One Night More (BBW Romantic Suspense) (One Night of Danger)

by Bayard, Clara

  I laughed. "And does that strategy work well for you?"

  "Most of the time. Is it working on you?"

  "Nope. Sorry."

  He traced a finger over my lips. "Not at all?"

  I closed my eyes. "Your touch? Yes. The movie? No."

  Sam leaned in and kissed me softly and I let out a low, contented sigh. "That's good too."

  His hand slid down further, lightly grazing the swell of my breast. "And that?"

  "Much better than a movie of any kind."

  He cupped the back of my head and kissed me again, deeper this time.

  "Mmm. Very, very good."

  "Carly, I know everything is insane right now. And this is the last thing we should be worrying about. But I want to touch you. I need…" His voice trailed off.

  "It's okay, Sam," I whispered. "I want you too."

  He smiled. "Fine, but you're sure it isn't the movie?"

  "Nope. The motel. It smells like cigarettes and feet. A truly arousing combination."

  Sam looked down at me, eyes suddenly very serious. "I am so glad I met you."

  "Ditto. Now shut up and kiss me."

  He grunted and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. "There. Now who's the bossy one?"

  "I just wanted a kiss. It can be your turn next."

  "Good. And I'm getting a lot more than a kiss."

  "Is that so?"

  "It is."

  "Such as?"

  Sam bent his head and licked my neck right over my pulse point. "Do you want me to tell you or show you?"

  "Maybe both," I murmured, sliding a hand under the back of his t-shirt. "Definitely both."

  He chuckled and closed his teeth gently on my skin. "You like when I talk to you? Like to know what I'm going to do to you?"

  "Yes."

  "Well," he said, dipping one hand underneath my shirt and bra. "We'll start with a little of this. And in the end you'll be spent, soft and sleepy in my arms."

  "And in between?" My breath caught as his fingers grazed my nipple.

  "In between there's going to be a lot of fun. I'm going to kiss you breathless. And then touch you everywhere at least twice. I'll memorize your body with my hands and make your skin so sensitive to my touch that you want to scream. But you won't. Not yet."

  "Oh no?"

  "No. You won't be able to, because I'll be back to kissing you again. This time rough. There might be a little biting, even. And then, when your sweet, sexy body can't figure out what I'm going to do next, I'll tighten my focus. Pull all that pleasure towards your center, bring it all together."

  "How?" I panted.

  "I'll slip inside you. Slowly, gently."

  "And then what?"

  "Then, when we're as close as humanly possible, I'll look into your eyes. And you'll look into mine. And then, when you're least expecting it I'll start fucking you."

  My fingernails dug into his skin. My entire body was flooded with heat, soothing tired muscles and inflaming my core to aching. "Tell me more."

  "No. There aren't words to describe what happens next. How it will feel. How you'll feel, clasped tight in my arms and holding me snugly inside you."

  My arousal pushed away any reservations or fear. No one had ever excited me like this and for the moment the rest of the world disappeared. We weren't running from anyone or dealing with any problems. We were just a man and a woman, alone together, giving in to what we both wanted – needed – most. A connection deeper and stronger than words could ever describe.

  "Oh, baby, you're thinking hard again."

  "Yes." My voice was raspy with desire. For him, and to let go. "I'm thinking about why we're still talking rather than doing."

  "Impatient?"

  "Yes."

  "I like that."

  "Does that mean you're not going to make me wait anymore?"

  "No," he said smoothly, lifting the hem of my shirt up. "It means I'm going to enjoy making you even more impatient. Could take hours."

  I raised my arms and let him lift the shirt off over my head. "I've heard that from you before. But you were the one who couldn't wait."

  "Things are different now. You're mine, Carly. I feel it and I think you do too. Mine to protect. Mine to care for. Mine to enjoy."

  I smiled, unhooking my bra. "Yours to torture?"

  "In the best way possible. Yes. Is that okay with you?"

  Our gazes met and I told the whole truth. "I'm not sure if I'm okay with it, but it's true anyway. I am yours. So take me."

