Sweet as Honey (Aster Valley 2)

And hope. If Sam Rigby was moving to Aster Valley, my life had the potential to crack wide open like a spring rain cloud succumbing to a burst of summer sun.

“Okay, it’s true,” Sam finally admitted. “All of those things are true. Except the chalet I’m going to move into at the lodge doesn’t have room for a dungeon. So I’ll have to make do with sex handcuffs.”

I nodded agreeably. “You may use mine.”

His eyes bugged out again. This was getting fun.

“I’m joking. I only have solo toys,” I admitted. “But you’re kind of fun to tease. And I’m clearly the much better liar between the two of us.”

“Little Truman Sweet. You have anal sex one time and suddenly you’re a tiger.” Sam looked at me like inspecting a new species. “The Truman Tiger.”

“Rawr,” I deadpanned. “Now hush and let me pretend like I don’t have things dripping from… places.”

He laughed loud and deep before pressing another kiss to my lips and hauling himself up to get a cloth from the bathroom. I let myself lie there and bask in the role of pampered one even though it darned near killed me. When he returned from the bathroom, he reached out to wipe me down, murmuring something about being surprised I hadn’t followed him to the bathroom and insisted on cleaning my own self thank you very much.

“I’m trying to keep you guessing,” I said as my face ignited with embarrassment. I’d never had another man wipe me down before, and when the cloth got close to my private parts, I snatched it out of his grip and took over. Apparently, my ability to withstand pampering had hard limits.

Once we were both cleaned up, Sam spooned me under the covers again. “You feeling okay from the sex?” he asked after a few minutes of snuggling.

“I’m feeling boneless and giddy after the sex,” I admitted. “And relaxed enough to doze off.”

“Mm. I thought we came back here because you needed to work. Orders to fill and whatnot? It turns out… you just wanted to seduce me.”

Sam’s voice was deep and languid, the perfect backdrop to the floaty way I was feeling. “You found me out.”

We drifted for a little while, fingertips brushing softly against each other’s skin until my body began to react more strongly and I wanted him again.

I let out a little whimper of need without realizing it.

“You’re killing me,” Sam murmured against my ear. “Please let me have you again. Are you sore? It’s okay. I can do other things.” He proceeded to do lots of other things while my brain scrambled to put thoughts into words.

“Have me again,” I managed. “Please.”

This time it started off slow and breathtakingly sweet. No frantic rush of desperation like before. He treated me like I was the most valuable treasure on earth, and I wallowed in it. No one had ever made me feel so beautiful and sensual. He ran his hands over my body like he wanted to learn every inch. His mouth sipped at my skin like he was thirsting for it, and his murmured endearments sent the drunken hummingbirds flapping wildly around my stomach.

As soon as he pressed inside again, this time from behind, I could tell he was holding way back. He was afraid of hurting me.

“Move,” I said. “More.”

“S’okay. Good like this.”

But I wanted it harder, and somehow I found the guts to tell him so. “Harder. Faster. Fuck me.”

My words made him groan, and his body responded immediately. The slap of his hips against my ass was so hot, it made me even harder. Listening to his grunts and feeling his hard body tense and flex behind me made me feel hot and sexy, powerful and masculine. Desired. Appreciated.

I felt like I was flying.

Sam’s hand came down and wrapped around me, stroking in time with his thrusts until I was crying out my release.

Was this really my life?

I collapsed face-first into the mattress and grinned like a loon.

“Get up, lazyass,” Sam murmured as he kissed me awake. “If you’re not going to pack orders, then we’re going for a ride on the motorcycle.”

He was so excited about it, I agreed happily and washed up before getting dressed in clean clothes.

Sam drove us back over to Rockley Lodge and ran inside to grab the extra helmet he had.

When it was finally time to climb onto the bike, I was having second thoughts.

“Maybe it makes more sense for me to—” I began, but Sam cut me off by lifting me up and plonking me on the back of the seat and slipping his leather jacket over my shoulders. I nodded. “Okay. We’re doing this. It’s happening. Yes. I am riding a motorcycle.”

Sam grinned as he leaned in to kiss me on the lips. His movements slowed as his mouth met mine, and he kissed me as if we had all the time in the world and he wanted to savor the very taste of me.