Samuel’s car pulls up to the curb and he breaks the kiss. His eyes flash red, a sadistic grin pulling at his lips. Her mind tries to warn her that something isn’t right. Images of the man in her mirror try to surface, then are pushed away. The valets open both doors and she gets in the passenger seat, Samuel behind the wheel.
He reaches for her, his fingers touching the side of her cheek. Turning her to face him, her eyes are lowered. She feels his lips touch her cheek, then her temple. He kisses close to her ear, and her hand moves up over his. He kisses the corner of her lips and she turns into him, their lips meeting. His hand moves further into her hair and he lightly grips the back of her head. His tongue sweeps over her lips and she opens her mouth, allowing him entrance.
As if Samuel has breathed life back into her, Lisa whimpers softly and her hands move to his face, pulling him closer. She wants to feel his body against hers; she wants to run her fingers over his chest, down his stomach; she wants to feel him inside of her. He pulls away and their breaths sound ragged. Looking into her eyes, he gives her a grin that sends a shiver down her spine. His hands move to the steering wheel. Grasping the gearshift, he puts the car into drive and heads toward her home.
Chapter 9
Pulling into Lisa’s parking garage, Samuel gets out first and makes his way to her door. Opening it, he takes her hand and she steps out. Pulling her towards him, he puts his hands around her waist and his lips brush against hers. Her hands move up his arms, his biceps flexing gently against her hands. “Samuel…” she whispers against his lips. He pulls back to look into her eyes. Her mind’s in a fog. All she can see and hear is him.
Placing her hand in his, she turns away from him and they walk to the elevator. Standing behind her, Samuel’s hands move to her hips and she brushes her hair to the left, exposing the side of her neck. As she presses the button to go up, his lips brush across the nape of her neck, just below her ear. Her eyes close, his hands pulling her body flush against his.
When the doors slide open, they step inside. Lisa looks over long enough to press “2”, then turns back to Samuel. He presses her back against the elevator wall, his hand moving down to her thigh. He pulls it up around his waist and presses against her. A soft moan leaves her lips, her hands grasping his arms. As the elevator dings and the doors open, Samuel pulls away from her, adjusting his pants. She grins, takes his hand in hers, and leads him down the hallway and to her door. Pulling her hair to the side, his lips are on her neck as she unlocks her door. Pushing it open, Lisa turns to him. “Won’t you come in?” He chuckles and follows her inside.
As soon as she shuts the door and locks it, Samuel turns her to face him. The intensity in his eyes is fierce. She gasps and holds her breath. His fingers move into her hair, his nose grazing against her face. She exhales, then breathes him in. If lust could be a scent, it would have Samuel’s name. Her eyes close and her head tilts to the side.
His lips brush against her jaw, then her ear. “I want you,” he whispers.
She shivers as her hands move around his waist, then up his back. The muscles in his body ripple against her palms. Lisa swallows hard, trying to keep her breathing under control. “Then take me.”
His lips come back to claim hers in a kiss so fierce that she feels herself begin to crumble under the pressure of it. He pushes against her so hard that her back hits against the door. Samuel’s hands move down over her ass as he picks her up, pulling her legs around his waist. Her arms wrap around his neck and her body blazes against his touch.
Carrying her towards the bedroom, they collapse on her bed. He grinds his body against her, his erection hard between her thighs. She moans against his lips and moves her hands into his hair. She presses her heels against his ass, pushing him harder against her. He responds by growling against her lips. “I want to be inside you.” She whimpers against his lips, letting herself become enthralled by him.
Pulling back to look down into her eyes, he gets off the bed. Looking down at her, he begins to unbutton his shirt. She grins, then gets up on her knees. Grasping his shirt, she pulls, buttons fly across the room. He laughs as her hands move up his chest, over his undershirt. She pushes the torn shirt off of his arms. Her fingers gingerly glide over his chest before she grasps the material of the t-shirt. Untucking it, she pushes it up his body. Looking down, she parts her lips at the beautiful artwork that is Samuel’s body.