No Turning Back (21 page)

“I... ” She had no reply to that.
I can't sleep because I want to have sex with you
was a little too bold for her, even under the circumstances.

He came toward her, a giant shadow in the darkness. “Thinking about tonight? Or worried about tomorrow?”

“Both.”

“It'll be okay. We'll get her out. And about tonight... It'll get better with time.”

She froze in surprise when he stepped close and drew her into his arms. His palms slid over her spine. A tremor ripped through her as she fought to keep from throwing herself at him. His hands stopped moving on her back.

“Sam? Talk to me.”

The concern in his tone undid her. She raised her head to stare into his eyes. He brought a hand up to sweep her hair away from her cheek. Moving without conscious decision, she wound her arms around his strong back and went up on tiptoe to kiss him.

Ben froze for an instant, caught off guard by the frantic hunger in her kiss. Sam made a soft whimpering sound and pressed her lush curves closer, urging his lips open. A thrill shot through him as her satin tongue slipped into his mouth and stroked his. In reflex his arms tightened, one hand sliding up to the back of her neck. The skin there was warm and soft as silk against his palm.

His whole body hardened, heat roaring through him. She felt incredible and tasted even better, a combination of mint and vanilla. Her hands slid down his chest and under the hem of his t-shirt, up over his bare skin. He groaned into her mouth, head spinning. Jesus, the woman could kiss, but the desperate need he sensed threw him. With the two functioning brain cells left in his head, he made himself break the kiss.

“Sam— ”

“Don't say no,” she begged, leaning up for another brain-melting kiss. “Please.”

Ben struggled to hold on to his control and set her a few inches away. “Tell me why, then.”

“I want you.”

The need in her eyes ripped through him, but he held back. “Why now, Sam?” If this was about what had happened tonight she would probably regret it later, so the kindest thing he could do was say no. Even if it killed him.

She stopped struggling closer and tipped her head back to look up into his face. The blood pounded in his ears, but he distinctly heard her hard swallow. Was she nervous? “I... have feelings for you.”

It took a moment for that to register, for him to grasp what she was telling him and notice the sudden stillness in her. Ben sensed the quicksand under his feet. Part of him balked at the idea of emotional entanglement with Sam. One false move and he'd be up to his neck, maybe even get pulled under. He cared for her, a lot, but he didn't know how much farther it went than that. And if he was falling for her, he didn't want to let her in until this was all over.

The faint light from the streetlamps spilling in between the curtains revealed the vulnerability in her wide brown eyes. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks as he stared into her face, at a loss for words. She was so damn beautiful, wide open and hoping he wouldn't reject her.

It was a piss poor idea, but he couldn't stop himself. With a rough sound, Ben lowered his head and kissed her, hands moving with barely contained urgency over the shape of her luscious curves concealed in his boxers and hoodie. He skimmed over the fabric covering her stomach, higher over the firm, generous slope of her right breast, drinking in her gasp as he brushed lightly over the tight nipple. She moaned and leaned into his touch, demanding more, pressing her hips against the raging erection pushing at his zipper. He cupped her breast, molded his hand around her incredible softness as she struggled closer. Not enough. He wanted to be inside her.

His hands closed around her lower back and lifted her against the wall so he could wedge his hips between her thighs. She made room for him instantly, wrapping her legs around him, and threw her head back when his erection made contact between her thighs. Capturing her mouth with his, he slid his tongue deep and rubbed his hips against her in tight circles. Her fingers clamped around his shoulders as she increased the friction, waves of heat pouring off her.

Somehow he managed to wrench his head away before things got totally out of control. “Condoms?”

She stared up at him in surprise. “I— no.” She sounded heartbroken.

“Be right back.” He went to the bathroom, grabbed a couple from his shaving kit and came right back to find her waiting in his bed. Even though it was dark, he could see she was already naked. The amazing curves of her body stood out in shadowed relief, making him lightheaded. He tossed the packets on the nightstand and sank down on the mattress.

