a thick voice.
“Yes,” he managed. “I like.”
She licked and suckled his nipples until he groaned deep in his throat. With a flirtatious smile, she straightened and lifted her hair off her neck, then let it fall down around her shoulders, inviting him to touch her. He stroked her breasts, tested their weight, massaged and caressed. He closed his eyes for a second, struggling for control.
Groaning softly, she continued her sensual assault, licking her way down his chest and blowing soft air on the skin she’d touched.
She slid down his body and kissed the tip of his penis, licking the drops of semen that leaked out. Lifting her head, her dark gaze locked with his. “Aiden,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop.”
Leaning closer, she rubbed her breasts over his cock. He slid in and out between her cleavage imagining himself inside her. Her hair fell forward and brushed the sensitized skin of his abdomen. Guttural cries came from her. Her desire to please him filled him with pride.
With cat-like grace, she straightened and stretched her arms above her head. Her breasts, with their pink-tipped nipples, peeked from the glossy strands of her hair that draped across her chest.
“God, Sam.”
“You do things to me,” she whispered, moving in for another soul-searing kiss. “Make me want you. No one else—”
He touched a finger to her lips. “Shhh. It’s just you and me here. No one else.”
With a soft smile, she shifted off him to kneel between his legs. She touched his penis, running her fingers over the length, making him groan. Then she wrapped her hand around him and slowly massaged him. He threw back his head and closed his eyes, lost in Sam’s heat, in her touch. As she licked and sucked the tip of his shaft, he fought for control. She instinctively knew how to please him. She belonged with him, and only him. The thought scared him to death. She could walk out on him again. He wouldn’t think of that now.
When she took him into her mouth, he cupped the back of her head, pressing her face closer.
Moaning, she fondled his sac and swirled her tongue over the tip of his penis, then took him more fully into her hot, wet mouth. He felt his climax building. He couldn’t hold off much longer. He needed to be inside her.
He reared up, dislodging her hold on him. Grabbing her under her arms, he rolled her onto her back and settled himself between her legs. She stared up at him with passion and trust. Inhaling his own scent of musk that clung to her, he dipped his head to lave and suckle the hard peak of one breast.
“Aiden,” she whispered.
The green fire in her eyes burned him from the inside out. His cock felt ready to burst. When he thrust inside her, she groaned her pleasure and wrapped her legs high around his hips. He rode her hard and fast until all thought fled his mind and he knew only Sam and only this moment.
They came together in a climax that left them both shaking. When his breathing slowed, he rolled off her and pulled her to him, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
“That was incredible,” she said in a husky whisper. “I’ve never—”
He took her lips in a quick kiss, stopping her words. He didn’t care about other men. He cared only that this wonderful, sexy woman gave herself to him so freely.
After long moments in each other’s arms, she moved away and propped herself on her elbow. He tangled his fingers in the soft strands of her hair and pulled her down for another kiss.
When the kiss ended, she looked into his eyes. “We didn’t use protection.”
He skimmed his fingers over her defined cheekbones. “I’m sorry. I wanted you too badly to think of anything else.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Are you on anything?”
She shook her head. “It’s a good time. We should be all right.”
A twinge of disappointment hit him. What would it be like to see Sam carrying his baby? He tamped down the thought. A baby would bind her to
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