Shadow of Sin(20)

Mesmerized, he trailed a finger over the wet lips of her pussy. “Perfect.”



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Two or three orgasms?

What had she been thinking? She’d never had multiple orgasms. Of course, most of the men she’d been with hadn’t been worth the effort. Something told her Caleb Martin could change all that.

Samantha held her breath and willed herself not to come as his fingers teased over her mound.

Sweet mercy, he’d hardly touched her and she could already feel the telltale signs of an orgasm tightening in her belly. She needed to get hold of herself. After endless nights dreaming of having Caleb in her bed, she wasn’t going to spoil her chance to enjoy him by finishing too soon.

“Be right back.” He pointed at her. “Don’t move.”

“Okay, okay. Bossy.” She rolled her eyes, drawing a growl from him as he left the room. “Hurry up!” she called for good measure.

Samantha stared at the ceiling and tried to regain control of her body. She had no idea what just happened. One minute they’d been arguing—nothing new there—and the next, they were naked. Well, she was naked. With her hands clasped above her head.

The whole situation was surreal.

She shifted her hips from side to side then squeezed her legs together, trying to relieve the ache he’d caused. If he didn’t come back soon, she’d say to hell with it and take matters into her own hands. Again.

She really hoped that wouldn’t be necessary.

He strolled back into the room, stopping just inside the door. He flashed a wicked smile and her breath caught. His smiles were rare, and she’d never imagined the power of being the recipient. The expression softened the hard lines of his jaw and his eyes gleamed with knowing, with an arrogance that said he knew exactly what effect he’d had on her.

“Let’s see what we can do to end your dry spell, shall we?” He tossed a condom on the bed beside her.

“I wouldn’t call it dry,” she teased, disappointed he hadn’t returned with a whole box. One condom meant he didn’t intend to linger, but to get the job done and be on his way. Exactly as she’d told him they would do when this was over.

She wouldn’t think about that now. She was moments away from having him naked and buried inside her. She’d have plenty of time to deal with regrets later.

“Oh really?” He stood at the end of the bed, his hands resting on her feet. “Show me.”

Oh god. “What?”

“You heard me, Samantha. Don’t go shy on me now. Spread those gorgeous legs, sugar. Show me that sweet pussy. Let me see how wet you are.”

“I’ve never been accused of being shy.” Lightning shot through her veins as she eased her thighs apart. The cool air teased her swollen clit, causing a shiver to curl its way up her spine. Her stomach contracted. Holy shit, she was so close.

Samantha wasn’t a virgin, for chrissake. Far from it. Yet, she’d never been so aroused, so ready for a man in her life.

Her breasts weren’t normally sensitive. In fact, she usually got bored when a lover played with her nipples. The play didn’t do anything for her. But now, under Caleb’s watchful eye, her breasts grew heavy, their tips drawing so tight she had to force herself not to touch, to grab and massage, to ease the ache, the need burning its way through her body.

Proof of how much she wanted this. Him.

Caleb ran his fingers over the tops of her feet. His touch was light, barely there, yet she felt him as if he’d grabbed her. The heat and roughness of his skin created a sensation so delicious, she couldn’t help but groan.

“Are you planning to torture me?”

“Of course not,” he said in a tone that didn’t reassure her.

His fingers moved to the inside of her ankle, traveling up the inside of her leg. Her pussy clenched when he reached under and teased the back of her knee. Everywhere he touched, he left a fire in his wake. Over the top of one thigh, through the patch of hair at her sex, across her hip and down the other thigh.

Samantha fisted the pillow behind her head to keep from reaching out. Caleb was a man who liked his commands followed, and she didn’t want to risk him stopping if she moved. But he made it really hard to focus. To think about anything except where he would touch her next.

What was he doing to her?

He reached the back of her other knee and she shivered as her skin erupted with goosebumps. She’d never been so sensitive in her life. He’d turned her skin into a blanket of electricity, every nerve reaching for the surface as if to gain his attention.

She opened her legs further and arched her hips, encouraging him to touch her where she needed him.

“Damn it,” she complained when he bypassed her pussy and moved across her stomach. “You’re killing me here.”