by Cathryn Fox
Sam reached into his jeans, his fingers curling around his cell phone. He pressed a button, turning it off.
“Where the hell is my phone?” Cat grumbled under her breath as pens and notepads spilled to the floor.
It occurred to Sam that calling for help was not his first priority. He swallowed and stepped closer, crowding her. So much for his plan to pull back. Around Cat he became blindsided by need and his control crumbled like burnt toast.
Anticipation coursed through him as his gaze flitted across her body. He felt a rush of sexual energy, similar to the one he’d gotten in Jessica Johnson’s little kissing closet back in junior high. It felt as naughtily delicious now as it did back then. Only this time, kissing wouldn’t even begin to sate his hunger.
Taking pause, Sam considered their predicament a moment longer. Two hours ago he’d never expected to be locked in a storage closet with Cat, sporting the mother of all boners. He had to admit, his day was taking a turn for the better.
“Are you telling me no one can get in or out? That we could be stuck in here for hours?” His mind raced and filled with all the deliciously wicked things he could do to that lush body in those few hours.
She snorted and gave him a look suggesting he was two pages behind. “Haven’t you been listening?”
He grinned, enjoying this sassy side of her. “I’ve been listening,” he assured her. “I just wanted to be sure of the details.”
Still searching her bag, she wrinkled her nose, impatience obvious in her stance. “Details? What are you talking about, Sam?”
He moved into her personal space and adjusted his footing, until her legs were trapped inside his. “Maybe you shouldn’t call just yet.” His words sounded suggestive and gained her attention.
She flicked him a glance. When her gaze met his, her movements stilled, awareness dawning on her face. “Oh.” Her eyes lit up, obviously reading the passion brewing inside him and rising to the surface.
Gaze riveted, he smiled a slow sensual smile that told her in no uncertain terms the naughtily delicious idea he was entertaining.
Her breathing grew shallow, her green eyes clouded. Straightening her spine, she made a move to push her hair off her face. Sam reached out and stopped her, liking the way it hung forward, the tips brushing over her nipples. Nipples that had, under his smoldering gaze, started to swell and poke against her thin silk blouse.
As he concentrated on those luscious peaks, his grin dissolved. The air around them charged. Sam had never felt such a powerful pull before. The chemistry between them was explosive, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
His voice dropped an octave. “I was thinking, Cat.” He surfed his finger over her cheek, and lower, over her blouse, stopping around the vicinity of her first button. “If we’re going to be locked in here for hours, I was thinking we should use this window of opportunity to test your responses again.” He got quiet for a moment, letting her digest the information and warm to the idea. Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Since we blew it last night.”
“Twice,” Cat added with a nervous, yet anticipatory giggle.
Sexual energy jetted between them and heated the room. Sam twined his arm around her, tugged her blouse out from her skirt, and splayed his fingers over the small of her back. His thumb stole over her sensitive skin in a gentle brush. She shuddered as her flesh came alive from his intimate caress. He loved the way she wanted him, the way her body beckoned his touch.
“Mmm, you’re so soft, Cat.” The heat from her naked flesh reached out to him and seeped under his skin as he pulled her impossibly closer, anchoring her curvy hips to his.
Cat’s hands joined the play. She put them on either side of his waist and pressed against him. Her lashes fluttered as she tipped her chin to look into his eyes.
“Sam, we’re in the storage closet at my work.” Her voice had taken on a sultry, sexy edge. “This is risky.” Her protest lacked conviction, and they both knew it. “What if we get caught?” Sam noted that her words said one thing, but the curiosity and excitement dancing in her eyes told an entirely different story.
“What if we don’t?” His rough voice gave way to soft persuasion. Fueled by need, he put his mouth close to hers. Their breaths mingled.
Cat got quiet for a moment and then her gaze traveled to his eyes, assessing him. “So this is for work, Sam? For research?” Her breathy whisper covered him like a warm summer breeze, giving him goose bumps. She’d actually given him goose bumps, for Christ sake. No one had ever given him goose bumps before.
