by Lane,Lena
Sarah didn’t know what to say again. Lately, it seemed her vocabulary had taken a hike.
Releasing Sarah, Jackie said, “Go pack an overnight bag. Just in case.” She then gave Sarah an encouraging smile before leaving.
An overnight bag. What do people pack in an overnight bag?
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Sharp Contemporary
The house Scott called home was not what she’d expected. Then again, Sarah hadn’t really thought it over. Perhaps meeting him for the first time in a colonial and seeing the colonial where he grew up, had made her assume that his current place of residence would also be a colonial. So the contemporary style she was looking at came as a bit of a shock. Not that it didn’t have its beauty, it just wasn’t what she’d imagined for him. Split levels, sharp angles, and floor-to-ceiling windows gave the place a cool splendor.
She parked her little car next to his SUV and grabbed her large bag. Her belly flip-flopped as she thought of the spare change of clothes she had in there, just in case Jackie’s prediction came true. Then again, her belly had been in knots since she’d left his office this morning, the dragon refusing to go back to sleep. For someone her age, she’d had far too little experience in this type of situation. But oh, was she looking forward to this. She grinned in anticipation as she began walking to the front door.
When she was no more than three steps away from it, the door swung open to reveal her obsession. Good God, that man was delicious. Dressed in tan slacks and a deep-blue button-down shirt with its sleeves rolled up, he looked edible. Sarah might be forced to skip dinner and go straight to dessert.
“Good evening, Sarah, you look…” Scott paused and the look he gave her was one of pure hunger and lust. “Lovely.” A mild term considering the desire she saw in his eyes.
“Thank you, Scott.” She walked the last few steps and stopped in front of him, as close as she could without being on him. “You also look…” Like the most beautiful man on the planet, delicious and exciting and I would love to just… fuck you until I can’t walk anymore. “Very handsome, Mr. Sampson.” She swallowed and blinked rapidly but continued to look at him. Without thought, she threw her bag somewhere inside and then reached for his nape to pull him down to her. She kissed him, hungrily, like a starving person who’d gone without for days, weeks.
Perhaps he sensed her urgency, or maybe he felt the same way, because he pulled her close and led her inside without breaking contact, without interrupting the kiss. Blindly, he shut the door behind them. They devoured each other with lips, and tongues, and hands, occasionally breaking apart to gasp some air.
Frantically, he caressed her back and hips before squeezing her butt. While she, in turn, tugged at his shirt. So many clothes…Why do people wear so many damn clothes?! She needed to feel his skin, so she yanked and pulled until she was finally touching his bare back, all the while still kissing and nibbling. Sarah slid his shirt up as she felt his skin, felt the sinewy muscles beneath, felt the heat of his body radiating out at her. She groaned in frustration when she couldn’t get the shirt to just vanish.
“Make it go away,” Sarah growled.
Scott laughed softly before saying, “Whatever you want, honey.” He disentangled himself just long enough to pull the shirt over his head. In seconds, he was back to her, their lips locked, and she was once again rubbing his skin, loving the feel of him, the feel of his muscles beneath.
Before long, it was her turn to lose a layer of clothing. His lips had moved to her neck where the halter top blocked her skin. Skilled hands quickly unknotted the tie behind her neck. Soon, his lips replaced the cloth, making heat course through her whole body. He pulled back a little so he could push the straps down and smiled when he uncovered her bare breasts. Scott made a sound of appreciation at her lack of a bra, but that was before his lips started tugging at her hardened nipples.
Her groan filled the air and her legs went weak. He was not gentle with her. The bites sent her senses reeling and she lost track of everything but his touch. Sarah was not even aware that they had started walking, but suddenly she noticed that they had made their way to the stairs leading up to the second floor and that he was pushing her down onto the steps. At this point, she was thankful to have something solid beneath her, or else she might have just fallen and taken him with her.
While he bit and sucked at her breasts, his hands stayed busy far lower. Mimicking her earlier efforts to unclothe him, he was slowly lifting the bottom of the dress up. She inadvertently helped him by fidgeting and wriggling as she lifted her hips in a silent plea for more. He was only too happy to oblige.
Another sound of approval came from Scott when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties either, a blend of a laugh and a groan. It was soon replaced by her loud moans as he caressed her core, rubbing her with the heel of his palm, before turning his hand to position his fingers at her entrance. He was driving her crazy with want; she needed him. The teasing had gone on long enough.
“Now,” Sarah said sharply. “I need you now.” She pushed him away only far enough to be able to reach for his pants. She fumbled with the fastening but got what she wanted when it gave way and she was able to push the slacks down. The underwear went too and there it was, what she wanted. She was so happy to see it, she kissed it.
A quick gasp made her look up. Scott hadn’t been expecting that and froze in place. She smiled at him wickedly before her tongue reached out to lick the pool of liquid at the tip. She watched him watch her, his blue eyes laden with desire. It was quite the turn-on, to have him standing above her, gripping the handrails with white knuckles. So much so that she did it again.
