In the Air (The City Book 1) - By Crystal Serowka Page 0,58
my throat constrict and knew I was on the verge of tears. "By the end of the dream, every time, I'm reminded that I'll never see him again. It's like I relive his death every night." A tear fell down my cheek, and I was thankful for the darkness of the room.
Samson pulled me into chest and began lightly rubbing my back. His hands found my cheeks and he brushed away the fallen tears. "I'm here."
Two simple words. I lay in Samson's arms and cried until finally, I was able to fall asleep peacefully.
"Good morning." I opened my eyes to see Samson staring at me. His head was resting in his hand and his other arm draped around my body.
"How long have you been up?" I was slightly mortified to be this close to him, not having brushed my teeth.
"Just for a few minutes. Don't worry, I wasn't watching you sleep." His laugh filled the silence of the morning.
"You probably were, weirdo." He reached out to tickle me, but I threatened him with my knee. "I dare you," I challenged.
"You wouldn't." He tested, but retracted as soon as he felt my knee slightly move.
I turned to look at the clock. It was still early, and we didn't have to be at class for another few hours. Either way, Kingsley would want details about where I had been all night, so instead of rushing back to my own room, I took my time.
"We've got a little while before class." I started kissing Samson's neck. We were still naked from last night, and just feeling his skin against mine turned me on.
"Didn't get enough last night, huh?"
"Fine, forget it."
Just as I started throwing off the sheets, Samson grabbed my body and pushed me back down, placing his weight on top of me.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, lightly nipping at my neck.
"What are you going to do, tie me to your bed?" I joked.
"That's an idea, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have to tie you to anything to get you to stay." Samson kissed my shoulder and moved up to my ear. He moved his weight off of me and lay beside me. His fingers traveled down the side of my stomach, stopping just below my hipbone.
"I like the way you taste." His tongue curled behind my earlobe. "Right here." He lowered his body and bit down lightly on my collarbone. "And especially here." I moaned in response. When his hand moved down to the inside of my thigh, my body immediately shivered in anticipation. His breathing quickened as he pushed my legs open and slid his fingers into me. I realized he was almost as good at controlling his fingers as he was at controlling his feet.
"Samson," I moaned. I wanted more than just his fingers. I wanted all of him.
He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. My hips began to move, and Samson's eyes rolled back in his head. After a few minutes, Samson sat up, bringing us closer together. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and I could feel the sweat forming between them. We moved in perfect rhythm. Samson's movement became more urgent, and soon my body followed. We lost all control.
An hour before class, I left Samson's dorm and headed to my own. I tried my best to sneak in, knowing Kingsley would be asleep. The moment her sheets rustled, and she cleared her throat, I knew I was about to be interrogated.
"Look what the cat dragged in."
I turned to see Kingsley sitting up in her bed, an evil smile dragging across her face. "You have no right to talk," I snapped.
"How's lover boy? Everything you imagined and more?" Her sarcasm made my skin crawl.
"Instead of worrying about me, you should worry more about trying to get back on Madame Dampier's good side."
Yesterday, Kingsley wore red pointe shoes to class. Madame Dampier demanded that Kingsley switch to her proper shoes, which Kingsley, of course, refused. She was kicked out of class for the rest of the day.
"Like that's going to stop me from wearing whatever the hell I want? She needs me in her class. I'm the best dancer she has," Kingsley remarked. Everyone that attended Juilliard thought they were the best.
Changing into my dance clothes, I thought about the events of last night. It was one of the best times I'd ever had, and I couldn't believe how deeply I already felt for Samson.