wouldn’t have let you go.”
The man had me damn near pressed up against the wall, his warm body an inch away from mine, the scent of him overwhelming my senses. I wanted to touch him like I used to. Not in a frantic rush of secret hurt-fueled desire, but in a slow and loving way. Reaching out, I ran my palm over his shoulder and up until I cupped the nape of his neck.
“What are we doing, Tuck?” he asked, a little bit of panic in his tone.
“I don’t know. All I know is I can’t do this anymore.”
“Can’t do what?”
I pressed our foreheads together and just…breathed him in. “This hate sex thing doesn’t work for me. I need to kiss you again. I need to be yours again.”
He drew in a shuddering breath. “You were never mine.”
“Then I want to be now.”
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Can I? Can we stop this fucking torture and just be together?”
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he crushed his lips to mine and kissed me hard. His hands framed my face, gripping me tight as though he didn’t want to let me go.
The moan he let out against my lips had my cock throbbing against my fly. I grabbed his shirt in both hands and popped the pearl snaps in one swift tug. The sight of his firmly muscled chest, the trace of dark hair running down the center and spreading across his defined pecs made me groan in anticipation of feeling our bodies move together.
“Tucker,” he whispered. “Shit, I want you all the time.”
“You have me.” I pulled at my own shirt, tugging it over my head as he shoved his own off his arms. “You’re fucking sexy, you know that?”
Sam smirked. “I’ve heard it a few times.”
“You didn’t have these before,” I said, running my fingers over the scars on his side, his shoulder, and I was sure, once he was naked in front of me, he’d have more.
“That’s what happens after ten years of trying to ride a fifteen-hundred-pound animal that wants to kill you.”
That wasn’t news to me. I had my share of scars. He’d seen them. “Do you miss it?”
“Not like I missed you.”
And just like that, he turned the conversation around to what was happening between us. His thumb trailed over my lower lip, and fuck if my heartbeat didn’t kick up a notch at the gesture.
“Bedroom?”
“Down the hall.”
His eyes flashed with hunger as I took his hand and led him to my room. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I finally had Sam Ryker all to myself. I’d thought after letting him go once, I’d never get the chance at this again.
As soon as we were through the door, he pressed me up against the wall and crushed his mouth to mine, passion burning through us in the form of low grunts and harsh breaths. His hands were everywhere, tugging at my belt, gripping my shoulders, my hips, my face. It was almost like he didn’t know where he wanted to touch me first. I knew the feeling.
“Sit on the bed.” I barely recognized my own voice, the low growl coming from deep within my chest. “I want to take my time with you.”
He did as I told him, those perfect fucking lips turning up in a devilish grin. As he sat, I took off my boots and let them lie where they fell, then opened my belt as he watched, pure lust in his eyes.
“You like watching me?”
His throat worked as he swallowed before croaking out, “Hell yes, I do.”
I stripped out of my jeans, then grabbed my rock hard cock and stroked long and slow. The sensation was almost too much; I was so damn worked up. And when he licked his lips, I nearly lost it.
“Take off your clothes, Sam. All of them.”
The man stood and followed my order without argument. We stared at each other, both bare in more ways than one for the first time in a decade. There’d never been someone who saw me the way Sam did. He saw all of me, the good and the bad and especially the broken parts.
I kissed him gently, the brush of my lips on his so light, he let out a sound between a groan and a whimper. The things that did to me…God. Without warning, he grabbed my cock and began a firm, steady rhythm.
“I’m not gonna last if you keep that up,” I murmured against his mouth.
Reaching down, I stopped his