Page 119 of Bulletproof

I felt the tingling sensation begin in the base of my spine, felt my balls tighten, my cock harden almost painfully as I began to grind against him. When his fingers trailed over the length of me, I tore my mouth from his.

“Could you do me a favor?” I panted as he nuzzled the side of my neck.

“What’s that?” he asked as he began slowly stroking me.

I shivered hard. “Would you please just fuck me already?”

“Yeah?”

I got it then. It had taken me a minute because his nearness had short-circuited my brain. Even though he had told me I was special, he had to show me too. Show me that I wasn’t just the guy he wanted to screw, but the guy he wanted to make love to.

“Idiot,” I told him. “I know all about your heart already.”

The shuddering breath he took made me smile before he flipped me over onto my stomach and licked a wet trail down my spine.

“Sam, what’re you⁠—”

“You taste like the ocean,” he growled, sucking, nibbling, until he reached my ass, spreading my cheeks before his tongue invaded me in a quick thrust into my body.

“Sam!” I yelled, jolting under the siege, the push deeper inside garbling the rest of my words.

His chuckle was evil as the thrusting became rhythmic, pushing, laving, as he used the hand not digging into my hip to tug gently on my cock.

“Gonna come.”

I writhed, twisted, and then gasped when he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with slippery, lube-slicked fingers. I was so out of it, so far gone, that I hadn’t even heard the snick of the pop top of the bottle. When he slid his fingers over my prostate, once and then again, I cried out his name before my body clenched tight and then came in a hurtling rush. It was a splintering orgasm, and I would have collapsed if he hadn’t had his hands on me.

With his lips and his fingers and his tongue, he had driven me right out of my mind.

I spurted on the bed, my balls emptying in a shivering, consuming release that was still racking my body with aftershocks as Sam lifted my hips and buried himself to the hilt in my ass.

He hammered into me, hard and deep, and I begged him not to stop, never to stop. When he came minutes later, I felt the hot liquid heat fill my rippling channel and then run down the back of my thighs.

“So fuckin’ hot.”

“Sam?”

“Your body takes all of me and holds me tight and then quivers when we’re done. Do you have any idea how fuckin’ hot that is?”

His words were scorching, delivered in his low, seductive growl that brought tears to my eyes as he leaned over, pressed his chest to my back, and wrapped his arms around me tight.

“You’re shaking.” His voice was hoarse.

I could barely breathe.

Slowly, tenderly, he eased from my body that wanted to hold him, keep him close, and when my muscles released him, gone was that feeling of weight and fullness that I craved.

He rolled over onto his back and pulled me down into his arms, hugging me tight, burying his face in my hair. I trembled against him, and he held me until my body calmed and I stopped.

“You know, when we’re together like that, I can feel how much you love me, trust me. It’s a gift.”

I tilted my head back, and he kissed me, and it was tender and claiming and all that I needed. They were not the passionate, smothering kisses of earlier; the surging arousal was gone, replaced by the swell of feeling, the contentment of love.

I’d never loved any man before Sam Kage. There was only him for me.

“I love you.”

“Me too.”