  Chapter Eight

  Sam growled a happy, possessive sound at my admission. His mouth slanted over mine and he kissed me sweetly, almost lazily. His tongue danced between the seam of my lips, teasing them open and then slipping inside playfully, darting around and tangling with my own.

  I enjoyed the incongruity of the words he'd said and the kiss he gave. Always keeping my guessing.

  He pulled back enough to help me slip my bra off and then cupped my breasts in his hands, his thumbs sliding over the pebbled peaks. I sighed at the sensation of his rough, thick digits on my heaving soft skin.

  "Every second of every day when I'm not touching you is wasted time, Carly," he murmured as his mouth descended to my chest. "Torturous wasted time."

  His tongue glided over my flesh, tracing everywhere. Circling tighter, he laved the tips, chuckling at my sharp intake of breath.

  I wanted to touch him too, but every flick sent me deeper into lazy heat, like sliding into a warm bath. My arms flopped down by my sides and I head fell back against the wood-covered wall behind the bed.

  While his mouth was busy with my breasts, his hands skimmed down my arms and over my hips, following the lines of my pliant body. One hand slipped between my thighs and cupped there, stoking the fire building in me, even with my jeans and panties between us.

  I raised my hips, pleading for more. He obliged, opening my pants and sliding them down my legs.

  He stood at the foot of the bed and tugged the jeans off completely. He paused, dark eyes flashing as his gaze raked over my entire body, clad only in purple panties.

  I blushed, wanting to curl up, hide from the intense stare, but I didn't. Instead, as he shed his own clothes, eyes never leaving me, I did my share of staring too. The soft pelt of hair that covered his chest. The rippling muscles down his torso and legs. And, of course, the thick length of his member, hard and ready for me.

  "I see you, Carly. I can read the desire in your face." He joined me on the bed again, this time nestled between my spread thighs. He trailed a finger over the band of my panties, over my belly. "This is paradise. Right here."

  I giggled and reached down to tug on his hair. "You talk too much, Sam."

  He gaped at me with mock offense and then smiled. "All right then. I'll use my mouth for other things." Keeping one hand low on my body he sprang up, capturing my lips again for a kiss.

  But this was nothing like the last one. Now his tongue and lips and teeth were rough, diving and hard pressure and scraping. He devoured my mouth, sucking all the breath from me and giving it back.

  I clasped my hands tightly around his neck, abandoning any attempt to keep up with his frenzied motion. Instead I surrendered, letting him suck and nibble as he wanted. Given free rein to plunder my mouth, he did just that. Stubble scratched at my cheek and I moaned into the deliriously wonderful assault.

  But just as I was sinking into the pleasure of his kiss, he broke off and slid back down my body.

  With a rough hand he pushed my panties aside and bent to lavish his attention on my pulsating core. His fingers raked through downy curls and his mouth met my skin.

  From the first touch my hips jerked up, earning a very pleased chuckle from him.

  Sam kissed me as thoroughly there as he had on my mouth. But the addition of his fingers teasing in the slickness of my opening added another level of torturous pleasure. I twisted and bucked, trying to get more of what I needed, but he was in complete control. Holding me tight in his grasp, he la
pped at me relentlessly.

  "My god, yes," I gasped, unable to do anything but take what he was giving. It seemed every nerve-ending in my body was connected to the tiny nub he sucked and prodded. Every flick of his tongue tightened a string in me until I nearly vibrated from the tension.

  And then, as the string snapped and I went soaring, untethered, into climax, Sam sank two fingers deep inside me. I clenched around them and flew even higher. A wild combination of scream and groan burst out of my mouth and everything dimmed for a long time.

  When my vision cleared Sam was yanking my panties off. I smiled as he stretched out on his back next to me.

  "Tired, old man? Need a little nap?"

  His lip quirked up at the corner before he replied. "You'll pay for that question."

  "Oh yeah? How?"

  He grabbed me at the hips and pulled me over on top of him. My legs straddled his and the length of his manhood pressed hotly against my belly.

  "Kiss me," he ordered.

