Saved by the Music (Saints & Sinners Book 2) (14 page)

SAM

She was fucking perfect; that was the only way he could describe her, yet that wasn’t even close. He couldn’t get enough of her—the way her body responded to his like it was made for him, the way she kept silently asking him to give her what she didn’t even know she needed. He could never let her go now, not after getting a taste of her. As he laid her on the bed, he could feel her whole body still shaking from her orgasm. He wanted to send her over the edge like that again. He wanted to ravish her until his hunger for her was satisfied, but he knew it would never happen.

“I want you naked.” Her words fueled the all-consuming need building inside him.

“Well now, we wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

The fiery look in her eyes was a reflection of the hungry one on his face as he stripped out of his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Her eyes never left his body and he loved the way she was looking at him, like she couldn’t get enough either. He unbuttoned his jeans and heard her gasp as he unzipped them and shrugged them off.

“Do you always go commando, Mr. Brooks?”

He loved that she wasn’t shying away from looking at him as he stood there completely naked and painfully hard at the sight of her still fully dressed.

“If it means you’ll look at me the way you are right now, I’ll go commando every fucking day, baby. Now you’re the one who’s overdressed.” The need to feel her come undone on his tongue was overwhelming, the uncontrollable urge to taste her undeniable. He had to get her naked, and fast.

He grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her breasts, pressing kisses on every inch of skin he exposed, her heart beating faster and faster as he reached her chest. He teased her with his tongue and lips before throwing her shirt on the floor and taking her bra with it. Wrapping his mouth around one nipple, he alternated between the two, loving the way her whole body arched under him. She was so fucking beautiful.

“Shit, Sam, please don’t stop.”

Stop? Fuck, I wouldn’t be able to stop even if I wanted to.

He slid her jeans and panties off, kissing and licking the inside of her thighs, loving the little sounds she made as he traced his way down her legs.

“Baby, I’m just getting started. Just lie back and let me make you come. Let me hear my name on your lips.” He took his sweet-ass time teasing her, licking and biting, running his tongue over her hip bone. She was squirming by the time he licked her pussy top to bottom; she tasted like sweet honey, and he wanted to bottle her up. “You taste so fucking good.”

He grabbed her hips to keep her still as he licked and sucked on her clit. She was pushing up against his face, using his hair to bring him closer and deeper. This woman had no inhibitions when it came to sex, and he fucking loved it. He watched her body’s reaction to everything he was doing, then slid two fingers inside her as he bit down hard on her clit. She bucked her hips and was screaming his name so loud he knew his instinct hadn’t been wrong. His sex kitten liked a little pain, and he’d always be the one to give it to her.

“Oh, God, that feels so good. Do it again.”

So he did, while still fucking her with his fingers.

She was squeezing him so tight he could barely move but he kept finger-fucking her. When he gave her clit one final lick, she shattered all over his tongue, screaming his name while thrashing and squirming on the bed. He kept licking her, slowly, as she rode her orgasm. When her whole body went limp, he pulled himself over her, still tasting her on his lips. It was intoxicating.

“You’re a wild one, Miss Daniels, and I fucking love it.” He kissed her and she moaned, making his dick twitch. He needed to be inside her more than he needed his next breath.

“Only for you, Mr. Brooks… I’ve never felt like this before, like I’m going to die if I don’t feel you inside me.” She grabbed his ass, pulling him to her, and he knew she needed this as much as he did.

He slid off her and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. He took out a roll of condoms but before he could grab one, Ashlee reached for a packet and ripped it open with her teeth. He just stood there, frozen by the sight of her getting ready to cover him up.

“Come over here, Sam.” She motioned him over with her fingers, and he moved closer to her on the bed.

When she put the condom in her mouth and lowered her body so she had his cock in her face, he thought he was going to come right there and then. That had to be one of the hottest things he had ever seen in his life. The instant she wrapped her hot mouth around him, he stiffened and grabbed her hair so hard she should’ve backed off; instead, she gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes. She lowered the condom over him, using her hands to make sure it was rolled all the way down before she settled on the bed once more.

“I’m not even gonna ask where you learned to do that, but fuck, am I ever thankful you did.” He leaned over her and kissed her as he positioned his body between her legs. The head of his cock rubbed her clit; she was so wet and ready for him that he didn’t think he could hold back.

“I need you in me, Sam… please.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed his way in, and she felt like fucking heaven. She was so tight and hot that he wasn’t sure he could last.

“You’re so goddamn tight, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Sam… oh, God, I need more.”

He pushed the rest of his length inside her until he was buried balls-deep. She felt so fucking good. He grabbed her legs and lifted them so they were resting on his shoulders, giving her a different angle. She wanted to feel him deep, and fuck, it didn’t get any better than this.

“I’ll never be deep enough, Ashlee. Feel how good we are. We were made for each other.” He started moving slowly at first, letting her get used to him, but when he felt her tighten around him and saw the urgency in her eyes, he knew she didn’t want him holding back. “You want it hard, baby?”

“Yes!” Her voice did him in. He would give her the goddamn world right now if she asked him because buried inside her, he realized he was in love with her.

He grabbed her hips and started fucking her with hard thrusts. The sound of his balls hitting her skin resonated throughout the room. He was holding her so tight he could see red marks forming on her skin, but he didn’t care. He just kept thrusting with everything he had.

“More.” At her request, he thought he was dreaming this woman.

He was covered in a thin coat of sweat as he fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked a woman in his life. He could see she loved every minute of it but that she needed more, needed him deeper.

He flipped them so he was on his back, never pulling out of her, and when she settled against his thighs, he growled at how good she felt.

“Oh, God, Sam. You’re so deep. God, yes.”