Sam didn't give him the chance to reach for her, just straddled his hips and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling upward. He helped her peel it off, then met her lips in another kiss that had him desperate to push into her. She sucked in a breath when he grasped her waist, letting her feel some of his strength as he lifted her and eased her full length against him, lying down on the cool sheets.

Another throaty sound came out of her as her heavenly weight pressed down on him. Her palms slid all over his sensitized skin, biting her lower lip again when he found her nipples and rubbed. She arched like a cat and kissed him harder, rubbing her pelvis against his aching cock. One of her hands grabbed the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down. He lifted his hips to accommodate her, content to let her have her way with him. In his wildest dreams he'd never imagined Sam being so aggressive, but he loved it.

Her hand wrapped around the length of him. The breath froze in his lungs. His heart threatened to implode. Ben groaned and grabbed the back of her head to kiss her hard, letting her know exactly how much he enjoyed what she was doing. Sam squeezed and stroked, making his head kick back into the pillow. He grabbed her hips, fighting the urge to roll her onto her back beneath him. The way she caressed and sucked his tongue made his eyes damn near roll to the back of his head, but he let her have control, holding on by a thread. Her skin was so warm, so smooth, her beautiful hair falling around them like a fragrant curtain.

Then the kiss changed, slowing and drawing out the minutes as she stroked him with her palm. Heart pounding, Ben followed the lazy movements of her tongue, reveling in the shivers that coursed through her. He wanted to touch her all over, slide his hand between her thighs and inside her. Wanted to dip his head down there and make her come against his mouth. God, he was so close already. He had to pull back and make sure he pleased her before he lost it completely.

He felt her lean to the side, heard the sound of foil tearing and then Sam was smoothing the condom down on him. Already? he thought in surprise. He'd barely touched her.

Still kissing him, she shifted her weight and brought the head of his swollen penis against her, pushed just enough to bring the tip of him inside. He growled low in his throat, closed his eyes as he absorbed the feel of her, hot and sleek, hugging him. He wanted in so bad he was shaking. “Sam... ”

She made a murmuring sound and rocked forward a little, then back, sinking down lower, taking more of him into her body. Breathless, enthralled, Ben lay helpless beneath her and gave himself over to her. Her slow rhythm was hypnotic.

In the darkness he couldn't make out more than her outline, but his hands followed every supple curve and hollow, spellbound by the sexual energy blazing out of her. Her body squeezed and released him, over and over. Sweat popped out over his forehead and chest as he fought to hold on. Above him, Sam rocked and undulated, her breathing becoming choppy and shallow.

Oh, hell yeah. He could lose it just looking at her and listening to the mewls of pleasure bubbling up from her throat. She strained above him, thighs tightening on his hips. God, he wasn't going to last, not with her looking like she was about to explode. His hands clenched her hips, fighting to hold her still. “Sam,” he managed, his voice rough, “I'm gonna come if you don't stop.”

In answer, she leaned over, threaded her hands into his hair and slid her tongue into his mouth.
Jesus.
He wrenched his head to the side, sucked in a breath. Was that what she wanted? He didn't want to get this wrong. “Do you want me to come?”

She purred and nibbled at his mouth, tongue blazing a wet path down his throat as her hips pumped, gaining speed. Again her breath shortened, and when he brought his hands up to her face, he found her eyes squeezed shut. She was straining, reaching for release, but if she didn't stop he couldn't hold on much longer. He went to grasp her hips again, but she pushed his arms away and kept rocking.

“Sam— ”

Too late. Too far gone now. The orgasm barreled toward him, his body taking over as he thrust up hard, once, twice. With a hoarse cry he came, pumping into her, hands locked on her hips to keep her tight to him. When the wrenching pulses finished, his head hit the pillow on a groan.

Sam was still above him, breathing fast as she stared down at him. She jerked a little as she slid off his softening erection. Her legs trembled. Ben grabbed her by the waist. “Hey, where are you going?”

She tried to push his hands away, but he refused to let go. Her reaction confused him. He'd given her ample warning to stop and she hadn't, so she couldn't be upset with him, right?

“Come back here,” he said, wanting to take care of her.

“It's okay.” She tried again to scramble off the bed. “I'll get you a washcloth.”

