by Cathryn Fox
Her whole body tensed, then relaxed. "Sam, I'm coming," she cried out, certain that he already knew, but deciding to tell him just the same.
"Look at yourself in the mirror, babe. Watch yourself come while I watch you," he whispered.
She watched her body writhe as she gave herself over to her orgasm. The room closed in on her as she focused completely on the stab of pleasure at the apex of her legs. She threw her head back and lifted her hips from the bench as her climax tore through her. Her mind blanked to everything around her except the intense pleasure of Sam's mouth on her breasts and the pulsing between her thighs.
Still licking her nipples with long, luxurious strokes, Sam held her to him, balancing her until her world turned right side up again. After a comfortable stretch of silence, her labored breathing finally settled into a calmer, steadier rhythm.
His dark eyes met hers as he pulled her to him. She sat up, her breasts crushed against a wall of thick muscle. Damp curls fell over her forehead.
Eyes full of want, Sam shot her a tender look of intimacy that made her heart tighten. She shivered, almost violently. The way he gazed at her drew her in to a cocoon of warmth. She felt so close to him. She touched his face, needing the contact. Her throat clogged. Her insides turned to mush. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. When her lashes fluttered against his skin, he shuddered.
She opened her mouth, not sure what she was about to say, not sure what she was about to reveal. He smiled and her heart did a somersault. God, she couldn't fall for him, she just couldn't. It would complicate everything. "Sam, I…" Her voice broke off.
He chuckled easily and lowered his voice to match hers. "I know." He brushed the rough pad of his thumb over her engorged nipple. "You never expected to orgasm from this kind of stimulation." He tucked her hair behind her ear. "You were pretty amazing, Cat. Very responsive to my touch. I really like that."
Her voice wasn't quite steady. "It's because you knew just how to touch me," she whispered with effort.
And everyone else, apparently.
She looked down, suddenly feeling very naked, very exposed. Very vulnerable. Very worried that she'd given herself to him in a way she'd never given herself to another. Her physical need for him may have been temporarily sated, but her emotional need for him was reaching dangerous levels.
Trying for casual she said, "So I guess that concludes your experiment until tomorrow night." God, she hated the way her voice cracked.
Sam angled his head. "Tell me, Cat. Do you have any other plans for tonight? "
"Why?"
The way he looked at her made her shiver. "Because," he touched her chin and dragged his finger over her neck. "If you do, I want you to break them."
"You do. Why?" Her heart hammered with what felt like hope. God, she wanted him again. Inside out, upside down, but mostly on underneath.
He spoke in whispered words. "Because I'm not nearly done with you."
Her chin jerked up. Her eyes widened. "Really? There's more?" She didn't even make an attempt to hide her enthusiasm. What would be the point? It seemed Sam could read her every gesture, her every hidden desire.
He stroked his thumb over her mouth and then replaced his fingers with his lips, lightly feathering them over hers. She opened for him as the sensations fueled her need for him all over again.
Sam gave her a playful look and whispered into her mouth, "Plenty more, Cat. We're just getting started." His voice, full of tender warmth, drew a shudder from the depths of her soul.
Her heart stuttered; her breathing grew shallow. Perhaps offering herself in exchange had been a stupid idea, after all. If she spent another moment in his arms, she might end up wanting something deeper.
She forced herself to pull back emotionally. "Sam, I don't think I can take more." Her voice turned choppy, her words fractured. It occurred to her that Sam's brand of lovemaking would tip the emotional scales to the point of no return.
His wicked grin made her weak. There was a note of amusement in his voice. "That's what we're going to find out."
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Chapter 4
Sam gripped her hips and lifted her from the bench. Curly blonde hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and slid down her perfect round breasts. Her eyes were drowsy, sated. Desire slammed him into outfield. He felt like he'd received a blow to the midsection.
God, he loved the way she gave herself over to him so freely, so completely. And knowing he was the first man to bring her to orgasm through nipple stimulation thrilled him, probably far more than it should have.
