Rockin' the Heart (Hot Wired) (23 page)

She placed a kiss to the bottom point
of the cross and licked downward to his nipple. His fingers buried in her hair and tugged hard enough her scalp stung. Sam gasped as he jerked her upright to meet his mouth.

A moment later he released her and yanked her shirt over her head.
His pupils dilated hard at her braless status. “You’re nipples are pierced.”

Okay, maybe
that
incited his response and not her lack of undergarments.

She could add nothing to the obvious so she said
zilch. His thumb swiped over one peak, while he tugged at the metal in her other nipple. The fascination on his features made the pain of those piercings sweet, worth every moment of discomfort.

“God. Sam.
So fucking sexy.”

Zero
preparation, he just dipped his head, sucked a nipple into his mouth and played with the metal in the other one with his fingers. With a surprised cry, Sam arched into him as pleasure decimated her body with each suck, lick, and tug. She wrapped her fingers around his hair and clutched his shoulder. Her knees trembled, went out and he braced her against the window with his shoulders pressed against her abdomen.

Most shocking of all, she felt everything between her thighs. Each
wicked caress of his mouth on her breasts vibrated against her clit. She’d climax just like this without a single caress between her thighs if he didn’t stop soon. He moved to the other nipple and she moaned, her hips swaying.

“Easy, brat
.” He clasped her hips and dragged his tongue around her belly button piercing.

“Any other piercings besides your clit?”

“How do you know about that one?”

“I felt it beneath your panties when I
tongued you in the limo.”

“No…no others.”

He stood, capturing her lips with his, thrusting his tongue inside and setting a carnal pace. He dug his fingers into her hips and ground his pelvis against her core.

The rock and slide of hi
m against her core as his tongue followed the same pattern, left her needy and wanting, grappling at him, and gasping for breath. He suddenly stopped and spun her to face the city landscape. With his chest to her back, he pressed her breasts to the cool windowpanes and rested one of her palms, and then the next one on the glass. He thrust himself between her legs, captured her hips in his grip and guided her down, dragging her breasts along the window as her knees bent until she rode the slight angle of his lap. The cool, slick texture to her front contrasted wickedly with the rough rasp of his jeans and smooth hard chest at her back.

“What do you see, Sam?” his voice had darkened
, grown husky.

She blinked.
“The…city.”

“Look closer.”

Adjusting her focus, she tried to concentrate on something other than the solid glide of him between her thighs. His caress drifted up her belly, over a breast, and halted at her neck. The pad of his thumb slid along her jaw.

Spellbound by their sensual dance she
absorbed his question. “I see….” She licked her lips. “I see us.”

“Mmhm
….” His caress dipped between her legs and rubbed.

Sam
rested her forehead against the pane, her view obstructed as pleasure morphed through her. “I don’t want to come like this. Not half clothed and without you.” Her fingers curled, fisting on the panes, she fought against letting her body go.

H
is movements halted. He brushed her hair off her neck with his jaw and dragged his scruff back and forth across her flesh. “How do you want the first one, brat?”

First? She panted against the glass
, creating a patch of condensation. “I don’t do multiples. Sometimes coming is difficult.”

He chuckled and kissed the same spot he’d
scratched with his stubble. “Not from my experience.”

He was right. She’d
climaxed in his lap without a single touch from him, just her dry humping him. And she’d been perched on the edge of release just seconds ago. Again with nothing more than rocking against him. Something about Heath made pleasure easy for her.

“
Talk to me, Sam. How do you want the first one?”

“Skin to skin. Preferably with you inside me.”

A flash of coolness struck her spine as he moved to drag her jeans and panties in unison down her legs. There was no need for slow seduction. He already had her where he wanted her.

S
he pushed her torso off the window, stepped out of her clothing and looked back at him in time to catch his perusal traveling along her body. When their gazes collided, he offered her a smile. He stroked one butt-cheek and delivered a kiss-nip combo to the other before elevating to his feet. His grip coiled in her hair and he wrenched her back against his chest. He angled her head for a kiss.

“Hands on the window.” He nipped at her bottom lip. Sam complied and
his clasp on her hair released and slid down her spine. A digit skated through the crease of her ass. He kissed her shoulder and he went to work on his denim.

Big Al
intruded winding around their feet, yowling a protest at being snubbed for so long.

“Go away,
Big Al.” The feline refused to retreat. “Pest. Be right back.” He scooped up the fur ball and strode across the room. He opened a door, settled the cat on the floor and pulled the door to. He paused when he turned back to her. “You’re a vision, Sam. Like this I can see all of you, front and back… my wet dream, brat. Don’t move,” he demanded when she would’ve shifted her position.

“You’re trembling,” he said when he neared her again.

Half his body was behind hers. The other half could be viewed in the glass. As he caressed her spine, she admitted, “I want you bad.”

“We only have one first time.
Pace yourself and enjoy the rush.” He began to unbuckle his belt. She could feel him observing her, but she watched him reveal himself.

He made quick work of ditching his clothing. He kissed her shoulder and settled in behind her, sandwiching their bodies together
. “Widen your stance.”

H
e stroked the top of her thighs as she complied. His thick length nudged against her intimate lips. “You don’t get to walk away after this, Sam.”

She nodded. “I know.”

