“You feel it, don’t you?” He studied my eyes.
I nodded.
My breasts were sticky from the whipped cream, but my skin glowed with anticipation for what he’d do next.
“Then we’ll figure it out,” he explained. He hovered over me and I had a hard time imagining I could tell him no. But there was no logic to this. How could we possibly work?
“But…”
“Shh.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “You have to leave in an hour and I want to fuck you so you know there will be a next time.”
“I want a next time.”
“Me too.”
“Sam?”
“Hmm?”
His hands slid over my slit and I sighed. “That position earlier.”
“The one on your stomach?” He flicked over my clit and I jerked.
“Yes, that one.” I breathed. “I’d never tried it before.”
He pushed my knees to the side and settled over me. “It’s called the dragon, baby.”
Holy hell. I looked at the dragon emblazoned on his arm and wanted to ask the most obvious question, but I pulled him toward me as my legs fell open and he plunged deep inside me. I bowed off the bed.
We had an hour together, and suddenly I knew what Sam meant by proving there was a next time.
19
Sam
I held her against my chest. I didn’t want to let her walk out of the door.
“I’ll call you when we get back to Austin.”
I kissed her lips, drinking in the sweetness I was now addicted to. “Good.”
“I have to go or Heather is going to get suspicious.” She tried to free herself, but I refused to let go. “She already knows about what happened between us last time.”
“Five more minutes,” I pleaded.
She laughed. “No, you had your five more minutes already.”
True. She had given me a fucking awesome blowjob. She said it was a parting gift.
“I like that kind of five minutes. I want another one.”
“Really, I have to get back to the room. I need a couple hours of sleep before the photo shoot too.”
I let my hands fall to my sides so she could walk out of my arms, but she stayed another second looking into my eyes.
“This is crazy,” she said.
I shrugged. “Crazy is what we did the last few hours. Wanting to keep doing it isn’t crazy at all.”