He swallowed. A heavy pressure clamped around his chest. His breath grew tight. “Later?”
She nodded. “Now, I just want—”
His phone erupted into life in his hip pocket, the sound of The Wiggles singing “Fruit Salad” filling the limo.
Lily’s lips twitched.
Samuel bit back a curse. Raising a finger, he tugged the annoying device from his leather trousers. “It’s Levi.”
Lily waved a hand at his phone, indicating he should answer it. If it weren’t for the fact Levi very rarely called anyone, or that Samuel had bolted from the rehab clinic without a word to anyone, Samuel would have tossed the ringing thing out the limo’s window.
Swiping his thumb over the screen, he lifted the phone to his ear, his gaze holding Lily’s.
“Where the hell are you?” Levi’s calm voice came through the connection.
“In my limo.”
“Really?” Sarcasm cut Levi’s response. “Thanks for saying goodbye.”
Samuel let out a sheepish grunt. “I’m with Lily. Eugene’s sister.”
“The Lily of ‘Lily’s Song’?”
“That’s the one.” Samuel continued to look at her, incapable of directing his attention elsewhere.
“Ah well, in that case…” Levi didn’t bother finishing. Samuel knew why. Every word of “Lily’s Song” was a proclamation of everything Samuel felt for Lily. Levi had not only heard those words, he’d heard Samuel sing them. The bass player had been Samuel’s friend for over two decades. He’d have little doubt exactly what “I’m with Lily” meant.
Samuel felt a smile stretch his lips. When was the last time he’d been so openly happy? He couldn’t rightly remember. “Hey,” he said into the phone, “in case you don’t know already, the pap have staked out the clinic. They’re everywhere. I’ve left Brutal to help you out. He’s all yours for the day.”
Levi chuckled. “Brutal’s already informed me of your rapid departure. He’s got your hat, by the way. So I gather you’re not coming back?”
Samuel drew a slow breath, watching Lily watch him. “Not planning to.”
“Fair enough. I always knew when you finally fell, you’d fall hard.”
Samuel’s heart thumped into his throat at Levi’s calm statement. “What can I say?”
Levi laughed. “That I was right? By the way, Noah called. He and Pepper are touching down tonight. And Jax is flying in with them. Get this, the loopy bastard bought himself a jet.”
Samuel snorted, even as his gaze roamed Lily’s face. Christ, she was—
“I’ll let you know when Eugene’s audition is tomorrow,” Levi said.
“Excellent,” Samuel answered. Lily’s delicate perfume was playing merry hell with his concentration. Or maybe it was the way she was looking at him? Or the way her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took? “I’ll see you all then. Take care, okay?”
“Hey, Strings.” Curiosity laced Levi’s voice. “You sound different.”
Samuel gazed at Lily. “I am different.”
He ended the call, just as—without a word uttered—Lily straddled his lap, pressed the button activating the limo’s privacy glass and captured his lips with hers.
It was pointless fighting how she felt for Samuel any longer. Pointless. She’d deal with the ramifications of her body’s sexual needs later, but for now, she was surrendering to them.
Completely.
She traced the line of his lips, the edges of his teeth with her tongue, rolling her hips forward as she did so. Stroking the heat of her pussy along the ridge of his trapped erection. The thick length told her exactly how affected Samuel was by her. For reasons she didn’t want to analyze, that knowledge only heightened her desire and need for him.
Smoothing her hands up his stomach, she reveled in the way his abs hitched under her palms. Even sitting, his six-pack was defined. There wasn’t an ounce of wasted flesh on his body. When she slid her hands up to his chest, skimming her fingertips over his nipples, he groaned into her mouth and grabbed her hips with ungentle force.
The potency of his arousal made her head swim. She dragged a thumb over one of his nipples, catching his answering moan with her kiss.
His hands squeezed her backside, holding her still as he thrust his hips upwards. She whimpered, the undeniable insistency of his erection against her clit an exquisite pressure. God, what would it be like when they weren’t dressed? When leather and cotton didn’t separate their bodies?
