When he finally turned her in his arms, he didn’t break their connection, kissing her heartbreakingly slowly, dreamily, as if he had all day just to enjoy this closeness. The sound of a car door slamming jerked Faith’s mind out of her lusty delirium, and she reluctantly pulled back. Fisting her hand in his shirt, she pulled him into her apartment. He closed the door with his foot, his primal stare making her feel sexy and exposed at once as he openly studied her. His powerful body moved in silent persuasion, closing the distance between them. Faith stood motionless, nervously licking her lips, trying to keep from jumping his bones, because boy, did she want to jump his bones. His sexual magnetism made him so attractive to everyone in his path, and she was right there with all the women before her. Jealousy dug its claws into her heart, vying for blood. She tried to tamp down the ugly emotions, and one look in his eyes tore those claws from her skin. Sam was hers now, by his own volition, and he’d done a lot to get her to agree to be his. He closed in on her, sucking the oxygen from the room.
His hand came heavily around the nape of her neck, drawing her to him, a devilish curve to his mouth, wicked and alluring. She loved anything he did at her nape. He could nuzzle it, kiss it, suck it, or brush his thumb over her sensitive skin, as he was now, while looking at her like she was a goddess: beautiful, sexy, and oh so tempting. She didn’t see herself that way, but Sam made her feel that way. His desire was inescapable, emanating from his face, his body, his hands as they slid beneath her shirt again and up her back. His fingers curled over her shoulders and he held her tight against him.
The anticipation was merciless. She was wet and panting, fisting her hands in the back of his shirt so tightly she was sure she’d leave marks on his skin. His heart was beating as rampant as hers, and he searched her eyes so intensely she wondered what he was looking for. Reassurance? She went up on her toes and kissed the center of his chin. His scruff was rough against her face, and his intoxicating musky scent overwhelmed her. So masculine, so Sam. She lingered, placing more kisses along his jaw, feather-light kisses and openmouthed kisses. He made a sexy, wanton sound deep in his throat, and she wanted to hear more of that sound, to feel it rumble in his throat and through his chest. She nipped at his lower lip, then slicked over it with her tongue.
His fingers tightened around her shoulders as he hissed out a breath and swept her into his arms, taking her in another exquisitely torturous slow kiss as he carried her to the living room and lowered her to the couch. He came down over her, kissing her lips, her neck, her mouth again. His hips ground sensually against hers as his arms enveloped her.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against her cheek. “So sexy. How am I supposed to behave myself?” His hand moved over her ribs and palmed her breast.
Faith sucked in a sharp breath with the intense pleasure of his touch, combined with the friction between her legs as he ground his arousal against her swollen sex.
She didn’t want him to behave and forced herself to respond. “We’ll just behave a little.”
His lips curled up, but his brows slanted together. “I’m not sure what that means.”
“Me either,” she admitted. “But I don’t want to stop.”
She pulled his mouth to hers and surrendered to the passion burning inside her, pushing her hands through his hair, over his shoulders, down his back, wanting to feel every inch of him. She tugged at his shirt, lifting it up so she could feel his flesh. He reared up and pulled it off, staying above her long enough for her to get an eyeful and then a mouthful as she rose and kissed his chest. He leaned on one hand, the other still toying with her nipple. His pecs jumped and flexed against her tongue. She ran her hand over his chest, lingering over his nipples, and followed her hand with her mouth, stroking the hard tips with her tongue.
“Christ,” he growled.
His eyes were closed, his jaw tight, neck muscles straining. She loved knowing she was the cause of all that restraint. What would he be like when he let loose? She kissed his neck, dragging her tongue along the length of it. Another growl vibrated through him. His head dropped forward and his eyes came open, pleasure wading in their dark pools. He rose onto his knees with a predatory look in his eyes. She was his most willing prey, panting as her eyes dropped to the thick erection pressing against his jeans. His eyes turned serious, roaming over her—all of her. He closed them for a beat, as if he were trying to regain control, and she sat up and pressed her hands to his sides, kissing his stomach. She felt every breath against her tongue, felt the restraint in his muscles.
