River of Love(32)

Faith felt bad for her, regardless of the barb she’d tossed. Being turned down by Sam probably felt a hundred times worse than the jealousy the girl had stirred in her.

Sam kissed Faith softly, then relaxed into his seat, still holding her hand. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Look around. Have you slept with anyone here?”

“Me?” She laughed as she glanced around the restaurant. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of Roger Waylin, a guy she’d dated a few months ago. Her eyes snapped back to Sam. Thankfully, she’d turned down Roger’s advances. “No. No one.”

Sam turned, his eyes landing on Roger, sizing him up. Then those all-knowing eyes came back to her, and his mouth curved up in a satisfied smile. “Good to know.”

He poured the wine and handed Faith a glass. “To us.”

“The only people in the room.” She touched her glass to his.

Sam stayed close throughout their meal, giving Faith his rapt attention, touching her thigh, her hand, her cheek. They fed each other from their own plates, and by the time they finished dinner, Faith couldn’t remember why she’d been so nervous in the first place. They drank and flirted, and Sam kissed her so many times he kissed the embarrassment right out of her.

She leaned forward and brushed her mouth teasingly over his. “Want to get the check and go to my place to work on my communication skills?”

Heat flared in his gorgeous eyes.

Ten minutes later they were kissing their way through the parking lot, their bodies practically glued together as Sam fished out his keys.

“Sammy!” a woman yelled from across the parking lot.

Sam froze, his lips still on Faith’s, his eyes serious.

“Sam! Hey, Sam! Let’s have a drink!” another woman hollered.

Sam and Faith both looked in the direction of the sound of a group of women talking and giggling—and headed their way.

“Think we can ditch them?” he asked with a coy smile.

Yes! “Really?”

“Unless you want to stand around and watch me tell them to bug off.”

She trapped her lip and immediately let it free. “Hurry!”





Chapter Eighteen


SAM AND FAITH stumbled into her dark apartment in a tangle of limbs and lips, laughter and pleas. Faith walked backward down the short hallway toward her bedroom, lifting Sam’s shirt as they kissed, then leaning back just long enough for him to tug it over his head and drop it to the floor. She pulled her top off, and it puddled by their feet. He loved this confident side of her. With her eyes on Sam, she unhooked the front clasp of her bra, and the lace lingerie slipped to the floor. Her breasts were like incandescent moons against her tanned skin. She lowered her chin, looking up at him through her impossibly seductive lashes.

Sam drew her into his arms, his voice hoarse with desire. “Just the sight of you takes me to my knees.”

He sealed his mouth over hers in a merciless kiss, his rigid length growing even harder with the press of her nipples against his bare chest. He took the kiss deeper, delirious from the emotions coursing through him. Beats of pleasure pulsed through him, limb by limb, up his torso, burning in his chest, unleashing his last tethers of restraint.

“Baby,” he said urgently against her lips, before taking her in another rough kiss, much rougher than he’d intended. He didn’t even know what he wanted to say. He just couldn’t hold anything back—not a sound, not a look, not a pleasure-filled groan, like the one streaming from his lungs into hers.

He fisted his hands in her hair, deepening the kiss again, unwilling to relent before he got his fill. His hips jerked forward with the press of hers, shocking him back to the doorway where they stood. He gazed into her sultry, smoky eyes, hoping she was still with him.

“Yes, Sam,” she said clear as day.

Thank fucking God. Their mouths slammed together in another brutal kiss, like explosives held back for too long. They stroked and groped and plundered each other’s mouths, each struggling with the buttons on the other’s jeans. Sam grabbed his wallet from his back pocket as they stripped off their clothes, leaving a trail to the bed. He took out a few condoms and tossed them on the nightstand, still kissing Faith. Their mouths parted long enough for Sam to drink in every lush curve. When his gaze rose to hers, her eyes were locked on his eager cock and her tongue slicked across her lower lip.

“Holy Christ you’re beautiful,” he said, bringing her eyes up to his.

“So…so are you.”

“Faith, you have no idea what you do to me. Every word.” He brushed his thumb along her lips. “The way you look at me.” As he took her in a languid kiss, his insides went soft with emotion, while the rest of him grew harder. The clashing sensations sparked a surge of desire.