Samuel mauled her ass cheeks, kneading her flesh as he ground his cock back and forth along her sex. She tore her mouth from his and let her head loll backward, desperate for air. He took advantage of her bowed throat, scoring a path of hot, wet kisses from her chin to her collarbone and up to her jaw line. His teeth joined his lips’ exploration, nipping here and there. She gasped on each bite, the wicked pain of his teeth on her flesh sending liquid electricity through her core.
When he slid his hands under the hemline of her shirt and yanked it up over her head, she didn’t protest. Instead, she sat straddled his lap, her knees at his hips, her palms on his chest and stared down into his face.
“Fuck me, Lily.” His raw murmur filled the limo. “You are beautiful.”
He flattened a hand to the middle of her back and took one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling on the taut peak through the lace of her bra.
She arched on his lap. The tight, wet heat pulling at her nipple almost undid her.
The limo turned a corner and Lily tumbled sideways.
Samuel saved her, hauling her closer to his body even as he continued to feast on her breast. She reached above her head, planting one hand on the ceiling and grabbing the handle above the blackened window with the other. The shift in position drove her hips farther forward, and she groaned as Samuel’s rigid length rubbed at her clit again.
She ground against his erection, cursing her panties and his leather pants. She wanted to feel his flesh on hers, in hers. Now.
“S…Samuel,” she panted, “I…here…take…me…”
He didn’t stop suckling on her breast. What he did do was reach behind her with one hand and release her bra clasp.
A wave of wanton lust swept through Lily as the lace fell from her body. Samuel raised his head long enough to shed her bra completely, to toss it aside, and then he was cupping her breasts with firm hands, teasing each nipple with his thumbs as he licked a path over her bare flesh.
Lily trembled. Pleasure consumed her. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d never been adventurous in sex either. Vanilla was how her last disgruntled boyfriend had described her.
A laugh bubbled up through her throat. Making out with a rock star in the back of a limo fleeing paparazzi could hardly be called vanilla. Neither was making out with the same rock star on a charter boat on the bay only the night before. It seemed she just needed the right guy to release her inner deviant.
The right guy…
The thought sheared into Lily’s mind. It should have scared her. It didn’t. Another hot wave of pleasure rolled through her and she tangled a hand in Samuel’s hair, tugging his head back until he looked up at her. She wanted to tell him, right here and now he was what she wanted, what she truly wanted.
The confession died on her lips, lost to the concentrated lust and need burning in Samuel’s blue eyes. “Please don’t tell me to stop, babe.”
She shook her head. “Never.”
His nostrils flared. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down the strong column of his throat and then, with a groan, he buried his face between her breasts and thrust his erection harder to her sex.
Lily rolled into the action, tightening her fist in his hair.
The limo turned another corner, and another. With each direction change, Samuel held her closer, his lips on her breasts, her shoulders, her throat growing more urgent.
Lily had no clue where they were. Didn’t care. There was no need to care. She was with Samuel. That was all that mattered.
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nbsp; Corner after corner, block after block, Samuel worshipped her body. The tension building within her core increased with each suck and pinch of her nipples and breast. The throbbing pressure in her sex every time Samuel drew with hungry force on her nipples left her gasping. She squirmed, her head swimming, and clung to him.
How could…how could…
“Oh God, Sam…” She bucked, her thighs pressing hard around his hips. “Sam…I think I’m going…” The exquisite heat within her very centre pulsed. “I’m going to…”
He kneaded her breast and flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple. Fast. A rapturous rhythm that sent her over the edge.
Her orgasm blasted through her.
She threw back her head, biting her bottom lip, swallowing the cries of her release.
Samuel held her close, grinding his cock to her pussy. “Don’t hold it back, babe,” he rasped. “Fuck, don’t hold it back.”
She bucked, the force of her climax a shuddering quake.
