lips spread into a radiant smile. She pulled me toward her again, lips meeting mine in a long, heartfelt kiss.
“I love you,” she said as we broke apart. “I knew it the night I showed you my artwork, and I was absolutely positive when you showed up tonight in that awful, ugly red sweater.”
Our mouths met again, ravenous this time, and as my hands ran over her body, I knew that I would never be able to get enough of her, that there simply weren’t enough hours in the day to explore her body like I wanted to.
“I love you,” I murmured again as my cock slid between her thighs. I rocked back and forth, gliding against her clit and enjoying her harsh indrawn breaths.