  I did, leaning down, pressing our bodies together. His chest hair tickled my nipples and I took his lower lip between my teeth.

  Looking into his eyes for any sign of reluctance, I was delighted to see only desire there. I bit down, tugging on his lip, and felt his hardness jump between us.

  "Mmm." I released his lip and bent to lick along his wide jaw.

  "Technically," he replied, "Neither of those counts as a kiss."

  "Ah, yes. My cop is a stickler technicalities."

  His voice was hoarse. "Of course."

  "Well then, allow me to give you a proper one." I mimicked the move he'd made earlier, sliding down his body. With my breasts pressed against his thighs I closed my lips around the wide, blunt tip of his member.

  Sam hissed and his fingers curled to fists.

  Seeing him struggle for control like that excited me. I was giddy with arousal and the power of it all. Wrapping one hand around the thick base, I took him deeper into my mouth.

  "This was not on the agenda for the evening, Carly," he said through gritted teeth.

  My only response was to use my tongue to swirl circles of wet heat along his shaft. When that made his hips rise I stopped and began to slowly slide him in and out of my mouth, using gentle suction and constant motion.

  Part of me wanted to stop, freeze the moment and tell him what it meant to me. That there, in the vaguely smelly motel, making love freely, without doubts or embarrassment was something new for me. That through everything we'd experienced somehow trust and caring had survived. The act I performed was one I'd always thought somewhat degrading in the past.

  But now that seemed stupid. Enveloping his most male part, being in control of his pleasure was intoxicatingly powerful. Watching him writhe under my touch made me feel strong and proud.

  It wasn't the time, and I didn't have the words to explain it all to him. So I told him with action, hands and mouth, fingers and tongue far more eloquent than words could ever be.

  The muscles in his stomach tensed when I clamped down hard at his base. A low groan issues from his mouth when I swiped over the tip with my tongue.

  "Enough," Sam finally croaked. "Get back up here."

  I grinned and sucked him deep one last time.

  Hands grabbed at my shoulders and this time I relented, laughing.

  "Pretty pleased with yourself?"

  I shrugged, straddling his hips once more. "Shouldn't I be?"

  "Just wait."

  I smirked as he rolled a condom on with shaky hands. He lifted me at the hips, hands holding up my body as if I weighed nothing. That alone was remarkable and erotic. Instead of nervous and wary, Sam's strength made me feel safe and protected.

  "You might be the perfect man," I mused.

  "How's that?" he asked, repositioning us slowly.

  "Strong and sexy. Not to mention-" My thought was cut off as he entered me. "Oh…"

  With his eyes locked on my face, he slid me down slowly, invading, stretching, enticing. The long, slow penetration stoked the flames inside me, intense and relentless.

  "Jesus, Carly. The look on your face when I'm inside you. It's the most stunningly beautiful thing."

  I tried to smile, but failed. All I could do was moan when he stopped, firmly nestled deep within my slick tightness.

  We stayed there, locked together for a while, my walls grasping him, his big hands holding me in place.

  "Ride me," he finally whispered.

  I briefly thought of refusing, a flash of embarrassment going through me. But the erotic heat in my core drowned it out and I obeyed.

  I held his lower arms and rose up before sliding down again, experimenting. I repeated the motion, faster this time and gasped as the slip and friction struck me. And then again, rising so high we were almost parted, but not quite, before sinking again to complete fullness.

  Eventually I found my rhythm and forgot all about the way my belly must have looked or how my breasts swayed. With hair falling in my face I moved again and again, adding a swivel of my hips and a tightening of my core.

  More than any other exquisite moment with Sam, I came alive then. With tender hands caressing my breasts, my belly, my hips, and his column of iron heat within me, I had the power, but we worked together, coaxing new levels of pleasure from each other.

  The only sounds in the room were the slid of flesh against flesh and our breathing, growing louder in unison.

  Sam reached between us and rubbed at my clit with his thumb, sending me rocketing into space, calling out his name. But before the waves of pleasure abated he wrapped his arms around me and turned us.