His eyes locked on her. She reached up and played with his nipples, continuing to taunt him with her mouth.
“Faith.” He clenched his jaw tight.
She lifted her eyes but didn’t stop kissing, licking, or touching. He reached down and gathered the sides of her shirt, lifting it slightly.
“Okay?”
She nodded, unwilling to give up even a second of tasting him. He lifted her shirt over her head. Her necklace fell between her lace-covered breasts, and he carefully removed that, too, setting it on the coffee table beside the couch. He moved painstakingly slow, his normal confidence hindered by her self-imposed limits. She loved that he respected her enough to take things slowly. She desperately longed to feel him untamed and wild, but not now. Now this was perfect, and somehow he must have known that.
He eased her lace bra strap down her arm. His eyes locked on hers as he kissed first one shoulder and then the other, as he lowered the other strap, unhooked the clasp, and tossed her bra to the floor. Her breasts fell heavily against her skin. She waited for her skin to flush with embarrassment beneath his carnal stare, but there was no room for that wasted emotion when her body throbbed and ached for the breathtaking man before her.
Chapter Fourteen
FAITH LAY BENEATH Sam, unguarded and trusting and so beautiful she made his heart stutter. Her dark hair fanned out around her. Her eyelids were heavy with desire. Her full, perfect breasts were untouched by the sun, creamy, silken against her tanned skin. The dark peaks beckoned him. He lowered himself to her, savoring their first skin-to-skin contact, feeling like he’d been given a gift.
“Feel that?” he whispered. The answer was in her quickening heartbeat and the look of entrancement in her eyes. “That’s us. So right. So perfect.”
Their mouths came together with a sense of urgency belying his tender tone. Tongues tangling, breath mingling, lips burning. He’d never get enough of kissing her, touching her. His hands moved feverishly along her curves, from her hip to her breasts, then back again, feeling her body tremble. He caressed her breasts, their hips moving together in perfect harmony, his arousal aching for release. He drew back, giving her lower lip a gentle tug and earning a sexy moan from Faith. He rained kisses along her jaw, her neck, and finally—finally—her breasts, her body bowed beneath him. He drew the tight bud up against the roof of his mouth, and she fisted her hands in his hair, holding him in place. Oh yeah, baby. Show me what you like.
She arched against him, urging his mouth open wider. Taking more of her luscious breast in, he cupped it with both hands and loved it fully.
“That feels so good.” Her words came fast and heated.
He gave the other breast the same attention, adding a teasing graze with his teeth. Her hips bucked with pleasure. He wanted to taste every inch of her gorgeous body. He dragged his tongue in slow circles around her nipple, avoiding the peaks, even as she tried to lower his head to them.
“God,” she hissed.
He laced her hands with his, holding them beside her head, and continued teasing her. Her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip. He moved up and claimed her again in a rough kiss.
“Don’t hold back.” It came out as a command, and he softened his tone, meeting her heady gaze. “I’m greedy. I want to hear every little noise you make for me.”
She bit her lip again, and he used his teeth to tug it free.
“Only I get to bite that lip tonight.”
Her eyes widened a little with the demand. He kissed her softly, then traced her lips with his tongue.
“Okay?” he asked, giving her control again.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He lowered his mouth to her breast again, swirling his tongue around her nipple while grinding his cock against her core. He sucked her breast hard, and she gasped with pleasure. As he sucked he lifted his eyes to hers, loving the look of untamed passion in her eyes. He released her hands and moved down her body, licking and kissing each of her ribs, the curve of her waist. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, squeezing just hard enough to hear her gasp with pleasure again. He ran his tongue around her belly button, dipping inside slowly and sensually. She moaned, her hips bucking with each stroke of his tongue. He gave her nipples another squeeze as his tongue dipped inside again and she fisted her hands in his hair, sending exquisite shocks of pain through his scalp. He lifted his eyes to make sure they were on the same page, and hers were slammed shut and her head was back as she panted out each breath.
Using his teeth, he unbuttoned her jeans. Her body stilled and her eyes came open.
“Tell me to stop, baby, and I will.”
“Don’t stop,” she said quickly.