of her even when they walked to his door and awkwardly shuffled inside. “I can order Thai for you,” he said. “It’s supposedly the best place in L.A., according to about three thousand reviews on—” He dropped her bag, and grabbed her, because what else was a man supposed to do when a woman he liked this much leaped on him?
She pressed her lips against his, and Samson’s grip tightened on her ass. Her long legs twined around his hips and he turned them around and stumbled farther into the living room. He fell on the couch with her straddling him.
He ran his hand up her sides and yanked on the zipper of her sweatshirt. It was hard to get her undressed without separating their mouths much, but he managed to get her sweatshirt and top and bra off.
Finally, he paused. “Wait,” he panted.
Her fingers were busy on the buttons of his shirt. “I don’t want to wait.”
“No.”
Her fingers immediately halted, and she peered down at him. “What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk first.”
“About what?”
It was so hard to think when her breasts were in his line of vision. They were so full and lovely, the nipples perked up, waiting for his hands and mouth. “Uh.”
She grabbed his ears and pulled him close. “Samson. I need this.”
Well, fuck. What was he supposed to say to that?
He wrapped his arms around her waist and came to his feet. He carried her into his darkened bedroom, their lips fused together until he laid her on his bed. His blinds were open, and the city lights painted silver and gold across her body. He stripped off all his clothes and her jeans, then started at her breasts and kissed down her body, licking and sucking her flesh.
He wanted to consume her, but that was a bad idea. If he consumed her, there would be nothing left, and he wanted all of her. For a long, long time, no expiration date.
That was scary, the thought of indefinitely being with someone. But also . . . kind of lovely.
He pressed her thighs wide and licked her until she cried out. She tasted so good, her legs straining on either side of his head. He knew she enjoyed it, but he also didn’t want to torture her.
He rose up on his knees and slipped his fingers inside her. “Fuck me,” she breathed, and he nearly did exactly that before he remembered.
“No condoms,” he said, regretfully, and withdrew his hand.
Her eyes flew open. “You don’t have any here?”
“I’m moving soon and I don’t see the point in stocking condoms if there’s no one I want to have sex with. I bought that box for you.”
Her lips wavered into a smile. “That’s kind of sweet.”
He shrugged, embarrassed. “Well, right now it means we can’t have sex.”
“Yeah . . .” She bit her lip. “I wish I could say condoms don’t matter, but—”
“No, they matter.” Rhi’s trust issues wouldn’t be solved in a day, and neither would his. They needed time and words before they got to a point where condoms wouldn’t be an issue. And that issue couldn’t be decided in the heat of the moment.
He ran his fingers back over her vulva. She was so sweet and wet. Her lashes fluttered as he played with her. “Luckily, there’s about eight hundred things we can do with each other that don’t require a condom.” He slipped his fingers deeper, thrusting them back and forth. She moaned, and he added his thumb on her clit, rubbing the little bundle of flesh.
Rhi ran her hand up his thigh and he moved closer, until her palm grasped his cock. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in each grasping pull, and the speed of her motions dictated his own.
They played together like that for a long time, taking slow pleasure in each other’s hands and bodies, but finally the need built up. He bent his head and licked her clit while he fucked her with his fingers. Her thighs tightened around his arm as she came. He gave his own body free rein and thrust against her palm, spilling on her belly.
With the last ounce of strength in his body, he leaned over the bed, grabbed his shirt, and used it to clean off her stomach. People who made penetrative intercourse the whole and sole point of sex really missed so much. This was as intimate and pleasurable as being inside her.
Samson tossed the shirt toward the bathroom. She curled into his side and