Page 63 of Hearts on the Table
A soft gasp escaped when his thumb dipped, charting a path to my navel
“Yes?” His breath was warm, beard tickling the back of my neck.
“Yes.” The night was quiet and still. We were inside the bubble again. Any noise above a whisper would interrupt the heavy, heady air between us.
“I should have let you sleep.” His fingers swept lower, bolder. He blazed a path across my stomach to the waistband of my underwear before traveling back up to my ribs. “But I couldn’t help myself. You are so gorgeous laying in my bed, wearing my clothes. I had to feel you.”
“I want you to. Feel me.”Please. He maintained that steady rhythm of his hand. My thighs clenched.
“Tell me where. I want everything, Lainey. Tell me where to start.”
I gulped. Everywhere sounded like an excellent place to start. I wanted to feel him all over me. My legs shifted restlessly, sliding against him.
“Where, Sweetheart? Higher?” His palms flowed over my skin, up, up, until the edge of his hand barely grazed the rise of my breast. I sucked in a breath.
“Yes. Higher.”
“What about here? Lower?” He toyed with the lace of my panties, circling around and around where cloth met the skinbetween my hips. I arched against him, pressing into his hips to feel the hard length of his arousal.
His groan blended with mine. He was already hard. It went straight to my head. More heat flooded between my legs when I repeated the motion. He’d barely even touched me and I was already wet. Every moment we’d spent together for the last few weeks had just been an on-ramp; a build-up for what was about to happen. Even the fireworks in the R3’s parking lot had just been a precursor to this. In the quiet dark of his room, hearing his quickening breath in my ear, it felt different. Serious. Deeper.
His hand flattened, squeezing my hips back against him. “Feel so good right there, Honey. Soft and sweet.” He grunted, digging his cock into me. “But you want me up here, is that right?”
I wanted to whimper when his hand moved, releasing his grip on my hip. His thumb swept once more up my chest, cupping me, his fingers never quite landing right where I wanted them. The ensuing ache between my thighs was nearly unbearable. He kissed a line down my neck. I actuallydidwhimper when I felt his teeth graze my shoulder.
“Sam.” My legs churned beneath the covers, scrambling to find some relief from the sweet heat rushing through me. I was burning up, and he wasn’t where I needed him.
“Hmm?” He licked a spot near my throat lazily, like he had all night for this. I wasn’t even sure I had ten more minutes before I was going to combust.
“Stop teasing. Please.”
I unintentionally set something off with my desperate pleading. He moved so quickly my head spun. Rough hands pulled me onto my back and then he was over me, sinking his hips, lining us up right there.
Our mouths clashed, tongues tangling. I grabbed at him, scrambling to pull him closer. He thrust his hips. My head tilted back on the pillow, following the direction of his fingers in my hair. Mouths opened wider. I wanted to claw at him until our bodies melted together.
When he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, my fingers pulled at the elastic of his waistband. He had the same idea I did, pushing at my shirt. Between the two of us, we flung it away somewhere into the dark of the room. His lips were wet against my throat, tongue lapping at my pulse point.
“Show me, Honey. Show me what you want. What you like.Goddamn.” He groaned against my skin when I bucked against him. The friction was so good and still so far from what I really wanted. I was hot for him, absolutely panting, still tugging on the cloth at his hips. He was rock hard, moving his hips mindlessly against mine.
A frustrated, animalistic noise ripped from his throat and he jerked away, propping up over me, fists on either side of my head. I groaned at the loss of his skin against mine.
“Touch yourself.” He sounded gritty.
“Sam.” His name a sigh, breathless as I tried to arch closer. I dragged one knee up his waist. He caught it, pinning it to his side to stroke my skin. A reminder that no matter how much the veins in his arms stood out or how urgently he pressed against me, he’d be gentle. He’d never treated me like glass, but sometimes he looked at me with a reverence I wasn’t sure I deserved. Times like now.
His eyes roamed my body, bare except for a scrap of underwear. He looked like he was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up. His dick strained against the front of his pants. Lips red from how I’d practically attacked him only seconds ago.
“Sam,” I repeated his name, sounding dazed. I cupped my breasts, fingers pulling at my nipples like I needed him to. Irolled them, biting my lip to stop from groaning. Sam’s throat worked as he watched. I didn’t have the time or inclination to feel self-conscious about his stark appraisal. Not when he was looking at me like I was his dream come true.
He studied my pinching fingers like it was the most important thing in the world. He grunted when I tugged at them. His hips pulsed against mine involuntarily.
“I know you like it a little rough, Sweetheart. Show me how you get off.” His words made me shake. He pressed my leg tighter to him, holding me open for those little rhythmic presses that did nothing to ease the heat between my thighs. He only drove me higher. “If it were my hands on those tits, my fingers working you over, what would you want me to do?”
I pinched harder, pulling my nipples with one hand while the other trailed down my stomach. What would I want his hands to be doing? This.
I dove beneath my waistband, driving my fingers through the drenched wetness I found there. Too slick. I couldn’t find any sort of purchase. My finger pumped inside. I added another.
“Wait, baby, fuck, let me see.” I hardly noticed when he ripped my panties off, baring all of me to him. I was lost, consumed by his words and his eyes on my body. Those whisper-soft strokes that had moved from my knee up my thigh.
