II
“Sam, please,” I whispered against his lips.
I pushed my fingers up into his hair, trying to get more of him. More, more, more. I couldn’t get enough.
He didn’t try to stop me or slow us down. He leaned into my kiss, sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips and opening me to him. Our kiss deepened, intensified, until I felt like I could barely breathe. I wanted him to devour me whole.
He seemed to sense that in my mood. The next thing I knew, he reached down and hoisted my legs up and around his hips. I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck and securing myself to him. But he was already walking us toward the open bedroom door.
My back hit one of the posters, and he ground against me. I whimpered in desperation. f**k, I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. Waiting had been so har