He swept her into his arms and laid her on the bed. “The answer was no,” he said as he followed her down. Her brows knitted in confusion and her knees fell open as he settled between them. “In the restaurant. I didn’t see anyone I had slept with. I wanted you to know, but thank you for liking me enough not to pursue it.”

She reached for him. “It’s behind me now. Even if you had, I would still be here.”

It was all he could do to resist plunging deep inside her, to feel her heat swallow every inch of him and truly make her his. He kissed the corners of her mouth, her chin, and sucked on her luscious lower lip, relishing the eager noises coming from her as she writhed beneath him.

She lifted her head and her eyes—God, her eyes said it all—I want you. I need you. Make love to me.

“Tell me,” he coaxed.

“I want you, Sam. Make love to me.”

He knew how hard it was for her to say the words and had to take her in another mind-numbing kiss to keep from blurting out, Thank you for trusting me, which would only embarrass her more. Instead he cradled her face in his hands and said, “All night long, sweet girl.”

She gripped his waist, lifting her hips against his hard length. Her wetness teased his sac, sending spikes of heat down his spine. He trailed kisses down her body, loving her breasts, grazing the sensitive nipples with his teeth, then sucking the way she loved, as his hands played over her hips. He kissed every rib, every inch of her belly, until she was panting. Moving lower, he dragged his tongue around her damp curls. The scent of her arousal drew him in. He spread his hands on her inner thighs, lowered his mouth, and feasted on her wet flesh. There was no holding back the urgency and longing that had been trapped inside him. He stroked and sucked and thrust his tongue deep inside her. She clutched at the sheet, arching against his mouth, groaning through clenched teeth, and he knew she was holding back. He plunged his fingers into her, crooking them to reach her pleasure point.

“Come for me, baby. Let go,” he urged. “You taste so good, look so beautiful. Show me how much you want me.”

Bringing his mouth to her again, he sucked that sensitive bundle of nerves until it was stiff and swollen, and her entire body arched as she shattered against his hand and mouth. Her inner muscles tightened and pulsed. His name left her lips like a prayer, followed by a string of indiscernible sounds of pleasure as she dissolved against him.


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LUST COILED TIGHT and hot in Faith’s core as Sam claimed her oversensitive flesh again, expertly stroking and licking her toward oblivion. Orgasms had never felt like this before. They simmered and sparked with each slick of his tongue, mounting to near bursting with each stroke of his fingers. Her skin was wet with perspiration, electrically charged, sizzling, rocking, arching, reaching for release.

When Sam’s mouth left her, she gasped, lifting her head with the shock of cold air washing between her legs. The look in his eyes as he hovered over her sex, still loving her with his fingers, was raw passion. Good Lord, the man was sex personified. He must have known that seeing him like that—so greedy for her, his mouth wet with her juices, his fingers stroking the secret spot inside her, would take her right up to the edge. His big, hot hand slid over her belly and trapped her nipple between his fingers. He squeezed, and she felt it right between her legs—lightning hot. His lips curved up seconds before his mouth covered her sex again, and he plundered with his tongue and his fingers, squeezing her nipple and sending waves of pleasure radiating from her core, down her legs, her arms, all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. His teeth grazed her flesh just rough and hard enough to spark the orgasm free. Violent pleasure tore through her body, crashing and convulsing with searing heat, peaking with the intensity of a tsunami. Then she was falling again, down, down, down, as Sam licked and kissed, staying there until the world came back into focus.

Sam didn’t rush, didn’t plunge his eager cock into her. He went up on his knees, stroking his formidable erection, squeezing the base as a bead formed at the tip. She loved seeing him touch himself and knew he was trying not to come. The way he was looking at her, like she was the most exquisite creature on earth, made her feel bold—and greedy. On shaky arms she pushed up to a sitting position, hesitating as reality came crashing in.

“Sam, have you…?” She had to ask. Needed to. For her safety.

He cupped her cheek, his eyes warm and loving. “I don’t have unprotected sex, baby, and I’ve been tested twice a year. I didn’t commit, but I wasn’t stupid.”