As he gazed at her a moment longer, a wave of possessiveness tore through him. His body ached to join with hers, to lose himself in the heat between her legs. It took all his effort not to tear his clothes off, sink his cock into her plush softness and ravish her all night long.
Of course, he had every intention of doing just that, right after he tasted her sweetness and drew another orgasm from her, using his mouth and his fingers. His whole body broke a sweat in anticipation. Moisture sealed his shirt to his chest. He brushed his damp hair from his forehead and sucked in a fortifying breath.
As Cat stood, her legs wobbled. She snaked her arms around his shoulders, steadying herself.
"Easy," he said, tightening his hold. "Are you able to stand?"
She nodded, her body melting against his, her nipples hard against his chest, battering what little control he had left.
"Good, because what I have in mind requires you to be upright." He felt her body quake with yearning, her eyes growing wide at the promise in his voice.
It touched him and stirred something deep inside the way she shivered with longing for him. In fact, a lot of things about Cat Nichols touched him, making it harder and harder to separate sex and emotion.
Banking his muddled feelings, Sam stood behind her. With his chest molded against her back, he linked his fingers through hers. "Walk with me."
Steps synchronized, he urged her toward the mirror. Her gorgeous, swollen breasts swayed with each seductive movement. Sam growled and pressed his thick, steel erection harder between the soft mounds of her ass.
Cat drew a quick breath and wiggled her curvy hips. Sam growled louder, his cock throbbing against her sweet backside.
"I'm not the only one who is very responsive," Cat said.
He caught the teasing glint in her eyes.
"If you keep that up, we won't be testing your responses; we'll be testing my limits."
Sam lifted her arms above her head and pressed her flat palms to the mirror. He caught her glance. Green eyes narrowed with dark seduction and bore into his. She widened her stance and her expression turned serious. "Maybe that's what I have in mind," she said, her voice rough with emotion.
The sexual energy between them exploded, reaching an all time high. His body reacted to the desire in her eyes. His blood began racing. His heart slammed against his chest. Wild, untamed passion stirred inside him, boiling, rising, gaining raw energy, drawing his full attention. He gripped her hips, tipping her ass up, and pushed his pulsing cock hard against her lush backside. It didn't even begin to ease the ache. The only thing that would help assuage the hot restlessness in his groin was to feel her naked skin against his.
Shoulders forward, she inched her feet back. With her ass tucked against his groin she smothered his erection and gyrated. The position proved his undoing.
"I want you, Sam," she whimpered, spreading her legs even wider. "I want you inside me." She begged for him to take her, opening herself up, granting him access to her body.
He responded to the erotic pose and seductive lilt in her voice. Fingers moving swiftly, he ripped open her jeans, lowered the zipper, and tugged them down her legs. Her panties quickly followed. She removed her shoes and kicked away her clothes. He took in the vision before him. The sight of her sensuous body on display with her hands braced against the mirror was enough to shred his last fragments of control.
With intense concentration, she f
ollowed his actions in the mirror as he tore his clothes off and tossed them into the heap with hers.
What was it about this sexy, feisty woman that turned him inside out? He'd never felt anything like it. The need, the passion, the desire welling up inside him. It curled around him, calling, consuming, reaching dangerous levels. He tried to leash his control, his passion, and his emotions, but failed miserably.
He had to have her.
Now.
Sam had never lost control before. Ever. But he'd never been taken to a place where the fierce need to possess another dominated his every thought.
His voice was labored. "Your shoes, Cat."
Heavy lids fluttered. "What about them?" She angled her head to see him.
"Put them back on."
Grinning, she quickly obliged. The high heels stretched out her long legs, lifting her ass in the air.
Pushing his raging erection against her naked flesh, he tangled his fingers through her sopping silk curls and buried his face against her throat. Her damp arousal made his legs tremble. He pulled open her pretty pink lips and exposed her sex in the mirror. With a long, lazy stroke he caressed her quivering clitoris. Her mouth formed an "O" when his fingers connected with her delicate pearl. She tossed her head to the side and moaned. Her body jerked against his pulsing cock and he nearly released on impact. He clenched his jaw and held back, never wanting the night to end.