  Now I was beneath him, warmed and shielded by his bulk. I watched the last bit of control leave his face and he bent his head to kiss me hard. His cock slid back deep and this time he kept the pace, a rough, wild series of thrusts.

  Nonsensical mutterings flew from my mouth as I crested another wave of climax. But still he went, deeper, harder, driving fully inside, claiming me for his own.

  And when finally, with a groan, he reached his own completion, he sank down, his entire weight on me, so heavy and welcome.

  He took a few jagged breaths once the convulsions stopped. "Just like I said, paradise."

  I ran my fingers through his hair, lifting the damp curls off of his neck. "And just like I said, you talk too much."

  Sam chuckled. "You're awfully sassy today, baby."

  "That's what you do to me."

  "That's all I do to you?"

  "No. There are a few other things too." The thin sheen of sweat cooling on my skin made me shiver.

  Sam yanked a blanket over us as he continued to soften inside me. "Please, tell me about these other wonderful things I do to you."

  "Well, this is one. Being so thoughtful and attentive right after sex."

  He looked into my eyes. "There is nothing you do that I don't notice. And nothing I won't do to keep you safe and protected. And sexually satisfied."

  I grinned. "I'm all of those right now."

  He shook his head. "Not quite. I think you could stand for a little more satisfaction." His hips rotated and I felt his growing thick and hard again.

  "I don't know if I need that."

  "Of course you do. We're having a conversation and you're completely lucid. When you're done, really done, I want to unable to speak or move." His gaze was intense and sharp.

  I clenched my muscles on him and hooked a leg around his hips. "Guess you better get to work then, huh?"

  He leaned down and kissed me before starting the breathtaking slide all over again.

  I woke up in the middle of the night and stretched languorously. As promised, Sam had left me sated and exhausted, but the quiet of the motel around us made it hard for me to stay asleep. My brain was used to filtering out the all-hours sounds of the city, unaccustomed to silence.

  After a quick trip to the bathroom I took a moment to watch Sam sleep. His big body was sprawled across the double bed, but the spot I'd vacated still waited for
me. I watched his chest rise and fall and smiled at the shock of dark hair that spread around his face.

  I needed to ask him about the hair. I'd never seen a cop with long hair before. Sure, it wasn't hanging down his back or anything, but it brushed his broad shoulders in the back when he let it hang free. It was sexy as hell, just like the rest of him, but didn't really match his personality. Maybe it was part of his undercover work, or just a little bit of rebellion. Either way I wanted to know. I wanted to know everything about him.

  Standing there in the dark, only a faint yellow light from outside, I realized I'd truly opened my heart to him, and he'd done the same. It was crazy and fast, but so was everything in my life right now. And this beautiful man was the best of it, the saving grace and shining beacon of hope. From his brash protectiveness to his silly sense of humor, Sam was indescribably fantastic. Wholly imperfect, but maybe perfect for me.

  Mind bursting with these thoughts, I shivered in the cold air. Not ready to climb back into bed yet, I dug through our discarded pile of clothes to find something to put on. Then I remembered Sam bought himself a couple of t-shirts on our way to the motel. I went over to the bag and pulled one out.

  I yanked off the tags and slipped into it. I spotted something reflective in the bag and took it out, curious.

  It was a chrome-colored prepaid cell phone, like the one he'd given me to spy on Mitchell with. That plan hadn't gone as well as I'd hoped, but it had, in a roundabout way, led me here. With a smile I flipped it.

  After glancing over my shoulder to confirm he was still fast asleep, I stepped back into the doorway of the dark bathroom and turned my back to block any light from the phone.

  Thinking of Anna and how worried she must be, I turned the phone on to call her. The phone was untraceable so it wouldn't put her at any risk. Besides, I just needed to hear her voice, even just on her outgoing message.

  When the phone started up I noticed it had been used already. The little indicator showed use of seven minutes, and there was a voicemail message. I figured Sam must have tried contacting a friend on the force or something, and began dialing Anna's number.

  I paused, looking at the time. It was almost two in the morning. She'd be asleep, but wouldn't mind if I woke her.