Chapter Forty-Six

Kate

 

Sonya and Pete had left and Jane was in bed.

Sam and I stood in the darkened foyer. “Do you need help getting the kids to the car?”

“They’re staying here, actually,” he said. “Candace wakes up so early, it’s easiest. Got the house to myself.”

“That almost sounded like an invitation.”

A sideways grin. “Would you like it to be?”

“As fun as that might be, I’m still returning to Nashville soon.”

“What if it was only sex?”

“Could you really do that?” I got up close. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you can sleep with me and part as friends, because it didn’t work the first time.”

His arm snaked around my waist. “What’s so wrong with wanting more? We make sense, Kate. Forget about the obstacles you think are impossible. Our families get on well, my kids like you, and you’ve been my rock since you got here because that’s who you are. Plus we’re amazingly hot together. How is that not worth exploring?”

“Sam…”

His fingertips caressed the side of my neck. “Know what I really think? You’re the one who won’t be able to walk away. You’re hanging on by a thread, baby. Just let go.”

I wanted to.

Part of me wanted to so bad.

The rest of me was this loud voice in my head saying but, but, but…

“Kiss me, Kate,” he growled.

“That’s a musical that doesn’t get enough—mmph.” Lips on mine.

His patience had run out.

It was a consuming kiss and I was almost floating. I should be pushing him away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength.

Chemistry was not the problem with Sam. If he lived in Nashville, I’d already be in deep smit. His alpha tendencies when it came to sex really pressed my buttons. If only I didn’t have any responsibilities other than letting him give me orgasms.

“You’re coming with me and you’re going to be naked in my bed.”

Overwhelmed with endorphins, I could only nod.

He grabbed my coat and purse from the coat rack and ushered me out, locked the door, and guided me to the Lincoln. Inside the SUV, he took my hand and put his mouth over my index finger, but instead of sucking on it, his teeth pressed in and I felt a corresponding rush in my vagina. Holy shit, new erogenous zone.

I didn’t know I was lacking knowledge in any of those.

Or maybe it was just Sam.

Seeing me breathe faster, he winked and backed out of the driveway.

Every stop light or sign, his mouth was on my hand or wrist, making sinful promises.

Wetting my panties.

Amping me up.

The Lincoln stopped in his garage. I stayed put while he came around to open my door. He grabbed me at the waist and pulled me into a searing kiss, then led me inside to lift me onto the kitchen island. He’d told me once he’d eat me out here.

Sam yanked my jeans and panties down and pushed his face between my legs. Tongue on my clit, fingers inside me. “You’re not kiddin’ around,” I said.

“Six months of fantasizing about this, Kate. You’re gonna come tonight until you beg me to stop.”

Well, it wouldn’t be right now. I was so close.

Arched my back and he curled his fingers up, working—

Oh God.

How did this man make me see stars when he barely knew my body?

My vision cleared as I was being carried upstairs to the end of the hall.

First time in his room, decorated in shades of gray. I doubted this was Mandy’s décor.

He laid me on the bed, stripped off all my bottom layers, then went to work on his own clothes. When he got down to boxer briefs, I needed to catch up, and tossed my sweater and bra.

His eyes went to my breasts, just like before. “You really are a boob man,” I said.

“They’re spectacular.” He pushed the briefs off and we were naked.

This time, taking a moment to admire the view.

The first time we had sex was a whirlwind.

“You’re so beautiful.” Climbing over me, he dipped his head to suck on my nipple. Tease it with his teeth. I hissed, arching into his face. He switched to the other one and repeated the treatment. “Need you now, Kate.”

Then kissed me, slanting his head to go deep while he lined up his cock. One thrust seated him all the way in. I cried out, but he hadn’t hurt me.

To show I was good, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Sucked on his tongue while he made the headboard bang against the wall. This was going to be fast and sloppy and hard, but he was right—we’d had six months to want this, so how could we not be overcome?

His thrusts sped up and my pussy fluttered seconds before he grunted. My pubic bone might be a little bruised later, but I didn’t care.

Now we’d gotten this far, I didn’t want him to hold back.

Like last time, it was quick sex followed by him exercising control and delaying the next orgasms. He caught his breath and started shallow thrusts that made me shudder from the lingering effects of my climax.

After two, I was already super sensitive.

“Feels like you were made for me. You know what I can do with a whole night, Kate?”

I rolled our bodies and sat up. “Shut up, Sam.” The more he talked, the more I feared something would slip out that he couldn’t take back.

Tonight was about pleasure.

Not emotions.

His hands went to my breasts, and the harder I rode him, the more he twisted my nipples. Close to another climax, it didn’t hurt, just spurred me on.

One hand dropped to flick my clit and I broke apart. Might’ve been loud. He didn’t follow, yet, though, and flipped our positions to drive into me again.

Overcome, I was his limp doll to use and happy about it.

Finally spent, he lay on top of me a minute before moving off.

We caught our breaths.

I stumbled into his bathroom to pee, then returned to the open side of the bed.

When it’s only sex, I don’t cuddle, so I was on my belly, head turned away on one of the pillows. His fingers painted light strokes on my back.

“Sex with you is different. At the risk of sounding terribly sappy, there’s a connection with you I haven’t felt with anyone else.”

“Me, too,” I said softly.

“That weekend wasn’t about using. I know you had an impression—”

I rolled toward him. “We said a lot of things.”

“Yes, but I want you to know it had nothing to do with Mandy except that I was available. I’ve always regretted the times you were out of my life, Kate.”

“Young Sam shouldn’t have pushed me away, then.”

He pulled me closer. “Good thing Current Sam is a wiser man.”

“I thought this was only sex.”

His hand slid down to palm my ass. “Can you handle a third dance routine?”

I hooked my leg over his hip. “I can take it.”

“Good, because I’m not close to being done with you tonight.”

“Promises, promises.”

Grinning, he slid inside me. “How is it I want you again so soon?”

“Biology.”

“Science again, hmm?”

“Your cells and mine like to dance together. A lot.”

This time, he went slow, rocking our bodies. Caressing my face, my hair.

Cherishing me.

“Show me how you make love,” I whispered.

Sam kissed my neck, starting behind my ear. Lavished affection on my skin. The thrusts of his hips were meant to make me feel all of him inside with every stroke. His lips reached mine and our tongues danced. You might almost call this lazy fucking, except every move was deliberate. Then he stretched my arms above my head. Linked our hands. He was in full control and it gave me permission to exist in the moment.

As I tightened around him, he broke the kiss to look in my eyes. He wanted to see me orgasm. It was too intimate, but I couldn’t look away.

Caught in his gravity.

He had no poker face now and I knew he was falling in love.

Or thereabouts.

I shouldn’t have said make love.

You selfish bitch.