He stretched her wider. His mouth salivated, eager for a taste. He slipped a finger all the way inside her moist fissure, stirring, caressing her G-spot, reveling in the feel of her plush softness.
Her tongue slid over her lips as though she knew his intentions. Their aroused scents merged and filled the room with a heady, stimulating aroma.
He applied more pressure to her sex. Using slow, sinuous circles, he teased her clit until it swelled and puckered beneath the rough pad of his fingers.
"Oh Sam," she cried, bucking against his hand. Color bloomed high on her cheeks. He watched her chest rise and fall in an erratic pattern. Her pussy muscles gripped his finger and he knew an orgasm was only a stroke away.
He inhaled her warm, familiar scent as it perfumed the air. Easing his finger out of her, he drew it to his mouth for a sampling.
"Sweet Jesus, you taste incredible." His voice was gruff with need.
She swallowed. "Sam… Please… my purse… condoms."
He could barely hear her through the buzz in his head. He swept aside a lock of her hair, pressed his mouth against her ear, and caressed her cheek. She twisted her head and drew his finger into her mouth, sucking, licking, savoring her creamy essence.
The heat of her mouth nearly caused him to explode on the spot. He wanted to feast on her, to sear her engorged clitoris with his tongue, but that would have to wait. Right now he needed to answer the demands that threatened to burn them both up from the inside out.
His rock-hard erection throbbed to the point of pain. Cat dropped one hand, reached behind her, and squeezed his steel shaft, running her fingers up and down the length of him, driving him into an abyss of pleasure.
Heat and passion blazed through him. The intensity of his carnal hunger was almost frightening. "Oh God. Cat. I need you."
Her voice was husky and breathless. "My purse. By the door. And please, hurry."
Her words drove him beyond the brink of sanity, making his cock drip. He brushed the wet tip of his arousal over her flesh. His liquid juice dripped over her back, languidly sliding lower to nestle between the sweet slit of her heart-shaped ass.
Christ, that turned him on.
He disentangled himself and grabbed her purse. He had his own supply of condoms in the nightstand, but decided, in his haste to sheathe himself, her purse was closer. He ripped open the condom and slid it on. When he turned back around to face Cat, what he saw nearly dropped him to his knees. His body tightened and his vision went fuzzy around the edges as unfamiliar warmth touched the depths of his soul.
Hand between her legs, she stroked her clitoris, sliding her slender finger in and out of her heated core. Long hair fell forward, curling around her pert nipples. Candlelight bathed her naked body and glistened on her moist pussy.
Sweat collected on his brow. He drew a shaky breath. "Sweet fuck, Cat." In two quick strides he crossed the room. He put his mouth close to her ear and murmured, "Need a hand." Without waiting for a response, he placed his finger over hers, pushing both his and her finger deep inside her at the same time. Cat panted, moaned, and shook as another orgasm ripped through her.
Lord, he'd never met a more responsive woman. His cock jerked, clamoring for attention. Sam grabbed her hips and positioned his erection at her dripping entrance.
"Look at me," he growled.
Cat tilted her head and met his gaze in the mirror. It was easy to tell she was overcome with need by the passion raging in her eyes. She inched back, until his cock probed her, opening her feminine folds. Her tight heat and rich female texture beckoned him. Sexual tension swamped them. Completely ruled by lust, his mind abandoned any rational thought.
His growl deepened. "Cat, you feel so good." In one quick thrust he speared her.
"Oh…my," she whispered as he drove into her.
She shifted her stance, the position allowing her to take the entire length of his shaft. Cat gasped and stilled as he pushed impossibly deeper, stretching open the tight walls of her pussy.