One of his arms slanted across her chest, and he cupped her chin in his palm, notching her head against his shoulder, the position arching her spine and thrusting her breasts forward. His other hand used his leverage on her hips to guide her core against his erection. “I can see you like this. Exposed and beautiful. Eager to be all mine.”

Tongue too thick in her mouth
, she couldn’t formulate any words, but if he could read her face, he knew she was his.

“
I wouldn’t have guessed you wax.” The grip on her hip moved forward, his digits glided back and forth.

Holding her breath, she watched the skimming of his
touch in the reflection; all while praying he’d relocate his attention in a more southerly direction. “Yeah.”

His fingertips brushed against her clitoral piercing
and her eyes slid shut. He flicked the metal before removing his hand back to her hip. Slow rocks sashayed his length against her folds. He executed a different angle and the crown of his erection pressed against her opening, before sliding up and down her intimate lips coating his length in her arousal. The repetition of the teasing movement leeched moans from her. Each time the head of his dick caught her clit, her breath stuttered out of her.

She could feel his examination as tangible as his touch, knew he watched her in the reflection of the window.

The slight tensing of his fingers on her hip and throat was all the warning she received, before he used her body against her and pulled her down on his cock as he flexed his hips and impaled her in one firm thrust. Her lids snapped wide and she cried out at his abrupt penetration.

His smoky
gaze captured hers in the panes. Tight creases fanned from the corners of his eyes. A silent inquest, but the way he throbbed inside her left her baffled to his entreaty.

Just move
.

H
e remained motionless.

Their heartbeats lengthened until his
thumped against her back in time with hers.

He still didn’t move.

Their breathing grew static and his length flexed.

Frozen in position, she yearned for the friction of his thrusts.

She shifted her pelvis against his, but his grip tightened on her hip, diminishing her movement. His hot breath fanned against her neck, causing gooseflesh to erupt along her skin and her nipples to tighten to the point of pain.

“Am I hurting you?” His lips moved against her
skin.

“No.”

He sucked on the curve of her shoulder and began to execute long slow strokes. Going deep and sliding almost all the way out. She moaned at the tug and glide of him against her walls.

Heath
is
inside
me
.

Claiming her as his in the most intimate fashion. Yeah, it was sex, but so much more at the same time.
She’d never been intimate with someone she loved. Cared about, yes, but not someone she’d been in love with.

Never would she have believed this position could be erotic
either. At best it would’ve sounded difficult, and she’d have been reluctant to try it. She lifted one hand off the windowpane and elevated it over her head to catch the back of his head.

“He
ath…Heath….” She wanted to tell him she loved him, but in that moment he owned her body and senses so completely she couldn’t force the vow past her lips. Saturated in his scent, the taste of him still riding her palate, she wanted this moment to last forever. The rise and fall of his shoulders in the reflection as his pelvis rocked against her ass, filling her with his body over and over again. The slick noise of their connection testified to her arousal. “Heath.”

“I know, brat.
” He nuzzled the spot behind her ear, while his gaze remained locked on her features. “You feel incredible too. Wet. So tight I feared I’d hurt you.”

The hand on her neck
repositioned to anchor on the glass, as his other one relocated from her hip to her clitoris and his touch glided in a light circular pattern. His thrusts quickened, grew harder and shorter, rocking her in a quick back and forth pattern with each drive. She dug her nails into his scalp as heat blossomed from their connection.

“Look at us in the reflection.”

She tried to adjust her vision on them, but he felt so perfect, she could concentrate only on the radioactive heat expanding from her core. She curled her fingers braced on the pane into her palm. He shifted his hand beneath hers and entwined their fingers together. Against the back of her ear, he whispered, “Let go, brat. I’ve got ya.”

Moments later
Sam lost her fight and climaxed, crying his name. Her grip on his head loosened and her knees went weak from the potency of her rapture. As promised, he had her, protected her even when she couldn’t fend for herself.

“Fuck.” He
wrapped both his arms around her waist and buried his face in her hair. “You feel fantastic coming on my cock.”

The crudeness of his words didn’t
compute, as he pumped faster. Without his support she wouldn’t have been standing.

The
newfound intensity of his drives lengthened her gratification into an endless chaos of bliss, until he went deep and froze, groaning against her ear as he came. He executed circular motions with his hip, extending their delight until he wobbled against her and stopped moving altogether. Once more, he cupped her chin and turned her head so he could offer her a sweet and sinful kiss.

“I love you, Sam.”

Afraid she’d cry over his confession, she caught the back of his head and dragged him down for another kiss, infusing all her emotions into the embrace. “I love you too, Heath Fangor.”

“Fuck,” he said as he slid from her body.
“I got caught up and forgot to wear a condom.” He jammed his fingers through his hair. “I’m clean.”

That wasn’t something she’d worried about, even though she should’ve.
But she trusted Heath to take care of her. If he hadn’t been clean of STDs, she’d have known long before now.

“Me too.” She turned in his arms and cupped the side of his face
, rubbing her breasts against his chest for the sheer pleasure. “I’m also on the pill.”

“It was still irresponsible of me to make love to you without a condom.”

She shrugged. “Can’t do anything about it now.”

“You’re reckless.”

Hadn’t she established that with her past behavior? She licked the center of his chest. “For the record… that was amazing.”

He bent his knees and got in her face. “Better than
my wet dreams.”

She smiled. “Better than my fantasies.”