“You’re not an idiot, Sam.”
“Thank you. For being so nice about this.”
“Yeah. Well. I might’ve jumped to a wrong conclusion once or twice in my life.”
“Really?” She stared at him. He swallowed tightly, watching her. She tipped her head to one side and watched the expressions move across his face as he looked back at her. Watched his pupils dilate and his mouth soften. There was no denying the chemistry between them, the heat, the sparkle, the zing of challenge and the fun of sparring. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for them. Maybe they could be together.
Travis could have drowned in those amazing eyes, the green, gold and brown a sparkly kaleidoscope in her irises. Long lashes, wet and spiky, framed them, and her pretty mouth, swollen from his fierce kisses, parted softly. He rolled her onto her back and rose up on one elbow. He looked down at her, holding her gaze steadily.
“Samara, we still shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?” She blinked.
Only a million fucking reasons. His heart thudded. Telling her she was too young for him seemed inane now. Telling her that her father would freak out was probably not a good idea at this moment, seeing as he’d just died. Reminding her that her mother was just down the hall? Jesus. “We have to work together,” he managed to choke out.
She blinked again but said nothing. So unlike her.
“Aw, fuck it.” He kissed her hard. Her small hands reached for him, digging into his shoulders as she pulled him closer, a little frantically. “No.” He muttered the words against her lips. “Not this time, baby. This time we go slow. This time we enjoy.”
“I enjoyed it.” Her breathless words made him laugh.
“Yeah.” He brushed her mouth with his. “Me too. But this time...I want to actually know I’m enjoying it. You get me so hot I don’t know what I’m even doing.” The fucking weirdest thing was, when they’d been talking about coffee and coffee growers and co-ops and pricing structures, he’d been so hot for her he could have picked her up and done her right there on the restaurant table.
“Oh, god, me too.” Her tongue licked across his bottom lip as he kissed her again, and his blood surged. He slid a hand into her hair, cool and silky, and held her head against the pillow.
“Did I hurt you?” He nuzzled the side of her neck, tasting the tender flesh there with the tip of his tongue.
“Yes.”
He lifted his head and saw the smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “But I liked it. Oh Jesus.” Her eyes closed then opened. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Mmm. I can’t believe it either.” Maybe he’d just found the secret to controlling her. A little sexual domination apparently worked wonders. He’d have to keep that in mind.
More images of him taking her on the boardroom table at the office sizzled through his brain. Unusual working relationship, but hey, if it worked...
Yeah right.
He inhaled the exotic vanilla spice scent of her skin and hair as he sucked her flesh into his mouth in a love bite, releasing it before he left too much of a mark on her. Though he wanted to mark her.
He used teeth on her shoulder, making her shudder. This was crazy. She was so strong, so determined, so independent, who knew she would melt at a little rough play? Who knew he’d be so engorged he was going to burst?
Bah. He’d be that way no matter what if he was in bed with Samara. He knew it without a doubt. He’d always known it and had kicked his own ass over and over about it. He’d even thought he was a sicko pervert about it.
Maybe he still was.
He pushed those thoughts aside as he nibbled his way down to her breasts again, this time slowly, lusciously tasting her, sucking her, making her whimper and shift beneath him. This time he wanted to take his time with her and taste her everywhere.
But first he had to take his damn clothes off.
He sat up and stripped his shirt off over his head then shucked out of shorts and underwear. His cock was hard and throbbing and ready to go again. Already.
Kneeling between her legs, he gently pushed her thighs apart and studied her.
“Travis.” She inhaled his name on a long breath.
“Yeah.”
So pretty. So fucking hot. Bare and smooth, her pink folds glistened and pouted, her clit peeking out from between. His mouth watered, and he bent his head to press a kiss against one firm thigh, then the other.
Her fingers slid into his hair again. His scalp was sensitive, but the sensation of her tugging on his hair only added to the pleasure that sizzled over his body. He inhaled deeply, the warm feminine scent of her filling his head, making him almost dizzy. He kissed her mound, and she jerked against his mouth. Then he slowly licked and kissed his way down between her thighs, sucking the smooth flesh into his mouth gently, running his tongue up and down, up and down, around her quivering clit but not over it. Not yet.
Her hips lifted. Her fingers tugged. Her lips parted, and eyes closed, she made small mewling noises deep in her throat.
Then he kissed her clit, a firm kiss right over it, and she cried out.
Damn. They still had to be quiet. That was taking a lot of the fun out of the whole thing. He wanted her to let loose so he could hear her enjoyment.
He was going to have to get a place of his own, away from Dayna. Yeah.
In the meantime, Samara dragged a pillow over her face to muffle the cries and moans she couldn’t help but make as he dragged his tongue over her straining clit then sucked it into his mouth.
Her muffled scream almost made him come, and he sucked her climax into his mouth, pushing a finger inside her so he could feel her tighten and pulse. The snug ring at her entrance grabbed onto his finger so tightly that, again, he almost came.
When her small convulsions had stopped, he drew back and rolled her onto her tummy. She made murmur of protest, but her body was limp and boneless.
He just wanted to explore more. Sweeping his hands over the curve of her bottom, he leaned down to press damp kisses there. He spread her thighs again so he could still see all her girl parts, swollen and flushed dark pink, and the trickle of pale fluid easing from her center.
Christ. His balls tightened up to his body, and his skin crawled with an intense need for her. So much for his plan to take things slowly. At least he’d given her one orgasm first.
He took in a deep, slow breath, willed his body to slow down, and stroked his hands up and down the backs of her thighs to her knees, making her shiver, then back up over that sweet little ass.
He pressed a kiss to the small dimples at the base of her spine then licked his way up the furrow of her back, pushed her long hair aside to kiss the nape of her neck, soft and warm and fragrant.
“You’re killing me,” she moaned.
“Mmm.” He drew in her scent again and moved over her, ready to take her from behind.
“No.” Her whisper and her hand on his cock stopped him.
He swallowed.
She moved beneath him, wriggling, slipping out from under him.
He rose up on his knees to stare down at her, skin prickling all over, his cock so rigid it hurt.
She twisted around, all gleaming pale gold skin, tight little nipples and long curtain of flaming hair. She reached for him. For his cock. He watched open-mouthed as she took him between her palms, and when she stroked down, the top of his head almost burst off.
Samara crouched on her knees, leaned down, and took him in her mouth. Sensation exploded through his nerves. Her tongue swirled around him, hot and silky, and then her lips closed over him and she sucked, hot and wet and clinging. His mind went blank, his head fell back, and his consciousness narrowed to the feel of her mouth on him, sublime ecstasy.