was Sam’s face peering down at me with more vulnerability than I could handle. He brushed my hair from my eyes with his careful fingers. And his mouth met mine in a kiss made of sighs. His thumbs swiped across my cheekbones, body lowering onto mine. And it felt delicious—his bare skin on my bare skin, the glorious weight of his hips pressing between my spread legs, his hands cupping my face. We weren’t moving, just frozen like that, drinking each other in. His back muscles flexed beneath my wandering fingers—so hard, like they’d been carved from stone. When they reached his ass, I gripped him hard and felt him thrust his cock over my still-sensitive clit in response.
“I retract my statement,” I said, laughing a little as he kissed my neck. He slid against my clit again, and I bit my lip. So good already—how was that possible? “You’re the best at everything, and I’m not even mad about it.”
His teeth coasted along my jawline. “Don’t doubt your ability to accomplish anything you set your mind to.”
I hummed a little, delighted.
“Especially with my head between your legs,” he growled, teeth nipping. He gave me a harder rock of cock-against-clit. “And you should know my new mission in life is to have my tongue on you whenever you demand.”
“This takes arguing with you to a whole new level,” I said, a little delirious from the thrusting. I was gripping his perfect ass hard, meeting every stroke. We weren’t even fucking, but this tease was too damn amazing.
His groan vibrated against my ear. “Imagine our sparring sessions,” he whispered. “I’d tap out every time. You’d only need to pin me to the floor and lower that delicious pussy onto my face.”
“Jesus, Sam,” I panted. “Sam.” His hot mouth landed on my breasts, sucking one, then the other, fully into his mouth. “Then you admit I can take you to the floor?”
His reaction was to hoist my legs high on his waist and pin my wrists to the floor. My partner knew everything I wanted—always. His lips teased mine.
“I’d like to see you try, Evandale.”
44
Sam
I’d said it on purpose.
Freya knew I’d said it on purpose. And instead of resisting the competitive sides of our nature, I felt a shift between the two of us. An opening. And a hard shove from the beautiful naked woman beneath me.
My back hit the rug, wrists wrenched overhead. Her smirk swam into view, cheeks flushed. I allowed myself an honest grin—which I’d spent years restraining whenever she was in my presence. But now, moments after experiencing the perfection of her cries of orgasm as my tongue licked her clit, how could I deny myself anything? I’d never deny myself unfettered joy ever, ever again.
“Are you trying to best me?” I teased.
Her eyebrow lifted. “I demand it.”
“What?” I asked. I pushed against her hands, loosening her hold. Immediately gripped her slim hips.
“Your tongue.”
I yanked her up and over my mouth instantly. Inhaled the scent of her climax, her wet heat. She stared down at me beneath a veil of golden hair, and my light, fluttering tongue had her seizing above me.
“I can just ask for this?” She sighed, head falling back.
I licked inside of her sex, knowing she needed the pressure. Tongue-fucked her slowly as she rolled her hips above me. Languorous. Enjoying something she hadn’t known she could.
“I would never deny you this, Freya,” I promised.
“I want your cock.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before I’d flipped her again, onto her side. I dragged her right leg over my waist, curled my arm around her back, bringing us face to face. I was still compelled to take it slow, to fully earn her trust before the wild beast of my sexuality was unleashed on her.
She kissed me, hands on my face, moaning and begging as I teased at her entrance. “Please,” she whispered. “Sam. Please.”
I gripped her ass and fucked into her once—hitting deep. She bit my lip.
“You feel good,” I grunted, thrusting again. She practically tore my hair out. “You like it like this?”
“Like what?” she whispered, another tease.
I pinned her back to the rug, her legs out wide, and gave her a series of short, brutal strokes that did nothing to satisfy my baser instincts. My hands held down her wrists, and she met me thrust for thrust, crying my name every time.
“Harder,” she whimpered, and I just about lost my damn mind.
I slipped her leg over my shoulder, sliding deeper. Her