“And I need you to trust me here. I know you’re still worried about me, but I’m not going back to that place.”
His body tightened, and his eyes squinted suspiciously.
“I want to go home with you, Sam. I’ll see a therapist if that’s what it takes to make you feel comfortable, but I want to end every night with you. Your nightly phone calls and silly pictures have helped me more than any doctor ever could. Take me home and let me struggle with you.”
His head lolled back as he stared up at the ceiling. “That’s not fair. You can’t use my words against me.”
“I’m not using them against you.” I grabbed both sides of his face and tipped his lips to mine. “I repurposed them.” I winked.
He chuckled against my mouth. “Fine.”
I smiled huge. “Fine?”
He let out a resigned growl. “Come home with me, Levee.”
“Okay, okay. If you insist,” I teased.
“I officially insist.” He turned, tossing me off his lap and onto the bed.
His hard body followed, covering me completely. Holding his weight on his elbows at my sides, he lowered his mouth to mine in a hypnotizing kiss that sent heat pooling between my legs. I slid a hand down the back of his jeans and used his ass to grind against him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his dick thickening between us. “I’m also going to insist you start birth control as soon as fucking possible. I’m done with condoms.” He pushed off the bed and, in one fluid movement, popped the button on my jeans open and dragged them off. His pants quickly joined them on the floor.
Lying in front of Sam in nothing but my bra and panties was more exhilarating than any stage I’d ever stepped foot on. His eyes turned dark and warmth washed over me as they swept up my body.
“You’ve gained weight,” he said, removing my panties.
I wanted to be annoyed, but two of his fingers filled me, and just as quickly, his thumb found my clit. It had been too long without his touch, and my legs fell open, pleading for more.
“You’ll always be beautiful, Levee. But you were too thin before. This”—he guided a hand over my stomach then up to my breasts—“is perfection.”
Pushing up on my forearms, I caught his mouth before he had a chance to straighten back up. My hand cupped the back of his neck as I held his lips to mine, only releasing when his fingers suddenly twisted inside me.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, falling back against the pillows.
Sam stood at the edge of the bed, watching me lose myself in his skilled hands. I opened my eyes long enough to find him working his thick shaft with his free hand while he stared at where his fingers were pumping inside me. He constantly licked his lips, and pure, unadulterated lust covered his face. As if he felt my gaze, his eyes flashed to mine. Absolute love shined in his golden eyes, rendering me unable to look away.
He’d been wrong. That was perfection.
“I want you inside me,” I breathed.
He didn’t answer me, but his hand disappeared as he began searching the ground for his jeans.
I sat up and took his dick in my hand, stilling him by stroking it from base to tip. “No condom, Sam.”
“We need to be safe—shiiiit.” He groaned when I leaned down and laved my tongue over the metal barbell. He threaded his fingers into my hair as I swirled my tongue around the rim of his head and over the salty bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip.
Peeking up through my lashes, I repeated, “No condom.”
“We can’t,” he complained, but he did it while giving up on the search for his wallet and prowling after me as I scooted up the bed.
“I’ve been on birth control since I was seventeen,” I said while he silently removed my bra. “I’m clean and I’m assuming you are too. Now, fuck me bare. Please.”
His eyes flared wide, but that was the only warning I received. Kneeling between my legs, he slammed inside me. Sex with Sam was always that way.
Needy.
Fast.
Rough.
Incredible.
But, without a barrier between us and with love radiating from his eyes, it was so much more.
It was the end of uncertainty.