Never breaking eye contact, she closed her lips around him and grabbed his butt to pull him closer, deeper into her mouth. It was his turn to moan in pleasure. And oh, what a delicious moan it was. She watched as he closed his eyes in pure ecstasy, savoring her every move. She licked and sucked, worshiped him with her tongue and hands, from base to tip. Over and over again.
“Stop.” He growled the word at her, and she pulled back to look up, worried she’d done something wrong. “You need to stop or I’m going to explode.”
Sarah had never felt as powerful as she did at that moment. This gorgeous man was at her mercy. She could do as he asked. She could stop what she was doing and they could have sex on these steps. Or she could continue and watch him break apart at her hands. It would only be fair. How many times had she exploded as a result of his skillful tongue? How many times had he licked her and fingered her until her legs were weak and wobbly and she couldn’t move anymore? She grinned and returned to her work.
“Fuck…” He growled at her again, the word coming deep from within him. He closed his eyes again and his head rolled back. As he continued to grip the handrails, the muscles on his arms and legs tightened with tension, and she knew he wasn’t far. She licked and sucked, taking him deep, and demanded his release until he had no choice but to give it to her.
At the very last minute, he pulled from her mouth but she refused to let him go far. Still holding him in her hands, he spilled himself onto her chest, and still she pumped him for more, milking every last drop. His groan as he climaxed was one of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard, making her own insides quiver with anticipation. This was the kind of stuff she usually missed because she was so lost in her own climax when they were together.
Completely spent, he knelt on the floor between her legs. “What did you do?” He asked, his voice husky.
Was that awe? “Apparently brought you to your knees,” Sarah said lightly with a cheeky laugh.
“Yes.” It was his turn to be mischievous and wicked. “You’re going to pay for that.” He proceeded to give her several tongue lashings that made her tremble and shudder until she exploded herself. It didn’t take very long, since she’d been on the brink before his lips even touched her. And thanks to his skilled fingers and tongue, she was flying in ecstasy in no time.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TH
REE
Surprise Review
Well, that’d been a bit of a surprise. Scott lay on the steps next to Sarah, both of them drained and in need of a little recovery time. He was still in shock that she’d done what she had. Not that this had been his first blow, but it was how she’d done it, with pure selflessness, bordering on adoration. She had brought him to his knees. He looked over at Sarah, her dress still bunched around her waist, and shook his head at the multitude of emotions going through him.
The steps they were laying on were becoming a tad uncomfortable, though, putting a stop to his contemplations. He sat up and looked down on her. “Hungry?”
Lazy, soulful brown eyes gazed up at him. “Famished.” Still, she made no move to get up.
“Good.” He stood and reached down for her hands, then pulled her up easily. Tempted to pull it off completely, he straightened the dress for her, pulling the top up and knotting it behind her neck and pushing the bottom down. Leaving his own clothes where they were on the floor, he led her to the half bath around the corner so she could wash up a bit. “The kitchen is right through there when you’re done,” he said, pointing at the adjacent dining room. Sarah nodded with a smile, a dreamy look still on her face, the look of a woman well loved.
Reluctant to let her go, Scott stopped her when she was about to close the door. Holding her face in both hands, he leaned down for a kiss. Her smile widened and she hesitated before closing the door.
Scott returned to where his clothes lay on the floor and then took them to his bedroom to clean up in the master bathroom. It didn’t take him long, and soon he was in the kitchen, pulling out the roasted chicken and potatoes from the oven. He hoped they weren’t overdone at this point, seeing as he’d been distracted for quite a bit. Luckily for him, they still looked good.
“Hey,” Sarah said as she entered, “that smells delicious.”
As if being pulled by a magnet, he turned to watch her walk in. Seeing her in his domain, his home, unsettled him. It warmed him, made him feel like she belonged there. This feeling was very unusual for him. Then again, Sarah was the first woman he’d ever invited into his home. She was a first in many ways.
“Shall I put these in the dining room?” She said, referring to the plates and silverware lay stacked on the breakfast counter, ready to be set.
“Actually, I thought we could eat outside.” Scott hoped she would enjoy his backyard. It was very private, and its lack of artificial light would make for good stargazing after the meal.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had dinner outside in the dark.” She shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything.”
It wouldn’t be totally dark, just dark enough to make it cozy, he hoped.
“Come make your plate.” They stood side by side while he cut into the juicy chicken.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Porch Dinner
The smell was making her tummy growl and she couldn’t wait to dig in. Once they had each filled their plates, she grabbed the glass of wine he had poured her and followed him outside. His deck was large and gorgeous but what made it truly spectacular was the view. For miles, all that could be seen were treetops and the setting sun, which was painting the sky a multitude of colors.
“Wow…” She stopped on the first step out, awestruck. It was a perfect place for a relaxing dinner.
Behind her, Scott laughed quietly. “You should see it during fall when the leaves turn.”
“Are you inviting me back, Mr. Sampson?” She asked teasingly. As she took her second step down onto the deck, the automatic lights turned on and she was able to see a table to her right. To her left, though, were two recliners, and she chose to sit on one of those instead.
“You are always welcome here, Sarah.” His voice had taken on a deep, gruff tone, and it gave her the impression that he meant what he said.
She didn’t know how to reply to that, so she said nothing, digging into her food instead.