Watching his woman ride him like her life depended on it was one of the best views in the world. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she leaned forward and used his shoulders to help her move—and God, was she ever moving. Her hair was all tangled up, her skin glowing from a coat of sweat, her head thrown back.

“I’m so close, Sam. Please.” When she looked down at him, he could see the need in her eyes, and that did him in. He pulled her down so her breasts were on his chest. Holding her with one hand on her lower back and the other wrapped around her shoulders, he thrust so hard the headboard banged against the wall.

“Come on, baby, let me feel that orgasm. Let me own it.” She dug her fingernails in his shoulders and she clenched around his cock. He kept fucking her, fighting to hold back his release. “That’s it, baby…. Fuck, Ashlee….”

“Sam, don’t stop. Feels so good. Ahh, yesss.” He kept fucking her through her orgasm. By the time her tremors stopped, she was limp in his arms and he was still buried inside her, hard as a fucking rock. She wiggled her hips, and his cock pulsed.

She must have felt it too, because she braced herself on her forearms and looked straight at him. “How do you want me?”

“In every fucking way possible.” He rolled them to their sides and lifted one of her legs over his hip as he drove into her. She was still tight as a fist from her orgasm, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to set him off.

She arched her back, putting one arm around his shoulder as he covered her breasts with his forearm, getting the leverage to go deeper and harder. When she clenched around him, he felt it down to his spine. “I’m gonna come. Fuck… Ashlee…!” He went limp around her, could barely move, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“You wore me out, Ashlee. Fuck, that was the best sex of my life.” He kissed her forehead before leaving the bed to get rid of the condom. He grabbed a washcloth and headed back to the beautiful angel who was looking at him like she was in love with him.

God, he was right there with her.

He crawled on the bed. “Open up, baby.”

She didn’t question what he was doing, just followed his instructions. He pressed the washcloth over her sex and cleaned her up before lying down beside her. He tucked her under his arm, and she rested her head on his chest.

“Sam….” She sounded exhausted and sleepy, and he was so fucking proud that he was the one responsible for making her feel that way.

He ran his hand down her bare back, loving how she shivered under his touch. “Yeah, baby?”

“That was the best sex of my life too.” She kissed his chest and before he knew it, she was sound asleep curled up all over his body. It was the most perfect feeling.

He couldn’t believe this was finally happening to him, that he’d found a woman who knew everything about him and still cared for him, who loved him. He was head over heels with the sleeping beauty in his arms. In that moment, that was what he decided to hold on to—not the past, not the future, but the right now with this woman.

ASHLEE

Ashlee woke up to someone screaming and thrashing around in the bed. When she managed to open her eyes, she saw Sam curled up in a ball, covered in sweat as he screamed. She’d always heard it best not to wake someone who was having a nightmare, but the agony she saw on his face made the decision for her.

She knelt beside him in the bed and put her hands on his shoulders. “Sam… Sam, wake up, baby. It’s just a dream.” She tried to shake him so he would wake up, but it wasn’t working. He kept screaming, and it was breaking her heart.

“No! Get off her! No, stop. You’re hurting her.” She didn’t know what to do to calm him down; she had never witnessed someone in that state before. Taking a deep breath, she followed her instinct, hoping it was right.

She pushed him down on his back using all the strength she could muster then climbed on top of him. She kissed him slowly at first, hoping the physical contact would bring him out of it. He stopped fighting but was still screaming, so she took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it. His eyes flew wide open and it took him a minute to register what was happening.

“It’s okay, baby, it was just a dream. It’s okay, Sam.”

He didn’t say anything, just pulled her against him and held her tightly. It took a while for the tremors to stop, but he didn’t pull away from her.

When she tried to move, he kept a firm hold on her. “Stay like this, please.”

The pleading in his voice was her undoing. She pressed a kiss to his neck and rested her head down on his shoulder as he pulled the covers back over them.

“I’m falling in love with you, Ashlee.”

She couldn’t find the words to say anything, so she kept her head on his shoulder and pretended to be asleep.

“I know you heard me, and I don’t expect you to say anything. But I am falling in love with you, Ashlee Daniels, and whether you want it or not, I’m not going to stop showing it to you.” He kissed her hair and she listened to his heartbeat as he fell asleep, hoping it would settle the anxiety building inside her.

Hours later, she still couldn’t sleep. Sam’s words floated in her mind. How did she let things get this far? She’d managed to let her personal feelings for the man sleeping under her get in the way of her judgment. It was exactly why she should’ve said no to working on this project; not only was she falling for a client, but she was jeopardizing the contract that could pay for her mom’s hospital bills.

How could I have been so stupid?

She slowly rolled off the warm body beneath her, careful not to wake Sam up. Grabbing her scattered clothes, she dressed as quietly as possible. She found a piece of paper and a pen on the table and cringed at how cowardly she was behaving.

Sam,

I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. You have to know that I’m falling in love with you and I wish things could be different, but they can’t.

I can finish the remainder of the contract back in Atlanta. I won’t let you down with this project; I know how important it is to you, and that makes it important to me.

I wish you could know how much I want things to be different. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Sam Brooks. Never forget that.

All my love,

Ashlee

She dropped the note on the table. When she looked at Sam sleeping on the bed, she felt a piece of her break, but she was doing what she needed to do. Grabbing her purse, she headed for the door before she changed her mind.

SAM

Sam woke up and instantly realized something was wrong. First, he was alone in his bed, and second, his room was entirely too quiet. He jerked upright, knowing she had run. “What did you do, Ashlee?”

He grabbed his jeans from the floor and slipped them on before checking the room.

Just as he’d thought, she was gone.

He caught a glimpse of the piece of paper on the table and laughed. “A note? You left me a fucking note, Ashlee?” She had guts, he had to give her that. He grabbed the piece of paper and with every word he read, he grew more and more determined.