Sam suddenly felt as if his whole world shifted when her honest, honey-flecked eyes searched his for answers. The connection between them was tremendous and he knew his need for her was reaching an all new high.
“No,” he answered, deciding she deserved the truth. “I want you, Cat,” he admitted honestly. “I’ve wanted you for a long time now.”
Her eyes dimmed with desire. She smiled up at him. Something about the intimate, emotional way she looked at him nearly stopped his heart.
“I want you too, Sam.”
He dipped his head and filled his lungs with her scent. “Good,” he whispered into her hair, pulling and pushing at her clothes, hands skimming her curves, unable to get enough. Her soft purr resonated through his body. “Then I’m all yours. You may do with me as you wish,” he said, his voice full of teasing warmth. “And don’t feel the need to be gentle.” Sam grabbed her bag and slipped it from her shoulder, letting it fall to the floor with a clunk, forgotten. “Because sometimes I like it rough.”
“Only one problem,” Cat said.
He slid his fingers through her hair and angled her head. He pressed his mouth into the hollow of her throat and breathed a kiss over her skin. Cat moaned and arched into him.
His heart pounded erratically. God, he needed to touch her and taste her all over. He gave a low growl then rushed on. “No Cat, trust me, there’s no problem. Everything is perfect,” he assured her, certain that if she stopped him, the heat coursing through his veins would cause him to go up in a burst of flames. “Turn that inquisitive mind of yours off and stop thinking.”
“But you said I had to wait twenty-four hours between stimulation before I can take the serum. If you stimulate me now, I won’t be able to take the serum tonight.”
God, it was just like her to be concerned about his future at a time like this. It warmed him to the depths of his soul. Cat Nichols probably wasn’t the kind of girl who’d up and leave a guy when something bigger and better came along either. Whoa! Where had that thought come from? Waging a war with his emotions, Sam pushed that thought far away, not wanting to go there, just wanting to enjoy each other for the moment before it all disappeared. And it would disappear. It always did. He’d learned long ago, he didn’t have what it took to keep a woman around.
With a long savoring stroke, he licked her neck and inhaled her intoxicating scent. He ached to taste every inch of her skin and lose himself in her again and again.
His whole body trembled, his voice coming out shaky. “I guess that just means we’ll have to go for round three tomorrow night. Because baby, I plan on stimulating you. At least a couple of times.” A thin sheen of perspiration pebbled his flesh as his mind conjured up the numerous ways to accomplish such a delightful task.
He could feel her pulse beat in a mad cadence beneath his tongue. A fever rose in him, forcing him to take a fortifying breath and summon a modicum of control. Fuck…he needed to slow down before he lost it and came right there, with his jeans still on.
She tried to voice an argument. “But Sam…” Her voice trailed off when he reached between her legs and in one quick motion snapped the thin elastic on her panties.
No matter what she thought, there was no way she was getting out of that room before he buried his face between her legs and tasted her sweetness. He knew it, and it was time she knew it too.
He parted her soft folds.
“You were saying?” Sam asked.
“What…” she stammered, her words fractured. It took effort for her to speak. Sam smiled, taking great satisfaction in his ability to shut down that inquisitive mind of hers. “What…what about your deadline?” she sounded so winded, her voice full of want.
“My what?” God, he couldn’t think now either. Not with her full breasts poking into his chest. And the way she swayed her hips, ever so slightly, grinding her lush pussy on his finger, snapped his last vestige of control.
Cat pushed her hands through his hair and linked her fingers behind his head, holding on for support. A violent shudder overtook him as her touch seeped under his skin.
“Your–” Her words died away when she felt the way his body reacted to her touch. Her sounds of protest morphed into a heated moan.
A shiver prowled through him. “I want you, Cat.” He hungered for her with an intensity that made his hands shake.
She gave a broken gasp. “Sam…” There was such urgency and emotion in her voice.
