A sexy smile transformed her face from beautiful to breathtakingly indescribably gorgeous. “I’ll race you.”
They were both competitive and they both bounded off the bed to rip off their clothes, their eyes glued to each other as they got their first look at one another’s naked bodies.
Sam’s pulse accelerated as he took in every inch of her smooth, soft skin. Even though she’d lost some definition in her muscles over the last year due to her injuries and being unable to work out as she used to, she still had a sexy six-pack, long, lean legs, and impressive biceps.
He stalked toward her and scooped her up in one smooth movement, laying her down on the bed and covering her body with his. Naomi immediately tried to line their bodies up, lifting her hips in an attempt to take him inside her, but before they did that he wanted to feast on her delectable body.
Pressing a hard kiss to her lips, he trailed a line of feather-light kisses down her neck and across her chest, moving toward her left breast. When he reached it, he whispered his lips across her nipple, then blew a soft breath on it, moaning in delightful anticipation as he watched it pebble at his ministrations.
Hungrily taking her nipple into his mouth he suckled on it, flicking at it with his tongue, enjoying the way Naomi squirmed beneath him. Although he could gladly spend hours playing with her breasts, there were other parts of her anatomy he was equally as interested in exploring, so he trailed another line of kisses down her stomach.
When he settled himself between her thighs, he glanced up to find Naomi watching him with a combination of arousal and apprehension.
There was his girl, always worrying about something.
His girl.
He liked the sound of that.
At the first touch of his tongue, Naomi sucked in a breath, her legs attempting to close, but he pressed his hand lightly on her stomach. “It's okay, Naomi, let go, just for a little while.”
Although she didn’t say anything, she relaxed under his hands, and he claimed her with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and nipped at her, memorizing every moan that fell from her lips so he knew what she liked for next time. He slipped a finger inside her, stroking deep, then added another, using his hand and his mouth to drive her wild.
“Sam, it's too much,” Naomi said, half begging, half pleading, writhing beneath him.
He didn’t stop, he liked knowing he had the ability to bring the always composed Naomi to her knees, make her lose control, and fall apart. Sucking hard as he thrust his fingers faster and faster inside her, she flew apart. Her internal muscles clamped around his hand, and she came all over his face as he refused to stop working on her until he’d managed to give her every last drop of pleasure he could.
His body was screaming at him for release when he finally thrust inside her. Recognizing the precious gift Naomi had given him by trusting him with her body, he flipped them over so that she was on top this time. The one in control.
Naomi moved slowly on top of him, lifting herself until just his tip remained inside her, then sinking down with near excruciating slowness until he was buried deep in her tight, wet heat.
Sam lifted his hands to claim her breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers while he kneaded the soft flesh. Naomi threw her head back as she continued to move, up and down, in and out, the friction had him nearly bursting, but he clung to control, he wasn’t coming until Naomi joined him.
Removing one hand from her breasts, he reached between them, found her hard little bud, circled it with his thumb, and felt her fly apart for the second him. The moment her internal muscles clamped around him he joined her in flying through the universe. Pleasure rocked through him with a fervor that had Naomi’s name being ripped from his lips.
When they both returned to her earth, Naomi sunk down until she was lying against his chest, his length still inside her. He cupped one hand on her backside, his other stroked the length of her spine as he touched his lips to the top of her head.
He’d just had a taste of heaven and he wasn’t ever letting it go.
January 30th
1:12 A.M.
She was wide awake.
Beside her Sam appeared to be fast asleep. Lucky him.
Naomi wished she could sleep, but right about now that felt impossible. She was already having second thoughts about what she and Sam had done.
Not that it hadn’t been good. Because it had.Toogood.
She couldn’t be with Sam, and once he knew everything about her—and she was starting to feel like it was inevitable that she would wind up telling him even though she had never told a single other person—he wouldn’t want her anyway. She felt like she was leading him on, letting him think they had a future when they didn’t. She should have said no when he asked if she wanted sex. Only she had been lying on the bed for hours feeling so alone, so guilty, so scared, and then Sam had turned up, being all nice and kind and gentle, and she’d broken down and said yes. She had wanted him for so long, and she had needed to feel something other than pain, even for just a short while, but it had been a mistake.
A mistake that now she didn’t know how to undo.
When he woke up Sam was going to expect that they were a couple now. How was she going to tell him that they weren’t? She didn’t want to hurt him, he was such a good guy, and if things were different, ifshewas different, then she would be with him without hesitation. Despite what Sam said, shewasresponsible for his nephew’s death. How could she be with him knowing his family had been destroyed because of her?
She had to go.