Chapter Thirteen

Kate

 

The ride back to my apartment was quiet.

We hadn’t spoken much since his declaration. I didn’t know what else to say without making it worse. He had the grace to not push to fix it.

What else could he put out there, anyway? His cards had never been hidden.

When we reached my building, he walked me to my door. I opened it and the place was still quiet. Sonya was still avoiding me.

“I, uh, never gave you the tour,” I said, hanging up my coat and purse.

“Okay.” He came in and shut the door.

“You’ve seen the kitchen and living room.” I went to the entrance of the hall. “Here’s the bathroom. It’s decent size for an apartment.” Even had a double vanity.

I continued to the end.

There was built-in storage space between our bedrooms, a cabinet for towels and sheets and crap you didn’t want out all the time.

“That’s Sonya’s room. And this is mine.” I turned on the light. He was behind me. I turned to him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“I know.” He caressed my temple, his fingers trailed around my ear, and I knew he’d cup my nape next to bring me into a kiss.

I sighed into his mouth.

Wrapped my arms around his neck.

Pressed my breasts into his chest.

He backed me up and kicked the door shut. I pushed his coat off his shoulders and he let go of me long enough to let it drop to the floor.

Then lifted my sweater over my head.

But instead of continuing to undress me, Sam spun me around, twisted my hair up, and dragged his mouth along my neck. My spine came alive. He continued to play my neck and shoulders with his lips, teeth, and tongue until I was panting. My nipples were so hard, the fabric of my bra hurt. Like he’d heard my thoughts, his free hand cupped my left breast and squeezed.

I tried to turn and kiss him, needing everything, but his grip tightened on my hair.

My panties became soaked.

Sam had total control.

He drove me mad before sliding my bra straps down with his teeth and slipping both hands inside the cups. I arched into his fingers. He played my nipples like radio dials.

“Please.”

My bra dropped to the floor.

I turned to grab his shirt buttons, but he pushed me into the bed. Kissed down the center of my torso until he reached my jeans, then unfastened them. I tried to wiggle my boots off. He grabbed my foot and did it for me, then the other.

My jeans and panties came off in one pull.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I reached for his clothes again.

He caught my wrists and pressed them to the comforter. “Stay.”

Wide-eyed, I nodded.

Sam kissed me, slower than I wanted—a new torture. His body hovered over me as his lips continued possessing every inch of me on the way down, bypassing my breasts, licking and sucking around them and continuing to crouch between my legs.

His tongue flicked my clit. I bit my lip.

He folded my knees up, exposing me, and settled in to feast on me.

“Do you have a record for orgasms in a row?”

“Um. No?”

“Lucky me,” he rumbled.

Oh God.

I had once practiced the art of delaying an orgasm until I was told I could come. I had no clue how to deal with a man hell bent on giving me orgasms until my body gave up.

The first came in around thirty seconds. I was so worked up; Sam had an easy job there.

He didn’t stop and let me catch my breath, plunging his fingers into my vagina to trigger my G-spot, and the next was even faster.

Keeping one finger inside, his tongue returned to my clit, lavishing it with loving attention.

“It’s too—”

“I’m not stopping unless you tell me it hurts.”

Oh God.

One hand twisted my nipple again and I quit trying to argue.

The third orgasm took longer, my body overloaded, but it made my ears ring.

Then his thumb on my clit made four, five, six come in quick succession.

I think I was screaming. My throat felt raw. My head was dizzy.

All my blood was in my pelvis and my toes were numb.

My legs had long since lost structural integrity and were draped limp over his broad shoulders. “Please, Sam.”

“Is there pain?”

“No…”

The seventh made me pass out. That was my only guess when I came to awareness under the covers with Sam stroking my hair, sitting next to me on the bed still fully clothed.

“Goodnight, baby.” He softly kissed my swollen lips.

“Hmm?”

“Go to sleep.”

Good idea. I was floating and warm. I couldn’t feel anything except bliss.