She moaned and wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him further down towards her so she could capture his tongue back inside her mouth. He bent his knees, leveling them both and let her take control of the kiss. His mouth responded to the pace she set. His hands traveled down her elegant back to the hem of her tank top. His hands crept underneath the thin fabric, traveling up her smooth skin, sending shivers up her spine. When his fingertips expertly unclasped her bra in one swift motion.
When Sam pulled back from their kiss, it was only because she was lacking oxygen. She dragged in a deep breath, trying to get her ragged breathing under control, when she felt his thick erection strain against her hip. She raised her gaze into his eyes, watching him intently as he swayed against her, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. She closed her eyes slightly and ran her hand down his chest slowly. When her eyes fluttered open, they found his again and she wrapped her hand around the bulge that strained against his shorts. He was huge and hard and he was hers, for tonight. She couldn’t wait to get his pants off. She needed to taste him, to have him pump his hard length in and out of her.
She took a retreating step backward and watched as he warily gazed at her. Her eyes didn’t leave his as she slowly brought her shirt over her head. Nick let out a shaky breath, watching her slowly reveal herself to him, the moment, provoking past memories of the girl he left behind.
Nick walked into his hotel room, he was soaking wet. He and the guys had just gone for a late swim. He ran the towel ruggedly over his head, drying his hair when the lamp next to the bed turned on.
“Jesus Christ!” startled he jumped, his eyes focusing on Sam. “Sam? What’re you doing here?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She sat on the edge of the bed and was staring at his chest. A slight smile formed on her lips before she looked up at his face.
He took a deep breath and walked over to his suitcase, and started looking for a shirt.
“You didn’t answer me, what’re you doing here?” he asked as he heard her footsteps against the carpet. He knew she was coming up behind him. Where the hell was his shirt, he asked himself. “Ah ha! There it is.” He said aloud, grabbing the shirt from underneath a pile of clothes. When she placed her hand on his bare shoulder, he turned abruptly. Their eyes met, hers full of mischief and want, shit he was fucked.
“Sam, go back to your room.” He said roughly.
“I don’t want to, Nick.” She grabbed the shirt from his hand. He closed his eyes and counted down from ten before opening them again. She had thrown his shirt on the floor.
“You need to.” He said.
“Why?” She tilted her head, reaching out she, rested her palm flat against his chest. Then she took a step closer. “Can I ask you something?” She looked up at him, the mischief gone from her eyes. Sincerity shining through, he was a goner. He nodded, his restraint slipping away from him. “Do you ever wonder what if?” Her hand ran down the ridges of his abdomen. “Because I do. I think what if all the time. Like, what if you and I stopped playing games?” She said softly. Her voice was lethal to him. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her lower half against his. She gasped. He waited a moment, then he bent his knees so they were eye level now.
“Sam, you’re killing me.”
“I don’t mean to.” She whispered. “I just don’t want to go on, wondering.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe it will mean nothing to us. At least we can say we tried.”
“We both know that’s not what will happen.” He said gruffly.
“Prove it.” She said, and those were the last word either of them spoke.
Nick cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. Whatever little restraint he had left, stayed in place, allowing him to be gentle as he slowly kissed her. At that moment he had felt like those lips were what every man pictured when they yearned to be kissed by a woman. They were soft and plump and grabbed onto his perfectly. She grabbed the ends of his hair, plastering her body against his. Goodbye restraint, you tried to hold on. He licked her lips seeking admittance, and when her lips parted he slid home. She tasted so sweet, he never would get his fill.
He blinked several times as if he would blink away the memories that flooded him. The past didn’t matter, not now. Now he had the woman he’d been dreaming of in front him, looking at him as if he was her saving grace and hell if he wouldn’t admit that she was his. She let her bra straps slide down her arms, baring her perky breasts to him. He inhaled sharply as his eyes soaked her in. Her breasts were fuller than he remembered as the pink buds of her nipples called out to him. He must’ve been ogling her for longer than he realized because she was shifting nervously from foot to foot waiting for him to make a move.