His whole body trembled, his voice coming out shaky. “I guess that just means we’ll have to go for round three tomorrow night. Because baby, I plan on stimulating you. At least a couple of times.” A thin sheen of perspiration pebbled his flesh as his mind conjured up the numerous ways to accomplish such a delightful task.
He could feel her pulse beat in a mad cadence beneath his tongue. A fever rose in him, forcing him to take a fortifying breath and summon a modicum of control. Fuck…he needed to slow down before he lost it and came right there, with his jeans still on.
She tried to voice an argument. “But Sam…” Her voice trailed off when he reached between her legs and in one quick motion snapped the thin elastic on her panties.
No matter what she thought, there was no way she was getting out of that room before he buried his face between her legs and tasted her sweetness. He knew it, and it was time she knew it too.
He parted her soft folds.
“You were saying?” Sam asked.
“What…” she stammered, her words fractured. It took effort for her to speak. Sam smiled, taking great satisfaction in his ability to shut down that inquisitive mind of hers. “What…what about your deadline?” she sounded so winded, her voice full of want.
“My what?” God, he couldn’t think now either. Not with her full breasts poking into his chest. And the way she swayed her hips, ever so slightly, grinding her lush pussy on his finger, snapped his last vestige of control.
Cat pushed her hands through his hair and linked her fingers behind his head, holding on for support. A violent shudder overtook him as her touch seeped under his skin.
“Your–” Her words died away when she felt the way his body reacted to her touch. Her sounds of protest morphed into a heated moan.
A shiver prowled through him. “I want you, Cat.” He hungered for her with an intensity that made his hands shake.
She gave a broken gasp. “Sam…” There was such urgency and emotion in her voice.
“Cat, babe, you need to stop talking so I can kiss you.” Driven by need his lips crashed down on hers. She opened for him as he feasted on her lips. He loved the way she kissed him. Her lips were warm and silky and made him ache to kiss the other dewy set at the apex of her legs, ache to drink in her intoxicating tang of arousal.
Sam’s muscles bunched. His balls tightened. His tongue slipped inside her mouth for a frenzied exploration. The warmth of her mouth made his knees buckle.
His finger dipped into her heated core, then stroked back and forth over her swollen clit, repeating the motion until her body shook. He plucked at her delicate pearl, making it swell with need, begging to be kissed and stroked, nibbled and nipped.
Her aroused scent called out to him. His nostrils flared, eager to answer that call, aching to drop to his knees and taste her liquid silk.
Cat broke the kiss, inched back, and drew a breath. Sam’s hand slipped from between her legs. Mischief danced in her eyes as they locked on his. Her mouth curved wickedly, her face flushed from heat and desire. “Oh and just for the record, Sam. I didn’t blow anything last night. Definitely an oversight on my part.” Her hand went to his throbbing dick and squeezed. There was a suggestive edge to her smile. “One I believe I’d like to rectify.”
Sweet mother of God!
So she wanted to play sex games with him, did she?
Her bold words prompted him into action. Trembling from head to toe, Sam grabbed her arms and walked her backwards, trapping her between his body and the wall. He pushed his cock against her, holding her in place. Her body molded against his as his gaze traveled to her breasts. Dark nipples tightened with arousal and poked out at him. A low growl of longing that didn’t even sound human gathered in his throat as his hands cupped her orbs. Thank God, the thick door buffered their sex sounds.
Using slow circular motions that drove Cat wild, he brushed her pebbled nubs through her blouse.
Christ, he needed to slow things down before he erupted on the spot. He inched back, giving them both a bit of breathing room.
He heard the raw ache of lust in her voice. “Sam, you wouldn’t happen to have a couple of condoms in your wallet would you?”
“I’m afraid not.” In fact, it had been a long time since he needed one.
Cat tilted her head and looked around, almost frantic, her eyes full of urgent need. “This is a storage room. Maybe we can find something in here.”
Sam chuckled and followed her gaze. His glance came to rest on her forgotten orange. He bit back a wicked grin, conjuring up a few sex games of his own.
“Yes, maybe we can find something to use,” he agreed as the most delicious plan began to formulate in his mind.
Face flushed, Cat licked her lips and swallowed. Hard. At that moment Sam realized just how hot it had gotten in the small room.
He frowned in concern. “Are you okay?” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face.
She drew a shaky breath. “Parched. My bag. Water bottle.”
Sam chuckled, loving the way he got to her. He pried her legs open with his knee. “Don’t move,” he warned in a soft, yet commanding voice.
“You really are very bossy, you know.”
He grinned. “I know.” Leaving her pressed against the wall, legs spread wide, he snatched her bag from the floor and opened it.
“You know, Sam. A man is never supposed to go into a woman’s bag.”
He peered inside. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Why?” he asked as her rooted through the contents. He dug through a ton of papers, pens, cosmetics, and other things he’d rather not know what she used for, in his quest
