Page 21 of Mud, Love, and Chemistry

He pulls his mouth from mine, trailing kisses to my ear. “Brynn, I lied.”

My heart leaps into my throat. What the fuck does he mean he lied? Lied about what?

“I didn’t want to sit up just so I could kiss you.” He nips at my earlobe before nudging me back to take my nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicks and swirls as his fingers massage.

All I can do is let my head fall back and a groan of pleasure slips from my lips.

With a gentle kiss, he whispers, “I wanted to kiss these, too.”

“You’re forgiven,” I say between breaths.

As Sam laves my nipples, he also moves his hips in tempo with mine. He’s letting me keep control, but he’s amping up the pressure that much more. It’s extremely hot.

When our desires grow too intense, we speed up our movements. What was sensual lovemaking is fast becoming carnal lust. It’s so intense, I lose myself in the moment. It’s not like me. I’m always on top of things, always in the know, but right now, my brain is fuzzy with pleasure. I don’t even know how to move myself.

Sam seems to read me. Without relinquishing my nipple from his mouth, he clamps his hand on my hip, his fingers digging into the side of my ass. His other hand wraps around my upper back, bracing me so I can stay upright. Bending his knees, his hips take over all the work.

“Let go, Brynn. Enjoy yourself,” he growls against my breast.

I obey. I let him hold me, let him fulfill me. I release my grip on this moment and simply fall into another pool of desire, lust, and passion. As I call out his name over and over, I tumble into another crest, breaking with it like the tide.

My body shudders.

His grip tightens.

When my walls clench around him, he gives another few strong thrusts before he meets his own release. His cock pulsates inside of me as we both hit the peak of our climax. Soon, our movements slow. Our bodies shake together. It takes several moments for either of us to regain our composure.

With a deep inhale, he lifts his head and when his gaze meets mine, I see adoration in his languid eyes. He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You okay?”

“I’m better than okay.”

“So, you enjoyed yourself, then?”

I nod. “Many times.”

“Mmm,” he hums as his finger traces my lower lip. “Does that mean you want to do it again?”

For the love of all that is holy, yes! “If you want to.”

“Brynn,” Sam says, grit lacing his tone. “I want nothing more than to watch your gorgeous body shudder with the pleasure I give to you.”

I try to swallow, but my mouth has run dry, so I settle for, “Kiss me again.”

And he does. All night long.

Chapter 7

The next morning, I wake in an empty bed. It’s not at all what I expect. I don’t know exactly what I expected, but I thought I’d wake up with Sam’s arms still around me, since that’s how we fell asleep last night. At the very least, with him laying next to me. Instead, I’m wrapped in the thin hotel blanket, still naked, and quite confused.

At first, I think Sam is in the bathroom. I sit very still, and listen carefully, but I don’t hear anything. No running water, no hum of an electric razor, not even the shuffling of a toothbrush. I’m all alone.

Panic bubbles in my gut. Which is a strange sensation considering the defeat that’s weighing down my chest.

How could he leave? After everything we shared last night? After a night I can only describe as magical? Was it all a lie?

Of course it was. I’m so incredibly stupid. How could I have believed everything he said? I let some guy feed me a load of crap and I ate it up. This has got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever?

The click of the hotel room door pulls my attention away from my pity party, and I gather the blankets to my chest. I expect it to be housekeeping, but instead, Sam waltzes through the doorway. He’s holding a cardboard drink carrier with three to-go cups in it while a plate of breakfast foods balances on top. He tucks his keycard into his pocket and takes the plate off the stack.

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