“It’s not junk,” she said, feigning hurt.
He pulled out a smooth round rock. His lips twitched as he and held it up to her. “No?”
She furrowed her brow in mock annoyance. “Hey, that’s not junk. My nephew Matt gave me that.” She laughed, low and throaty. Then her voice dropped an octave, her lids lowered. “It’s because it’s personal, Sam. Going through a woman’s bag is personal.”
He lowered his voice to match hers and cast a long lingering glance. “And this isn’t?” he asked, slowly sliding his thumb up her leg and under her skirt until he found her swollen clit. He brushed his thumb over it, slowly, methodically, making her writhe and moan in heavenly bliss. He dipped one finger inside. Her pussy clamped around him as he stirred her heat.
She braced herself against the wall. Her breathing hitched; her lids slipping shut. “Oh, my,” she said in an unsteady voice.
“Now do you want me to find your water bottle or not,” he gruffed, humor edging his voice.
Sam noted the dots of perspiration on her forehead. With unabashed passion, she pushed her pelvis against him and said, “Not if it means you’re going to stop doing that.”
In one fluid motion, Sam grabbed her hand and placed it on her clit. Taking her index finger in his, he swiped it over her passion-drenched sex. Her lids flew open. Her jaw dropped and she stared at him in mute surprise. Sam smiled at her. “Why don’t you take over for me for a second.” It was a command, not a question.
She let out an excited rush of breath and read the real reason behind his actions. “Do you like this, Sam? Do you like watching?” she asked, her voice full of tortured promise as the gleam in her eye turned wicked.
Lust exploded through him. The sweet torment made him throb. His cock pressed so hard against his jeans it hurt to the point of pain. But it was a pain he was willing to put up with to watch Cat pleasure herself. Damned if he didn’t like that.
“Does this turn you on, Sam?” Her voice was low, husky.
He gulped. A shiver skittered through him. “Hell, yeah.”
A low groan sounded in her throat as she swooshed her fingers over her clit. She hiked her skirt up and spread her pink lips wider, giving him his own personal peep show. The sight of her damp, passion-soaked curls and the scent of her arousal saturated the room. Sam inhaled, drawing it into his lungs, letting it curl through his body and bring warmth to the darkest corners.
As her scent rushed through his bloodstream, his body responded with urgent demands and he almost lost it right then and there. His throat dried. Blood pounded through his veins as he fully appreciated her private seduction. Vibrating with need, Sam finally found the water bottle, wishing he could pour the cold liquid over his body, one part in particular.
Almost desperate, he pulled on the plastic spout and squeezed it into his mouth. “Damn, it’s not working.”
“You don’t squeeze, Sam. You suck. Let me show you.” With her free hand, she took the bottle from him, wrapped her lips around the plastic spout and sucked, long and hard.
Oh. My. Fuck.
Sam stood there, barely able to move, barely able to breathe, watching as she pleasured herself and sucked on the bottle, the exact same way he wanted her to suck on his cock.
A moment later, after she had her fill, she handed it back to him and licked a drop from her lips. He grabbed the bottle and took a long pull. Letting the cool water ease the heat inside him.
“Do you want more?” Lord, was that his voice? He sounded like he’d just eaten a bucket of nails.
“One more sip,” she said. Sam held the bottle to her lips while she drank. There was something very intimate in sharing a water bottle, he decided.
After she finished, he twisted around and placed the bottle on the filing cabinet.
“Thank you, Sam,” she said in a soft tone.
He turned back to her. When he met her eyes, desire for something more, something deeper twisted inside him. Sam sucked in a shaky breath and watched her for a moment. As his gaze panned her body, everything in him reached out to her.
“Sam.”
Her voice gained his attention. His eyes went to hers. “Yeah?”
She pulled her hand out from under her skirt. Her eyes panned his body like a sultry caress. “I’m very, very wet.” Her finger went to her mouth.
He scrubbed a rough hand over his jaw. “Jesus Christ, Cat. Are you trying to turn me into a premature ejaculator?”
Her soft chuckle curled around him. She crooked her finger and motioned him closer.
Her finger went back to her mouth as Sam wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his body. He closed his mouth over hers, taking her finger and her tongue into his mouth at the same time.
With his throbbing cock pressed against her, he gyrated, aching for something far more intimate. Cat tore at his shirt and ripped it from his pants. Without haste, Sam pulled it off and tossed it aside.
He listened as she inhaled, taking his scent into her lungs. Soft silken lips found his chest. She kissed his naked skin and made small sexy bedroom noises as she indulged in the taste of him. Her hot tongue lapped at his nipples with determined strokes, branding him with her heat.
He wrapped his hands around her, cushioning her in his arms as a strange primal possessive sound climbed out of his throat. Cat’s soft lips met with his again, kissing him with all the passion inside her, feeding the intensity of his arousal. Small hands reached for the button on his jeans.
Locking his knees, Sam groaned and gripped her shoulders.
Eyes dark with desire, she popped the button and lowered his zipper. One small
