Page 39 of Perfect Together

Sam froze.

Her limbs felt heavy, her body already his. “I knew if I felt like this just meeting you, I couldn’t marry someone who didn’t give me one-tenth of this feeling.”

With a low growl, he bent down and swung her into his arms, carrying her the few paces across the apartment to her bed.

In her entire life, she’d never felt so desired. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she did Sam. She stared up at his handsome face, his hazel eyes glittering, his jaw set. He stripped off his jeans, taking his boxer briefs off along with them. Freed, his erection stood proudly against his stomach, and she swallowed at his sheer size and beauty.

Her mouth watered and her clit pulsed with desire, her insides clenching with need. As if in a daze, she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his rigid length, sliding her fingertip over the head and the drop of come there.

He groaned, his hips jerking forward into her waiting hand.

Her hips bucked upward of their own accord. “Sam—”

“I’ve got you.” He eased her jeans over her hips, then down her legs, tossing them on the floor. Keeping his promise, he cupped her mound, his thumb brushing over the thin fabric of her damp panties.

He had her all right, in more ways than one.

She jerked beneath his touch, sensation shooting through her, pleasure just out of reach—but he wasn’t. She pushed up on her elbows and cupped his firm erection in her hands once more. Silk and steel, she thought, the need for his hard shaft inside her building like the rising tide.

He shook his head and jerked away. “If you want me to last, no more touching beforehand.”

She laughed. “Then get on with it, Detective,” she said, her voice huskier than she’d ever heard it.

Her underwear went the way of her bra earlier, and as he stared at her body, she found herself oddly unembarrassed. He slid one finger through her wet folds, and a keening sound escaped her throat. She would have been mortified, but he immediately followed by inserting the same finger inside her and beginning a steady pumping rhythm that built her need. In and out, in and out, pausing only to make sure she was with him. And oh, she was. She so was, and when he pressed inside her on a spot no one had found before, she cried out. He followed up with his other hand on her clit and the crescendo had built to epidemic proportions.

“Is this working for you?” he asked.

“Oh yes.” Her entire lower body was on fire, but the slow pressure he exerted wasn’t enough. “And no. More, please.” Her hips gyrated with unanswered need.

“Like this?” His fingers worked their magic inside and out. He rotated his thumb over her clit, harder and harder, then pressed upward with the single finger inside her.

She cried out, her body spasming. “Oh God. More. Harder.”

He replaced his thumb with the heel of one hand, and her climax took hold, and from a distance, she heard herself chanting. “Oh God, oh God, Sam, yes. Yes.”

Her womb contracted while his finger kept up the delicious pulsing inside her. His whole hand worked her sex, and wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed against her body.

It was the most amazing orgasm she’d ever experienced. On and on, the sensation went until she collapsed, spent, against the mattress.

She heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper, thanked her lucky stars he was prepared, and then the head of his erection pressed against her wet heat.

She forced her eyelids open and met his gaze just as he thrust deep and filled her, thick and hard, pausing to give her time to adjust. Time in which she felt him completely, and to her shock, her arousal rose again from the sensation of him throbbing inside her.

Her eyes opened wide in amazement. She was barely a mini-one-orgasm girl. From the aftershocks still rocking her body to the new sensations building again, Sam was surpassing anything in her admittedly limited experience.

He braced his hands on either side of her head and began to move, sliding in and out, his hot gaze never leaving hers. Another thing that was different—by looking at her as if he could see into her soul, he increased the heat, the urgency, the intimacy of their joining.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered.

Knowing her eyes were still wide with wonder, she did as he asked, and suddenly, he was harder and rooted farther in her body. Even better, the position provided more friction to her clit, and she began the slow, steady climb once more.

When he pulled out and pushed back in deep, he hit that place inside only he’d ever found. She moaned and clenched around him.

“Damn, you feel so good,” he said. “So warm, wet, and tight.” With those words, he picked up the perfect movement that synchronized their bodies and drove her higher.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He groaned his approval and pumped his hips faster until she saw stars behind and in front of her eyes, the pleasure so beyond anything in her world that once again, her orgasm hit without warning.

“That’s it, come for me,” he said, and the ripples and waves of pleasure continued, finally cresting.