She moaned softly against him. The sound went straight to his groin, making him hard in a matter of seconds. His senses were overflowing, with her taste, her scent, her touch. His body was vibrating to the sound of her sighs.
‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ he whispered.
‘You’re the beautiful one.’
It was like music to his ears. The girl he wanted, wanting him back.
Cesca arched into him, looping her arms around his neck, linking her fingers as she caressed his skin there. He could feel the warm softness of her body pressed against him. She tasted sweet, her mouth warm, wet and everything he’d hoped for. Sam wanted to pinch himself, see if he was still awake, or if this was another one of those dreams that had been plaguing him for days. The ones that woke him up with a confused mind and a hard dick. The ones where she was always out of reach.
He’d thought she was out of reach in reality, too. He’d placed her there, after all. In his collection of things to admire but not touch, she was number one on the list.
Yet here he was, touching her all over, and it was god-damned amazing.
‘Sam.’ Her words formed against his mouth. He could feel them vibrating there.
‘Mmm.’ He wasn’t willing to stop kissing her. Not yet. Instead he dipped her back, angling her head further still, sliding his lips down to kiss and nip at her neck. Her skin still held a memory of perfume there. Something classy and floral. He could smell it, inhale it, practically taste it.
‘God, Sam.’ Her words were little more than air. Gasped and strangled. ‘Don’t stop.’
‘Wasn’t going to.’ He moved his hand up from her waist, cupping her breasts, feeling the shape of them against his palm. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric there. He pinched one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling her flesh until he could feel her fingers dig into his neck. Her nails scraped his skin, a harsh, scratching pain that only made him want more.
‘Did he touch you like this?’
‘No.’ She shook her head rapidly.
‘Did he make you feel like this?’
‘Never.’
‘I can’t stand to think about it.’
‘Then don’t. Nothing happened. He hardly talked to me, he was busy all night. And even if he had I would have bored him to death. You’re the only subject I wanted to talk about, anyway.’
‘You wanted to talk about me?’
‘Everything about tonight was about you. Even the clothes I’m wearing.’
‘In that case, I appreciate them.’
Sam slid his hand beneath the neckline of her dress, the thin fabric giving way beneath his touch. He could feel the lace of her bra, barely covering her breasts, a sudden roughness in contrast to her silky-soft skin. When he brushed his thumb against her nipple it made Cesca jump. A quiet ‘oh’ escaped from her lips. Sam glanced up from his vantage point at her neck, catching her eyes. They were wide, expressive, reflecting the light of the hallway. He wanted to lose himself in their warm depths. There was a wonder there, a shock at the way the evening had turned, but also a desire that he could feel touching him deep inside.
He pulled back, lifting his head to hers. ‘I’ve bee
n thinking about doing this for days.’
‘You have?’ She frowned. ‘I didn’t notice.’
‘You didn’t notice me following you around the house? You didn’t see me stalking you out to the car tonight, and pretty much warning off your date?’
A chuckle rumbled from her throat. ‘I did wonder why you were so angry.’
‘I was furious,’ he told her, reaching out a finger to trace along the swell of her breasts. He stopped in the middle, where the flesh dipped against her ribcage. There was a line of tiny buttons there and he unfastened them one by one, until the fabric fell open, revealing her pale blue bra. ‘You were going out with another man. And all I could think of was that you were going to have a better time with him than me.’
‘I didn’t.’ Her voice cut off as he pushed his fingers beneath the lace edge of her bra. ‘Have a better time, that is. I barely saw him, if you want to know. He spent more time talking to the owner than he did with me.’
It was Sam’s turn to frown. ‘What an asshole.’ His fingers slid completely inside. She gasped as she felt the tips slide against her. ‘I wouldn’t ignore you on a date.’
‘I know you wouldn’t.’