“Cat, babe, you need to stop talking so I can kiss you.” Driven by need his lips crashed down on hers. She opened for him as he feasted on her lips. He loved the way she kissed him. Her lips were warm and silky and made him ache to kiss the other dewy set at the apex of her legs, ache to drink in her intoxicating tang of arousal.
Sam’s muscles bunched. His balls tightened. His tongue slipped inside her mouth for a frenzied exploration. The warmth of her mouth made his knees buckle.
His finger dipped into her heated core, then stroked back and forth over her swollen clit, repeating the motion until her body shook. He plucked at her delicate pearl, making it swell with need, begging to be kissed and stroked, nibbled and nipped.
Her aroused scent called out to him. His nostrils flared, eager to answer that call, aching to drop to his knees and taste her liquid silk.
Cat broke the kiss, inched back, and drew a breath. Sam’s hand slipped from between her legs. Mischief danced in her eyes as they locked on his. Her mouth curved wickedly, her face flushed from heat and desire. “Oh and just for the record, Sam. I didn’t blow anything last night. Definitely an oversight on my part.” Her hand went to his throbbing dick and squeezed. There was a suggestive edge to her smile. “One I believe I’d like to rectify.”
Sweet mother of God!
So she wanted to play sex games with him, did she?
Her bold words prompted him into action. Trembling from head to toe, Sam grabbed her arms and walked her backwards, trapping her between his body and the wall. He pushed his cock against her, holding her in place. Her body molded against his as his gaze traveled to her breasts. Dark nipples tightened with arousal and poked out at him. A low growl of longing that didn’t even sound human gathered in his throat as his hands cupped her orbs. Thank God, the thick door buffered their sex sounds.
Using slow circular motions that drove Cat wild, he brushed her pebbled nubs through her blouse.
Christ, he needed to slow things down before he erupted on the spot. He inched back, giving them both a bit of breathing room.
He heard the raw ache of lust in her voice. “Sam, you wouldn’t happen to have a couple of condoms in your wallet would you?”
“I’m afraid not.” In fact, it had been a long time since he needed one.
Cat tilted her head and looked around, almost frantic, her eyes full of urgent need. “This is a storage room. Maybe we can find something in here.”
Sam chuckled and followed her gaze. His glance came to rest on her forgotten orange. He bit back a wicked grin, conjuring up a few sex games of his own.
“Yes, maybe we can find something to use,” he agreed as the most delicious plan began to formulate in his mind.
Face flushed, Cat licked her lips and swallowed. Hard. At that moment Sam realized just how hot it had gotten in the small room.
He frowned in concern. “Are you okay?” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face.
She drew a shaky breath. “Parched. My bag. Water bottle.”
Sam chuckled, loving the way he got to her. He pried her legs open with his knee. “Don’t move,” he warned in a soft, yet commanding voice.
“You really are very bossy, you know.”
He grinned. “I know.” Leaving her pressed against the wall, legs spread wide, he snatched her bag from the floor and opened it.
“You know, Sam. A man is never supposed to go into a woman’s bag.”
He peered inside. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Why?” he asked as her rooted through the contents. He dug through a ton of papers, pens, cosmetics, and other things he’d rather not know what she used for, in his quest to find her water bottle. “Is it because we’re unable to find things with all this junk?”
“It’s not junk,” she said, feigning hurt.
He pulled out a smooth round rock. His lips twitched as he and held it up to her. “No?”
She furrowed her brow in mock annoyance. “Hey, that’s not junk. My nephew Matt gave me that.” She laughed, low and throaty. Then her voice dropped an octave, her lids lowered. “It’s because it’s personal, Sam. Going through a woman’s bag is personal.”
He lowered his voice to match hers and cast a long lingering glance. “And this isn’t?” he asked, slowly sliding his thumb up her leg and under her skirt until he found her swollen clit. He brushed his thumb over it, slowly, methodically, making her writhe and moan in heavenly bliss. He dipped one finger inside. Her pussy clamped around him as he stirred her heat.
She braced herself against the wall. Her breathing hitched; her lids slipping shut. “Oh, my,” she said in an unsteady voice.