“Damn, you’re good!” She said after her first bite. “This is delicious.”
“Thank you. I grill a mean steak, too, but you said you didn’t really like beef.”
“Not usually, no, but I can try yours out. Maybe I’d like your beef.”
Scott choked a little with laughter and had to take a drink before responding. “You’ve already had it, but I’m willing to let you try it again.”
Unfortunately for her, the lighting was still quite good and she knew there’d be no hiding the blush that crept into her cheeks. Still, she looked him in the eye when she said, “It was delicious, and I’m looking forward to having it again.”
His eyes got that heavy, hungry look that she loved. “Keep talking like that and that might be your dessert.”
She smiled as she processed his words. Sarah would love to eat him up like dessert, to nibble on his flesh and lick him up and down. Torn between finishing the delicious dinner he’d made and putting the plate down for a repeat of their earlier session, she looked at him. “You have turned me into a wanton slut, Mr. Sampson.”
“Are you really wanton?” She heard disbelief and doubt in his question. “I can’t imagine that.”
“Where you’re concerned, yes.” She admitted. Shyly, she moved the food around her plate with her fork. “I’ve never done this with anyone else.”
“You were no virgin, Sarah.” Scott put his empty plate on the floor and spun in his chair to face her better.
She avoided looking at him, choosing instead to stare at the city lights in the distance. “No, but I only open up to guys after being friends with them for a long time. You’re the only one I’ve been with sexually knowing that it won’t go anywhere.”
A moment passed before he spoke. “What do you mean by ‘anywhere’?”
This conversation had gone from light to very deep too quickly. Sarah wasn’t sure she wanted to pursue this line of talk, but the door had been opened and maybe it would be good to put her expectations out there. Trying to keep things from getting too weird, she said, “Well, I know you’re having fun, and that’s fine with me.” She shrugged. “It’s not something I usually do, sleep with some guy casually, knowing it’ll never turn into a real relationship.”
Sarah looked at him and saw him frown. “A real relationship?” The severe tone of his voice, more than anything, told her she’d hit a nerve.
“Guys like you don’t go out with girls like me, Scott, not for long anyway.” She avoided looking at him again, staring at her plate instead. “They don’t marry plain Janes.”
“Explain.” The word was spoken sharply, and it cut the air, an angry expletive without being an actual curse.
She frowned into her plate, a little confused by his anger. “Why would they when they could have anyone they want? Why would you bother with vanilla when you can have a gorgeous model? Why would you bother with shit brown hair and shit-brown eyes when you, a gorgeous god, could be with a goddess? And make gorgeous blond babies with sky blue eyes?” She moved a potato from one side of the plate to the other.
A moment of silence passed before he responded. “So, you have nothing of value to offer me besides a good fuck and a blow job and I should go find and marry a trophy wife with no other values besides blonde hair and blue eyes. Did I get that right?” There was no doubting his anger; his voice was harsh and cold. He gave her no time to respond before he continued, “Am I that shallow, or are you?”
Sarah blinked nervously at him. She’d never heard him be so angry, with anyone, let alone with her. He was sitting in the recliner turned slightly to face her, his rigid form far from relaxed and his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests. He was even clenching his teeth, she could see from looking at his jawline. What would she say to that? What could she say to that? Stalling, she bit into a potato.
“Sarah.” His tone was softer but not gentle, not in the least.
She felt compelled to look at him. She swallowed the potato, barely chewed, and prayed for something she couldn’t begin to identi
fy.
“Thank you for the compliment of calling me a god.” His eyes once again twinkled with humor and she sighed with relief, releasing angst she hadn’t realized she’d had. “But, one, don’t ever call yourself plain Jane again. You are a beautiful, exotic siren who has me losing sleep.” He paused and his expression turned serious as the small smile vanished. “And two, don’t insult me like that again. I need something more than some silly chit who looks good. I’m not so vain that I’d want someone who just looks good on my arm.”
Shame and embarrassment battled within her, and shame won. She knew better than to judge people on their appearance, but she’d done it anyway. And he, wonderful human being that he was, had just given her an easy way out. All she had to do was apologize and all would be forgiven. Sarah opened her mouth to speak but words wouldn’t come. Instead, tears filled her eyes and spilled over. She took a few deep breaths.
Scott came to kneel in front of her, holding the armrests of her chair, trapping her and forcing her to look at him. The intensity of his gaze implored her to understand him. “My future wife will not only be beautiful, she will be my partner, in and out of the bedroom. We will experience life together, its joys and sorrows. We will travel together. We will…” He shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know, conquer the world in some small way.” He paused and just stared at her, letting the words sink into the silence. “Do you understand? Do you understand that I need more than just someone who looks good?”
Sarah understood, she just didn’t know how to reply. So she stalled again. “Why did you say ‘silly chits’? Isn’t that a British term?”
“I’m not sure where I heard it, but I like it.” The twinkle was back, as was the smile.
That was enough wasted time. “I’m so sorry, Scott.” He was making this so easy for her, far easier than she deserved, and she said so aloud. “You absolutely deserve a wonderful woman to stand beside you, to be your partner.” She looked at her plate again and moved the potatoes around.