Forcing her heavy eyelids open, she caught sight of his golden-brown hair, his face lost to her, buried against her.
“Sam,” she said, his name escaping, the word more a plea.
“Right here.” Which sounded like a promise, and moisture dampened her bottoms even more.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of her bikini and slowly slid the bathing suit down and off her legs.
Bared in broad daylight beneath the afternoon sun, she ought to be embarrassed, but she knew they were alone. And with his green-gold gaze darkened with desire, she didn’t care about anything except the pulsing needs of her body and his.
“So damn sexy,” he said, lowering his head to her body once more.
Only this time he slid his tongue directly over her damp sex and began to work her in earnest. No more teasing, his tongue slid over her outer folds, giving each one thorough, loving treatment, before sliding his tongue briefly over her clit.
Her hips jerked and she gripped his head, centering herself, unable to hold still as the beautiful sensations built inside her. “Sam, God. Don’t stop.”
One long swipe of his tongue was her answer.
Then he grasped her thighs and slid his tongue inside her. She pulled at his hair, thrusting her hips against his eager mouth. He gripped her legs tighter, playing her body faster, flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit, then easing off long enough for her to catch her breath, only to start up again.
He brought her close and pulled back, close and pulled back, until she writhed beneath him, a frantic mess of need, every nerve ending in her body screaming for the release he deliberately denied her.
Then suddenly, he nipped at her clit and then pressed his tongue down hard and flat against her and she shattered, her body imploding in the most mind-blowing orgasm that seemed to go on and on, until she could swear she saw bright, colorful stars behind her eyes.
She’d barely come back to herself when a shadow loomed over her. Sam stood before her. He’d shed his swim trunks and his big, beautiful body stood poised at her entrance.
He glanced down at her and groaned. “The damned lounge chair is too low. I need to fuck you and I can’t do it on that flimsy thing.” Before she could blink, he lifted her up and into his arms.
“Then get us inside,” she said in a husky voice she didn’t recognize.
He nodded and headed into the house, her still-throbbing heat rubbing almost painfully against his hard erection as he carried her to their guest bedroom.
She pressed her lips against his and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I could get used to being carried around naked by you,” she said, nuzzling her face into the sweat-slickened skin of his neck, reveling in his masculine scent and heat.
He stiffened at her words, but before she could react, he had her flat on her back, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and thrust
home. He was big, thick, and she needed him inside her more than she’d realized. Her body tightened around him, pulling him in deeper.
She opened her eyes just as he slid out and thrust back inside. She felt him everywhere, and she moaned her approval. “More,” she said, arching her hips.
“You sure?”
She nodded.
He closed his eyes and took her harder, pounding into her with renewed determination. The muscles corded in his neck, his jaw set tight, and she marveled that she made him lose control this way. The very thought had her body reacting, and she welcomed the insistent pleasure that began building all over again.
As he took her hard, she was lost, and knew the last of her walls had crumbled. She’d always known she could fall hard for him even as she’d agreed to nothing serious between them. And as he played her body so well, bringing her over the edge once more, she took that final tumble into love.
Sam opened his eyes and watched Nicole’s face, taking in the soft expression as she came hard, again, for him.
“God, Sam, I’m still coming.” Awe and passion etched her words, his willing partner in every way.
He held on by a thread but wanted her to finish, to milk every last bit of her pleasure around his cock before he let go.
She arched, her body clamping around him, her inner walls rippling. With her gorgeous face open and honest as pleasure consumed her, his body tightened and her final cry triggered his release and he poured himself into her, pounding over and over until he was done, spent, gone.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, until he felt her fingers sift through his hair. His heart beat hard in his chest and he knew it wasn’t just a physical response to phenomenal sex. Although it had been that.
The usual fear of commitment and ultimate rejection threatened to set in, and he fought it back. For right now, what they shared was solid. Not to mention how much she needed him to stand by her throughout this mess with Tyler’s father and his business.