His tongue slid through my folds, and I moaned as pleasure radiated through me.
“More. More.”
There had been times when I’d tried to tell myself that I wasn’t remembering my time with Sam accurately. He couldn’t have been as sweet as I thought. He definitely couldn’t have been as good at sex.
But as his tongue and mouth did amazing things to me, I was forced to admit that yes, Sam excelled at sex.
“Come, Kate. I want to drink you up.”
His finger slid inside me as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. Fireworks blasted. My orgasm slammed into me, careened through me. I hadn’t come so hard since... well, since the last time Sam made love to me.
But this wasn’t lovemaking. This was giving in to the lust. Nothing more. There would never be more between me and Sam.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Sam
It was like my dream come true. We weren't on a table in the club, but Kate's desk was close enough to the fantasy I'd carried for so many years.
I didn’t know why she was letting me touch her. I knew I hadn’t earned her forgiveness or trust. As I kissed and caressed her, I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, but she didn’t want to hear it. We were intimate, and yet, I didn’t feel connected to her.
I shook the doubt and concerns out of my head and focused on the here and now. My words hadn't worked to convey my feelings for her, but maybe my touch could. Maybe with my body, I could show her how much I still loved her, how I'd never stopped loving her.
When her orgasm hit, I lapped up her juices, wanting her to feel all the pleasure I could give her. Then I rose up and pushed my pants and boxer briefs down.
I took a moment to look at her in case she didn’t want me to continue. Like before, she grabbed at me, pulling me until my cock hit her pussy. Lust coursed through my body, and I thrust in, sinking as deep into her as I possibly could. I stilled, buried inside her, as emotion filled my chest. Home.
Her legs wrapped around my hips and she rocked against me. “Don’t stop.”
I wanted to take my time, but she didn’t want that, and my dick didn’t either. It throbbed with need. I gave in to our desire, gripping her hips and driving in and out of her, hard and fast. With each thrust, our bodies slapped together. My grunts and her moans echoed through the room. I’d wanted to make love to her, and instead, we were rutting like two feral beasts.
“Yes... oh, God.” Her body arched, and her pussy clamped around my dick like it would never let go. If only that were true.
“Fuck!” I yelled out as my own orgasm rocked my body. I continued to drive into her until I wrung every last bit of pleasure from the both of us. Then I collapsed over her.
My heart continued to thunder in my chest, but it wasn’t from the exertion. It was hope that having sex was a sign that Kate was giving me a second chance.
In retrospect, I wished I could have shown more tenderness, but she wanted fast and furious, so that was what I gave her.
But now that it was done, I could show her everything I was feeling. I leaned down, kissing her neck, my hands continuing to caress her as my dick, while deflated, remained inside her. I was still a part of her.
But something wasn't right. I kissed the other side of her neck, noting that she was still, unmoving underneath me. Her legs had gone limp, no longer wrapped around my hips. Her hands weren't touching me.
I lifted my head to look at her. Her forearm was slung over her eyes. Something was wrong.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
She removed her arm and glared up at me with the expression that told me I was an idiot.
My heart sank. "I mean just now. Did I hurt you just now?"
She pressed her hand against my chest, pushing me back. She was slipping away from me again. Or more likely, I never really had her. The sex hadn't meant anything.
I reached out my hand to help her up, but she ignored me, sitting up on her own and sliding off the desk. She found her panties and then walked around her desk, lifting a bag onto the desk and pulling out street clothes—a pair of jeans and a knit shirt.
Feeling vulnerable standing before her with my pirate pants by my ankles and my shrunken dick hanging out for her to see, I pulled up my boxer briefs and pants. "What's going on here?"
She didn't say anything until she was fully dressed. She looked at me, and her eyes were dull. "That should've never happened."