Washcloth? What the hell did he care about a washcloth when she was still shaking with need? His cock might be finished, but he wasn't. Not by a long shot, and from here on out it was going to be all about her. “Sam, come here.” Ignoring her protests, he sat up and gathered her close, heart squeezing at the way she trembled and lowered her head. Was she embarrassed? He tipped her chin up with one finger and touched a tender kiss to her lips. “Let me take care of you.”

“No, it's fine— ”

“You were close before, weren't you?” He stroked the silky skin of her back with his fingertips, trying to take some of the tension out of her.

“I... I think so.”

She thought so? She'd seemed pretty damn close to him. “So let me make you feel good.”

“You don't have to.”

“I
want
to.” She had no idea how much.

Before she could argue he pulled her down and kissed her, letting his hands wander, finding the underside of her breasts and grazing the pads of his fingers up lightly. She shivered in his arms and softened with a moan.

He took care to unravel her gently, slowing the kiss down until she squirmed in his lap. He toyed with her sensitive nipples, swallowing the broken sounds she made, then slid one hand down over her flat stomach, across that expanse of petal soft skin. She held her breath and burrowed in closer as he moved lower over her thigh and back up the inside, stopping short of his goal. While he nibbled and kissed the side of her throat, his fingers smoothed up to brush over the damp heat between her legs. She lurched against him with a soft cry as he traced through the delicate folds to her swollen clitoris and circled it.

The note of vulnerability in the sound pulled at him. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, and cradled her closer as he kept touching her, then slid two fingers into her slick core. Her spine arched like a bow, her whole body shuddering. She cried out again, and another tremor racked her. Almost like she was frightened.

It turned Ben inside out. He hadn't thought of it before, but maybe she'd been surprised by what she'd been feeling when he was inside her. There hadn't been much foreplay for her, so it was a miracle she'd felt much of anything, let alone get close to orgasm solely from him penetrating her. The thought that she might be inexperienced flooded him with tenderness.

“Sam.” He nuzzled beneath her ear, hand moving slowly to draw out her pleasure. “Ease down on me.” She hesitated a moment, then sank down, adding pressure to his searching fingers. Her muscles clenched around him.

Oh yeah. So beautiful. Ben carefully rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as he stroked in and out.

She gasped, arms clinging to him, struggling toward release with a frustrated whimper.

He shifted her away a little and nibbled at the slope of her breast to slow her down. “Take your time, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “I'm not going anywhere.”

Her tiny sob of relief tugged at his heart. He raised his head to sweep his tongue back and forth over one ripe nipple. Her fingers dug into his hair. She panted, moving harder against his hand. Close now. The muscles in her arms and legs tensed, her breaths came faster. He closed his mouth around the puckered nipple, sucking tenderly, all his attention focused on her response, her pleasure.

Her hips rocked faster. Low moans tore from her throat.

He closed his eyes, savoring her response. “Mmm, perfect,” he murmured against her breast, wringing another shiver from her. He wished he had more light so he could see her better.

“God, Ben I need... ”

He took over instantly and flipped her onto her back. No way in hell was he going to leave her hanging. Keeping his hand where it was, he lowered his head between her creamy thighs.

“Wait— ”

He kissed her there. Gently. Sam hissed and went rigid. Sliding his other arm beneath the small of her back to anchor her, Ben licked her softest flesh. She lurched and moaned, fingers digging into his scalp. God yes, he thought, and began to lap at her with lazy sweeps of his tongue. Within moments she was a wild, trembling mass of pleasure beneath him. He loved every second of it. Her hips mimicked the tender rhythm of his hand and tongue until she was sobbing breathlessly.

She kept moving with him until finally her head fell back and she cried out, her orgasm coursing through her sweat-dampened body. Ben waited until the last ripples faded before softening his mouth and stopping his hand. When she collapsed in a quivering heap against the bed, he gathered her as close as he could and lay down, pulling the covers over them. She felt like heaven in his arms, all warm and satiated, fitting perfectly into his body. Like she'd been made for him. A contented smile spread across his face. Who'd have thought such a fucked-up day could end so well?