“You should probably go ahead and take it off before you catch a cold.”
She tilted her head to one side and glanced back up, past his square chin and slightly crooked nose and into his blue eyes, al sleepy with lust. “You worried about me?”
“I’m worried you won’t take off that shirt.”
“You do it.” She raised her arms above her head, and when he stepped toward her, the place between her thighs got al tight and needy. His fingers curled into the bottom of her shirt and racked her sensitive skin up her sides. He pul ed the damp shirt over her head and dropped it next to his sweatshirt. There was no turning back. She leaned forward and pressed her open mouth to the hol ow of his throat. He tasted warm and musky, his skin damp from the rain. Her hard nipples raked his hot naked chest, and he moaned. Before she lost al reason, she said close to his ear, “Bored?”
“I wasn’t bored, yesterday. I was turned on.” He slid his other hand up and fil ed his palm with her soft breast. “And I wanted you. I couldn’t think past al the parts I wanted and in what order I wanted them.”
She slid her hands up his sides and chest. “Which parts do you want first?”
His voice a low gravel across her skin. “These parts.” His thumbs brushed her nipples, forcing a soft moan from her lips. “I want these parts in my mouth before I go south to my favorite part.”
She wanted that, too. Wanted it so bad she had to fight the urge to toss him down and take what she wanted. She chuckled, kind of breezy, like she wasn’t burning up and feeling greedy. “My toes?” She had al night.
He shoved one hand down her pajama bottoms and beneath her panties. “This.” He cupped her crotch in his hot hand, and she almost fel to the floor.
“Right here where you’re wet, and not from the rain.” His fingers brushed upward, into her moist flesh, and everything got hotter, more intense. A blur. A rush. “I want deep inside you, where you’re tight. I want to rub your little button with the head of my cock until you scream my name like you used to.”
She didn’t think she’d ever screamed his name, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter as she tore at his clothes, and he pushed her pants and panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and reached for his erection. She wanted him, and she wasn’t going to wait. She didn’t want to take it slow. Beneath the entrance light, he was naked and beautiful, and she took his penis in her hand. Huge and hot. Bigger than she remembered. The pulse of the thick bulging veins pounded in her palm. Beyond Sam, lightning streaked across the sky and flashed within the darkened room. Thunder shook the air and the foundation of the beach house. “I want that, too, Sam.”
Sam looked at Autumn standing before him, her red hair slicked back, her green eyes bright and alive with lust. Pulsing urgency thumped through his veins. His lungs squeezed, and the pit of his bel y got tight. His dick was so hard, he hurt. Her lips parted as she moved her hand up and down the shaft. He locked his knees to keep from fal ing and lowered his head. He wanted to take it slow. She deserved slow, sweet sex, but the instant his lips touched hers, the raw, naked edge of desire cut straight to the primal place in his core that demanded he go for it. No finesse. No thought beyond throwing her down and going completely caveman on her.
She inhaled, sucking his breath from him, and he was gone. Gone to the hot lust whipping through his body and grasping his testicles in a fiery squeeze. Her mouth opened, and she kissed him. A sweet liquid warmth. Like the sweet liquid warmth that waited for him inside her body. Their slick tongues touched, and he slid his palms over her breasts, her bel y, her thighs. Once more, he slipped his hand between her legs. She’d shaved her red pubic hair into a landing strip. A little bare. A little hair. His favorite, and he felt her where she was warm and wet and waiting for him to thrust inside of her. He pushed his erection into her hand, in and out, simulating the ultimate act. Her thumb spread a bead of moisture in the cleft of his head, and he groaned long and loud, in pain as he sank to the floor, taking her with him. He kissed her mouth and her breasts and reached for the wal et in his back pocket. Somehow he ended up on his back with her on top, rol ing the condom down his shaft to the base.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, her voice husky with need.
“The only way you’re going to hurt me, honey, is if you stop now.”
Her chuckle was husky, like her voice, as she rose above him, then slowly lowered, and he slid into her hot, extremely tight body. He thrust up, and her head fel back with a long, drawn-out moan. The light in the entrance bounced off her round white breasts and tight pink nipples, down her bel y to her red strip. Lost in waves of mindless pleasure, he growled, “That feels good, Autumn.” She rose, and he lifted his hips and shoved into her hard. “Yes.” He pushed deeper, the head of his penis pressed against her cervix, stretching and fil ing her up. He grabbed her thighs as she rode him like the queen of the Calgary Stampede. Within a few short thrusts, the first pulse of her orgasm squeezed him hard, milking him, and he set his teeth to keep from coming.
“Oh, God.” A husky moan slipped past her lips, and she planted her hands on his chest. Her hair fel over her face. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’l kil you if you stop.”
No way was he going to stop, and when the last wave of her orgasm racked her body, he reached for her shoulders and turned her until he was on top. His penis deep within her body, he looked down into her green eyes, pul ed out, and plunged even deeper. “Put your legs around my back.” When he felt her tight thighs around his hips, he started slow, pumping his hips in a smooth rhythm. “More?”
“Yes.”
He rested most of his weight on his right forearms, and he held her face in his palm as he gave her more, hitting just the right place deep inside her.
“Harder,” she moaned.
“You sure?”
Her pink lips parted, and she sucked in a breath. “Yes.”
He drove into her faster, harder, deeper. Stroking her wal s, and sweet spot, with the thick head of his penis and hard shaft. Over and over, and he felt the familiar hard tug of her second orgasm. It started deep inside and radiated down his erection, squeezing him tighter than before. So tight he set his teeth against his own release. Against the sharp pleasure of holding back.
Then she cried out again. The sound of his name was drowned out by the boom of thunder, and he final y let the intense pleasure curl his gut and sweep across his flesh. It grabbed him hard and harder as her vaginal wal s convulsed around him. He heard his own deep groan as he felt his own orgasm ripped from his groin. Ripped from his soul, almost as violent as the storm outside. Over and over until he was so spent he could hardly breathe, like he’d just finished a three-minute shift that ended with a fight in the corner. He lowered his forehead to the floor next to her ear. He’d had a lot of sex in his life, but this felt different. Bigger, better, more primal.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, stil panting hard. “I’m wrung from the inside out. If you came like that in Vegas, no wonder I married you.”
Autumn stood in the kitchen and raised a glass of red wine to her lips. Several emotions churned and col ided in her stomach. Shock and shame battled for the top spot, but more than anything, she was embarrassed by her total lack of control. She expected that sort of shameful behavior from Sam. Sam was… Sam. She didn’t rol around on the floor having sex. Not these days.
And not with Sam, for God’s sake!
In the back of the house, the toilet flushed, and the bathroom door opened. She looked down to make sure her terry-cloth robe was securely tied around her waist. After Sam had scooped up his clothes and retreated to the bathroom, she’d picked up her pjs and run upstairs. She’d thrown on a robe and fought hard against the urge to lock the door and hide under the heavy covers until she figured out what to do. Or until Sam left. Whichever came first. Unfort
unately, neither was an option. She was an adult and had to face the music.