Taking over the task, he reefed his shorts open and groaned in aching relief when her fingers circled him, gripping him in her tight fist. His eyes closed as she wriggled down the bed and replaced her fist with her mouth. He groaned again, forking his hand into her tumbling mass of hair as she used her lips and tongue to drive him as wild as he’d just driven her.
‘Ruby, angel...’ He lifted her upwards and rolled her beneath him. ‘I need to be inside you,’ he ground out, positioning himself between her thighs, widening them with his knees.
‘Yes.’ She gripped his face in her hands and brought his mouth down to hers as his body surged deep.
Then he swore. ‘Condom,’ he growled against her lips.
‘I’m protected. Remember?’ Her body rose to his and Sam bit back a groan as he sank further inside her tight sheath. Barely giving her time to adjust, he moved in her, filling her over and over with sure, deep strokes. It was as if his body belonged to some primitive part of himself he hadn’t accessed before because he felt possessed. Possessed by some need to claim her and make her his.
‘Relax, angel—you’re so tight. Yes, God, yes, like that.’
He shuddered as her velvet heat clenched and released around his girth, her body milking his and emptying his brain of everything but her. Gripping her bottom in his hands, he angled her against him and drove even harder into her, urged on by her pleading little cries for more until in one fiery liquid moment they both hurled over the edge of reason and space and into the most satisfying release he had ever felt in his life.
He must have slept because at some point Ruby had snuggled into his arms. Or had he moved her there? Right now he didn’t care because her feminine weight pressed up against him was all he could think about. Sensing that she was awake, Sam gently smoothed her hair back from her forehead. ‘We finally made it to a bed,’ he murmured, wondering if he had ever felt this sated before.
‘Are you gloating?’ she murmured sleepily.
‘Not at all,’ he said, knowing that was exactly what he was doing. ‘I’m just relaying that I’m happy. Soft mattress. Soft sheets. Softer woman. What more can a man want?’
His stomach grumbled and Ruby blinked up at him, her gorgeous green eyes still slightly glazed from sleep.
‘Food?’ she suggested.
‘Are you offering to fix me breakfast, angel?’
‘Hmm, let me think about that.’ Her eyes narrowed into threatening slits as she mock glowered at him. ‘No.’
Sam laughed, reaching out to trace a finger down her cute, haughty nose. ‘Well, if you’re not going to fix me breakfast, what are you going to do for me?’
‘Kick you out of bed,’ she suggested sweetly. ‘So you can fix me breakfast.’
Sam collapsed onto his back, taking her with him. ‘After I’ve just serviced you like that?’
‘Serviced me?’ She lifted her head and her blonde hair cascaded like a waterfall of silk over one shoulder. Sam didn’t bother resisting the temptation to thread his fingers through it. It was the most untidy he’d ever seen it and he loved the fact that he was responsible for mussing it. ‘Serviced me?’ she repeated. ‘Like a horse?’
‘Stallion.’ He chuckled softly. ‘Want me to do it again?’
Pink bloomed in her cheeks. ‘Does it involve that thing you did with your tongue?’
‘It might,’ he promised, rolling over on top of her and covering her body with his. ‘Did I hit the spot with that one?’
‘Maybe...’ she groaned as he smoothed her hair back and anchored her head for a hard, hungry kiss.
‘You’re insatiable,’ she breathed, her hands roaming over the powerful slab of muscles that bisected his spine.
His lips tracked a path to her breast. ‘With you I am,’ he murmured, teasing the tip with his tongue.
‘Sam...’ Her voice trailed away as his lips fastened over hers once more, her hips angling upwards. Taking the invitation, Sam rolled her onto her stomach and stretched her hands high above her head.
‘You okay with this?’ he murmured against her ear.
‘That depends on what this—Oh, yes. Yes. Definitely yes.’ That last word was said on a long sigh as his thighs moved between hers and he entered her from behind. The contact was electrifying, wickedly good, and he had to grit his teeth to hold his orgasm at bay so she could reach hers first.