Hot as Sin (Hot Shots: Men of Fire #2)(51)
Author: Bella Andre

“You should have told me you were hurt.”

Figuring she’d gotten these bruises during their white-water expedition, she said, “I’ll heal,” but she didn’t want to focus on anything but the man sharing her bed. She ran her hands over his chest, his abdominal muscles.

“My God,” she said reverently, “you’re incredible.”

His mouth moving into a smile, he teased, “You’re acting like this is the first time you’ve seen me naked.”

She pressed a series of kisses against the broad wall of his chest. “We were just kids back then. And you are definitely aging well.” She looked up at him and licked her lips. “Really, really well.”

“Not as well as you are,” he said between kisses. “I didn’t think making love to you could be better than before. But you’ve amazed me again, sweetheart.”

Her ni**les hardened against his chest and the vee between her legs grew even hotter at his words. He was right. They’d always been a good fit. Ten years after their first time, she couldn’t imagine ever making love to another man.

Sam was it: the only man she wanted to share her bed with ever again.

But their bond was too new and she didn’t want to say anything that would freak him out, so she simply put her lips back on his and pressed her br**sts and hips up into his hard heat to tell him with her body.

His response was swift, one hand curling behind her head, the other moving down to cup her bottom. His thick erection pressed between her legs, effortlessly fueling her inner fire.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her lips, before crushing them beneath his.

She felt the truth of his words deep in her bones, before giving herself up completely to pleasure.

No one kissed as good as Sam. No one knew right where to bite or how hard. No one else had ever found the exact spot to lick or the hidden places she liked to be stroked.

Only Sam.

She didn’t know how long they kissed. A minute. An hour. All she knew was that she was drowning in desire, desperate for release, and that this time she didn’t want to go without him.

He pulled away so that he could look at her, his gaze moving everywhere, taking in her slightly fuller hips, along with the bruises and scrapes that she’d weathered thus far in Colorado.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

His declaration sent new blazes rippling through her, over her, as his hands cupped the undersides of her br**sts, pushing them together, and then his tongue found her ni**les again and she was moaning with pleasure.

Wanting to get closer, she arched her back as he cupped the damp vee between her legs with his palm. She gasped, involuntarily pushing her mound into his hand. The heel of his palm rocked against her and, again, she was so close, right on the edge of exploding.

Her limbs felt like melted butter and she wanted to spend hours tasting every inch of his body, but the truth was that she needed him too badly to take that kind of time or have that much patience. Not when she couldn’t resist the urge to wrap her fingers around his shaft. He twitched several times in succession in her hand, so hard and big that she wondered for the hundredth time if she was dreaming.

No other lover had ever matched him in size or skill, but, again, memories did nothing to live up to the reality of the man she now held in the palm of her hands. Moving her hand slowly up and down his hard length, he groaned—a sound that was half pain, half pleasure—and she smiled as she planted soft kisses against his shoulder, his chest, finally finding his nipple with her tongue.

She wasn’t surprised when he removed her fingers and pushed her back into the bed. A spring in the bed pushed into a sore spot in her ribs and she winced.

Sam stilled. “I’m not being gentle enough.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted. “Better than fine. I’ve never felt so good in all my life.”

To make sure he didn’t try to play the hero again by pleasuring her and then walking away unsatisfied, she wrapped her legs tightly around him. She was so ready for him—had been dreaming of him for ten long years late at night when she was unable to control her subconscious self—that all it took was one thrust to send her reeling into another orgasm.

He drove her higher and higher, covering her scream of pleasure with a passionate kiss as her muscles squeezed him, pulling him back in with every plunge. Closing her eyes tight, she gloried in every last second of ecstasy.

When she finally came down off the incredibly high peak, she realized that he was still huge within her. Looking into his eyes, she whispered, “Sam,” unable to keep everything she was feeling for him from wrapping around his name.

He didn’t say a word, but she already knew what he was feeling from what she read in his eyes, on his face, in the way he touched her.

And then, he started moving again, slower this time, his hands moving from her hips, to her waist, then over her br**sts, and she gasped as brand-new waves of pleasure ran through her, all the way to the tips of her toes.

She was burning up in his arms, goose bumps moving over her skin as he kissed her gently. As he rolled her ni**les between his thumb and forefinger, a moan fell from her lips at the amazing sensations he continued to evoke in her. All the while, he slowly moved in, then out of her, holding off on his own completion so that she could be right there with him when he came.

She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist and put her hands on his shoulders, pulling his head down. Their lips touched and they both careened over the edge, their hips bucking in perfect rhythm, their hands and mouths grasping at each other.

Later, as she lay against his chest, breathing hard while he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, she no longer tried to hold back the truth of what was in her heart.

“I love you, Sam.”

He couldn’t believe she was giving him a chance to finally get things right, especially after he’d done so many things wrong. Not only had he screwed up by leaving her alone for so many weeks on end after the miscarriage, but when she fled to San Francisco, why hadn’t he gotten down on his goddamned knees and begged her to come home?

He couldn’t screw it up this time. She deserved the fairy tale this time. She deserved to be romanced.

She deserved to know without a doubt that she could count on him to be there for her. Forever.

Misunderstanding his silence, Dianna came up on one elbow and smiled at him.

“It’s okay, Sam,” she said softly. “I’m not in any rush. And I don’t want to pressure you into anything. I just wanted to tell you what I’m feeling, that I’ve fallen in love with you all over again. And nothing you say or don’t say is going to change my mind.”