He felt her heat close around him, squeezing. His eyes locked with hers. "Cat, I need to take you. Now," he bit out between clenched teeth. He couldn't wait for her to catch up. He tried, he really did, but that small modicum of control and distance he'd always kept during sex jumped ship and left him frenzied, wide open, and vulnerable. For the first time ever, his guard slipped and he let go. Really let go.
"Then take me, Sam."
His internal temperature soared. He needed her so much he felt dizzy. Hard and fast he began pumping, pounding against her feminine mound. She met his every thrust with one of her own. The warmth of her slick sheath made him sweat. He leaned forward and cupped her breasts, his fingers kneading her swollen pebbles. With his chest pressed against her back, their perspiration mingled, their deep breaths merged, fogging the mirror. Heat poured from his body to hers and back again.
They joined as one with Sam controlling the pace, depth, and rhythm. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold off his orgasm. His mind began spinning. His thoughts scattered. He wanted to stay inside her, to revel in her passion-drenched heat. To claim her, to possess her, to have her climb inside him and stay there forever so he didn't ever have to share her with another man. Unfamiliar emotions rushed through him. His gut rolled. His pulse kicked up a notch. Air rushed from his lungs. Fuck, some small part of his mind reminded him that he'd never been so crazed before, so frantic, and had never lost control.
Ever.
Oh hell.
He felt her pussy tighten around his cock. She bucked and impaled herself on him.
Her head thrashed to the side. "Sam…"
Hands biting into her hips, he buried himself deep as her orgasm rolled through her.
"Cat. .."
Her liquid heat seared his cock, pushing the right buttons, sending him all the way to heaven and back again.
With one hard thrust he drove into her and stilled, concentrating on the points of pleasure as his climax mounted. His cock clenched and throbbed. His seed spurted from his tip.
"Oh God, Cat..." he whispered into her ear as his orgasm tore through him. As he emptied himself into her, he felt her sex muscles tighten, milking him of every drop.
He stayed there for a long moment, working to regulate his breathing while his cock grew flaccid. Minutes later he slipped from her opening. Cat twisted around, glanced into his eyes, and broke the stretch of silence.
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, moistening it. "Sam." The warmth of her mouth called out to him.
"Yeah?" He quickly discarded the condom and then took her back in his arms, u
nable to get her close enough.
She tilted her chin to face him and pressed her back against the mirror. Hands spanning her slim waist, he gathered her in tighter, needing to feel every inch of her pressed against him, knowing he'd never felt such an easy intimacy with another.
Oh boy!
Unwelcome images of those six different men parading in and out of her condo rushed through his mind and filled him with rage. Like the Loch Ness Monster, anger rose sure and swift in all its hideous glory.
The way he reacted with such violence gave him concern. Wasn't that one of the reasons Cat had appealed to him? She was safe. Not looking for anything more than he could give.
Tamping down his anger and cursing himself for feeling so emotional, he forced himself to marshal his thoughts and summon control.
Cat smiled up at him and moistened her dry lips. "That was one hell of an experiment, Sam." Eyes full of want flashed in the candlelight, her sweet breath fanned his face, closing around him, flooding him with longing.
He chuckled, smoothed her hair from her forehead, and crushed his body against hers. As she snuggled into him, a rush of tenderness made his stomach roll.
"I'll say," he managed around the lump forming in his throat.
He inched back his gaze roaming her face. When their eyes met, desire slammed into him once more, triggering a craving that he couldn't sate. His cock stirred back to life. What was it about this woman? Why couldn't he get enough of her?
Sam let out a regretful sigh. "Only one problem."
Her sexy brow rose. Heavy breasts swayed, dragging his eyes with them. "Problem?"
He gripped her hands, pinning them behind her back. Her slick body molded against his and all he could think about was dropping to the ground, parting her twin lips with his tongue, and pressing a kiss over her gorgeous pink sex. "Yeah. You see, I was so caught up in fucking you I forgot to record your responses."
She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, made a sexy noise, and rotated her hips. Their groins bumped. Sam's cock thickened. His balls constricted.