Eyes squeezed shut, she rode Samuel’s trapped erection until the pulses began to fade.
She let out a squeal and flung open her eyes as Samuel moved. Fast and fluid, he twisted on the seat and pressed her back to the plush leather. “I want to hear your pleasure, Lily,” he murmured, gazing down into her face. “And feel it.”
He raked his hand down her thigh and shifted again, rolling enough to the side to grant his fingers access to her still-throbbing sex.
He hooked her panties aside, his gaze roaming her face, and then slowly penetrated her folds with two fingers.
“Oh God,” Lily cried out, one leg bent high against the backrest, the other trapped under Samuel’s hip on the cushioned seat. She clawed at his back, scraping her nails over the supple leather of his vest before dragging at the smooth flesh of his shoulders. “Oh God, that’s…”
He sank deeper into her heat, scissoring his fingers inside her. Stroking at the sweetest spot of her feminine walls. “You’re so tight,” Samuel moaned, feeding the hot tension building in Lily’s sex with each stroke of his fingers. “So tight, so wet, so perfect. So mine.”
He lowered his head, closed his lips around her right nipple and sucked.
Lily’s second orgasm detonated like a charge of pure pleasure. Possessed her. Ruled her.
She cried out, loud, lost to the waves of elemental rapture Samuel wrought on her body. “Oh, Sam…yes, Sam…”
And when she didn’t think he could make her come again, he did.
With his mouth.
And Lily’s cries of release reverberated around the limo. Loud.
Chapter Eight
Samuel gave up trying to play it cool. By the time his driver delivered them to Samuel’s hotel, his cock was so fucking full of blood he wondered how his brain was still functioning.
All he wanted to do was strip Lily of her clothes and bury himself deep in her sweet heat.
When the limo came to a halt, when the thrum of the engine died, Samuel let out a ragged curse. He shoved himself from between her thighs, his groin a world of impatient need.
“We are at the Hilton, Mr. Gibson.” His driver’s voice sounded through the com speakers, apologetic and knowing at once.
Lily scrambled for her discarded clothes. Before she could snare her bra, however, Samuel snatched it from the floor and shoved it into his back pocket. “Don’t even think I’m going to let you put this back on, Lily Pearce.”
She didn’t argue. With a choppy breath, she pulled her shirt over her head and ran her hands—shaking, Samuel noticed—through her hair.
He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her. Instead, he grabbed the door handle and shoved the door wide.
He didn’t care if there were paparazzi waiting. He just needed to get inside his suite so he could lose himself in Lily’s body, in her pleasure again.
Three men with cameras ran at the limo as Samuel climbed out of it. He ignored them. Turning back to Lily, he took her hand and pulled her up to his body. And kissed her.
Not for the paparazzi, but for him.
Because he couldn’t not kiss her.
He wouldn’t be able to not kiss her ever again.
The sound of cameras firing pinged the air around them, and Samuel didn’t care about that either.
Why would he when Lily slid her tongue against his? When she pressed her belly to his aching hard-on?
Tearing his lips from hers with frustrated impatience, he threaded his fingers through hers and strode past the paparazzi.
Whatever they shouted at him, he didn’t hear.
He knew his erection would be obvious. Tight leather trousers didn’t make for arousal concealment. Once again, his care factor was zero.
He was happy for the world to see how much Lily turned him on. Why would he be ashamed of that? Fuck, he wanted to yell it to everyone and anyone.
He didn’t slow his pace as they crossed the foyer, even though the hotel’s security prevented the paparazzi from entering.
He didn’t stop until they’d reached the private lift reserved for the penthouse suite. Jabbing at the button, he nodded at the hotel’s manager hurrying towards them both with apologetic worry on his normally poised face. Then he swung around to kiss Lily once again.
He swept his tongue into her mouth, claimed it, took possession of it and didn’t tear his lips from hers until he heard the soft chime indicating the lift doors had opened.