“Now do you want me to find your water bottle or not,” he gruffed, humor edging his voice.
Sam noted the dots of perspiration on her forehead. With unabashed passion, she pushed her pelvis against him and said, “Not if it means you’re going to stop doing that.”
In one fluid motion, Sam grabbed her hand and placed it on her clit. Taking her index finger in his, he swiped it over her passion-drenched sex. Her lids flew open. Her jaw dropped and she stared at him in mute surprise. Sam smiled at her. “Why don’t you take over for me for a second.” It was a command, not a question.
She let out an excited rush of breath and read the real reason behind his actions. “Do you like this, Sam? Do you like watching?” she asked, her voice full of tortured promise as the gleam in her eye turned wicked.
Lust exploded through him. The sweet torment made him throb. His cock pressed so hard against his jeans it hurt to the point of pain. But it was a pain he was willing to put up with to watch Cat pleasure herself. Damned if he didn’t like that.
“Does this turn you on, Sam?” Her voice was low, husky.
He gulped. A shiver skittered through him. “Hell, yeah.”
A low groan sounded in her throat as she swooshed her fingers over her clit. She hiked her skirt up and spread her pink lips wider, giving him his own personal peep show. The sight of her damp, passion-soaked curls and the scent of her arousal saturated the room. Sam inhaled, drawing it into his lungs, letting it curl through his body and bring warmth to the darkest corners.
As her scent rushed through his bloodstream, his body responded with urgent demands and he almost lost it right then and there. His throat dried. Blood pounded through his veins as he fully appreciated her private seduction. Vibrating with need, Sam finally found the water bottle, wishing he could pour the cold liquid over his body, one part in particular.
Almost desperate, he pulled on the plastic spout and squeezed it into his mouth. “Damn, it’s not working.”
“You don’t squeeze, Sam. You suck. Let me show you.” With her free hand, she took the bottle from him, wrapped her lips around the plastic spout and sucked, long and hard.
Oh. My. Fuck.
Sam stood there, barely able to move, barely able to breathe, watching as she pleasured herself and sucked on the bottle, the exact same way he wanted her to suck on his
cock.
A moment later, after she had her fill, she handed it back to him and licked a drop from her lips. He grabbed the bottle and took a long pull. Letting the cool water ease the heat inside him.
“Do you want more?” Lord, was that his voice? He sounded like he’d just eaten a bucket of nails.
“One more sip,” she said. Sam held the bottle to her lips while she drank. There was something very intimate in sharing a water bottle, he decided.
After she finished, he twisted around and placed the bottle on the filing cabinet.
“Thank you, Sam,” she said in a soft tone.
He turned back to her. When he met her eyes, desire for something more, something deeper twisted inside him. Sam sucked in a shaky breath and watched her for a moment. As his gaze panned her body, everything in him reached out to her.
“Sam.”
Her voice gained his attention. His eyes went to hers. “Yeah?”
She pulled her hand out from under her skirt. Her eyes panned his body like a sultry caress. “I’m very, very wet.” Her finger went to her mouth.
He scrubbed a rough hand over his jaw. “Jesus Christ, Cat. Are you trying to turn me into a premature ejaculator?”
Her soft chuckle curled around him. She crooked her finger and motioned him closer.
Her finger went back to her mouth as Sam wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his body. He closed his mouth over hers, taking her finger and her tongue into his mouth at the same time.
With his throbbing cock pressed against her, he gyrated, aching for something far more intimate. Cat tore at his shirt and ripped it from his pants. Without haste, Sam pulled it off and tossed it aside.
He listened as she inhaled, taking his scent into her lungs. Soft silken lips found his chest. She kissed his naked skin and made small sexy bedroom noises as she indulged in the taste of him. Her hot tongue lapped at his nipples with determined strokes, branding him with her heat.
He wrapped his hands around her, cushioning her in his arms as a strange primal possessive sound climbed out of his throat. Cat’s soft lips met with his again, kissing him with all the passion inside her, feeding the intensity of his arousal. Small hands reached for the button on his jeans.
