Obsessed (The Protectors #13) - Sloane Kennedy Page 0,40

forward and pressed the side of his face against my abdomen and just held it there. His arms went around my waist. The intimate embrace should've had me eager to find a way to end it, but I found myself reaching a hand out to stroke over his hair instead. We stayed like that for the longest time. It was Sam who made the first move after that. He turned his head and skimmed his lips over the flat of my belly.

I closed my eyes and took in every detail of his soft lips worshiping me. I expected him to work his way south, but to my surprise, Sam rose to his feet instead. His eyes met mine and then his fingers were coming up to smooth over my face. It was like he was trying to memorize my every feature.

"Makes no sense," he whispered softly, and then his mouth was on mine.

It was like coming home. All that cold, dark, empty space inside of me just went away like it had never been.

I returned Sam's kiss as I wrapped my arms around him and drew him flush with my body. Electricity fired through my nerve endings as the familiar need inside of me grew and grew. I threaded my fingers in Sam's soft hair and gripped him gently as I took control of the kiss. He moaned into my mouth, giving in to me without hesitation. It took next to no time for my body to go from zero to one hundred. I managed to keep my mouth on Sam's as I began plucking at his shirt. To my surprise, there were no buttons to release. I tore my mouth from his so I could look at his shirt. Sure enough, it wasn't a dress shirt. It was nothing more than a simple polo shirt.

My eyes jumped to Sam's as I remembered what I’d told him the last time I'd undressed him. I'd told him no more buttons. I knew I was probably placing too much weight on the idea that he might have deliberately chosen a shirt without buttons, but I didn't really care. It took just seconds to divest him of the material and then I was dragging him back into my arms. He kissed me eagerly as his hands roamed along my back and then down to my ass. He rubbed me through my jeans first, but then his hand slipped beneath my waistband and brushed over my skin. I should've been pulling his hand away because I'd never let any guy touch me there, let alone do anything else. I was strictly a top and no guy had ever questioned that.

"Is this okay?" Sam breathed against my mouth.

I found myself nodding before I could even give it much thought. The fact was, I wanted to feel his hands everywhere on me.

Sam's mouth covered mine as his hand slipped into my pants so he could run his palm over my ass. Heat coiled in my belly as he massaged me. It was nothing more than that, but it might as well have been. Thankfully, he would have no way of knowing what all of it was doing to me on the inside. All the questions that his touch was forcing to the surface.

Since I didn't have any answers for those questions and I most certainly wasn't interested in exploring them, I focused on the things I did know.

"Need you," I growled as I reached for the button on Sam’s jeans.

"Yes," Sam responded and then his fingers were on my pants. We frantically worked to undress each other. The second we were naked, I walked Sam backwards until his legs hit the bed and then we were falling onto it. Our hard cocks brushed against each other as Sam wrapped his legs around my waist. As much as I would've liked to go slow, my need for him was too much.

"Hurry, Matias," Sam said as he reached between our bodies and began fisting my dick. “Lube—nightstand."

I hated that I had to let him go long enough to rip open the drawer on his nightstand and find the lube. I automatically began searching for condoms in the drawer but found nothing. "Condoms?" I asked.

Sam didn't respond at all, so I turned my attention back to him. He was watching me with hungry eyes, so I said, "Do you have any?"

He shook his head.

"I have one," I said as I made a move to get off the bed so