With another silent nod to the hovering manager, Samuel pulled Lily into the empty lift, hit the penthouse-suite button and, as the doors slid closed, resumed making love to Lily’s mouth.
He pressed her to the wall, pinned her wrists either side of her head with his hands and kissed her.
Ravished her mouth, her lips, her throat, her collarbone. With impatient hands, he pulled at the neckline of her shirt, seeking the silky flesh of her chest, her shoulder. He dragged his hands down her arms and cupped each breast, squeezing with greedy pressure. Her nipples stabbed at the centre of his palms, telling him how affected she was by his less-than-gentle touch.
She whimpered something, sounds that may have been pleading words. He didn’t know. His head was roaring too much with aching lust and need. Crushing her lips with his once more, he imprisoned her to the lift wall with his hips, snaring her hands and holding them beside her head again. He fucked her mouth with his tongue. Bit at her bottom lip, sucked it, bit it again.
Her responding hitching whimpers and pants drove him mad. She wrapped a thigh around his hip and ground her sex to the bulge of his erection. The agonizing pressure sent searing heat into the pit of his existence, flooding him with raw pleasure and impatient, animalistic urgency.
Fuck, if he didn’t drive his cock into her tight, hot pussy soon he would blow his load in his six-thousand-dollar leather pants.
If he didn’t have her wet walls sucking at his length soon—sooner than soon—he would go insane.
If he didn’t make her his, brand her, own her…
Tearing his mouth from hers, he stared down into her face. He needed to tell her there wasn’t a hope in hell of taking it slowly, easy. He needed to warn her. “Lily,” he began, his voice a hoarse growl.
The soft chime of the lift announcing their arrival at their destination silenced him. A subtle vibration rocked the confined space. A low mechanical hum filled the air and the door opened behind him.
“We’re here,” she stated, voice as rough and breathless as his.
Without a word, he strode backward from the lift, fingers still threaded with hers.
She followed him, open trust and burning desire in her green eyes.
It was too much. He didn’t even make it to the door of his suite. He yanked her to his body and plundered her mouth again with his, each feverish thrust and swipe of their tongues together flooding his engorged shaft with fresh, hot steel. That she was here, with him, now…
His back thudded against something hard and solid. The door.
He growled into Lily’s
mouth, not wanting to stop kissing her to open the bloody thing. But if he didn’t, he’d never get inside his suite. If he didn’t get inside his suite, he’d be forced to fuck her out here, in the foyer.
He could. There was no place he wouldn’t make love to her, but their first time together, truly together, he wanted her in the privacy of his suite. Where she could scream his name as he made her come again and again. With his hands, his tongue, his cock. Where she could ride his cock and bathe him in her juices as he pounded into her over and over and—
Tearing his mouth from hers, he pivoted on his heel, pulled his keycard from his back pocket and shoved it into the lock.
The light turned green.
He slammed the handle down, pushed the door wide and pulled Lily inside.
She tossed her handbag aside and threw herself at him before the door could close behind her, wrapping his hips with her thighs, tangling her hands in his hair, claiming his lips with hers.
He kissed her back, squeezing her arse cheeks as he carried her to the closest horizontal surface, the side table next to the doorway.
He deposited her on the polished marble, refusing to release her lips even as he swiped the narrow table clear of the items on it. A vase of flowers—Australian eucalyptus blossoms and acacia—fell to the plush carpet, as did the daily copies of the Sydney Morning Herald and the San Francisco Examiner the hotel supplied with compliments each morning. Some kind of glass ornament joined them, along with who the fuck knew what else. Samuel didn’t care. He was too busy gorging himself on Lily’s lips, her throat.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her to his groin, ramming his trapped erection to the heat of her spread pussy. She cried out and then gasped as he released her hips long enough to strip her T-shirt up over her head.
He sucked her right nipple into his mouth before her breasts could stop jiggling from the violent undressing. She hissed in a swift breath, fisted a hand in the hair at his nape and tightened her thighs around his hips.
“Sam…” His name tore from her on a carnal groan.
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