One Night Stand (3 page)

"This is a popular song," he said, sliding close so I could hear him. He gestured at the people around us and most were singing along.

"Yeah, don't you know it?"

"No. Should I?" He grabbed my waist and spun us around in circles a few times.

Surprised, I laughed, my hair flying and the club blurring around me. "Yeah, you should. It's on the radio and television every five minutes. It's called 'Full Dark'. Have you been living under a rock for the last few months?"

Sam let go of me and I missed the feeling of his hand on my skin. "Something like that," he replied cryptically.

I was about to rag on him for being mysterious when the music changed to a new song, this one slower with a smooth, sultry latin beat.

Sam pulled me close to him, and I couldn't decide what was better – his hips or the playful curl of a smile on his face. As we danced together, wordlessly learning each other's movements, I realized this was the best part. Being five-foot-ten and blessed with an abundance of curves it was rare for me to feel engulfed by anyone. But I did. Sam's massive height and build left me almost delicate in his strong arms and I liked it.

He led us across the floor, gracefully sliding between other dancing couples. The heat from his body was incredible, like a crackling fire. And as he slid a rock-solid thigh between my legs I almost moaned. Sam was hard all over, and not afraid to let me know it.

I looked up into his face and smiled, arching an eyebrow. He said nothing, just pulled me even closer so my breasts were crushed against his chest and I could feel both of our hearts pounding.

My whole body reacted, tensing and warming. It was like a switch had turned on and I felt alive in a way I'd almost forgotten was possible. I tilted my head back and parted my lips.

Sam took the hint and his mouth descended upon mine, his lips soft and forceful. The kiss was searing in its intensity. Lips and teeth and tongues slid and scraped. It wasn't romantic in the least, but it was the best first kiss I'd ever had. The music and crowd disappeared and all that existed in my world was Sam's mouth kissing me, his arms encircling, his body pressing against mine.

This wasn't me. I was not the girl who made out with strangers on the dance floor. But Sam set fire to every part of me and all I could think was that I wanted more. More kisses, more touching, more skin, more pleasure.

Half an hour later we were in a taxi headed back to my apartment. After the slow song ended Sam and I had reluctantly parted, but only far enough to speak. We found Anna, holding court over a group of cute guys, of course. She took one look at my face and bid us goodnight, motioning for me to call her in the morning.

Still high on that first kiss I'd nearly floated on air with Sam out of the club. He hailed a cab and slid inside behind me before telling me to give the driver my address. There was no need to pretend surprise or play coy. I wanted him desperately and knew if I took a moment to think about it I might not be able to let it happen, and I really, really wanted to let it happen.

As soon as we started moving Sam's arms encircled me again. He nuzzled at my neck, pushing my hair, damp with sweat, out of the way. As his tongue traced lines of heat over my skin I moaned and clutched him desperately.

"God, I never do this," I muttered, unsure if I was talking to him or myself.

"Don't worry; I'll help you through it. I even have some websites saved in case we get stuck."

I giggled and draped one of my legs over his, scrunching in even closer. I breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of his aftershave, soap, and skin. It was the perfect combination of sharp and sweet and fresh, and I knew it would always remind me of desire and masculine power.

"Sam, how is this happening? What are we doing?"

"Right now," he drawled, voice low and husky, "We're sitting in the slowest moving taxi in the state."

I sighed, dragging my fingers lazily down his chest, enjoying the quiet rasp of hair under the cotton. "You know what I mean."

"Carly, I have no idea what I did so right to earn meeting a beautiful woman like you, but I'm not going to question it. I'll just be grateful and hope whatever comes next is as wonderful for you as I know it will be for me."

"Whatever comes next? What do you think that will be?"

He cast a quick glance up at the driver who seemed oblivious, or just used to acting that way. Sam leaned in so his lips grazed my ear. "Next is the part where we get to your place, I strip you naked and kiss every inch of your body. I'll start with those gorgeous long legs." He ran a hand up my thigh to confirm his intention.

"And then?" My voice was rough and barely audible with excitement.

"And then, once my lips have touched every bit of you I'll let you undress me."

"With you so far," I replied, tangling my fingers in his curly hair.

"Then, if you're a very good girl I'll let you touch me."

"Mmm. And what will being a good girl entail?"

"Patience. Getting so turned on you could explode but taking your time, enjoying the excruciating anticipation."

"Anticipation of what?"

"Of me, my cock buried deep inside you, my hands holding you, my tongue tasting you, making you scream."

His words were so explicit it shocked me, but that just added to the erotic insanity of the conversation. My legs rubbed together as I felt my arousal building. I shifted on his lap, feeling the evidence he was in the same situation. I'd never wanted someone so much and for a moment I imagined climbing atop him right there in the cab, riding him to climax – not caring who saw or heard.

Sam cupped my chin in his hand and grinned at me knowingly. "Patience, Carly. Remember."

I chewed my lower lip and stared deep into his dark eyes. "How are you doing this to me, Sam?"

"I'm not doing anything," he said resolutely. "It's you. You are so sexy I want to devour you. But I'm going to savor you like a fine scotch, sip after sip all night until there's nothing left."

I whimpered from his words and the intensity of his gaze. "Who are you?"

He chuckled and kissed me lightly. "Tonight? The luckiest man in the world."

No one had ever talked to me like that. Even the one boy who swore he loved me never made me feel this desirable, this beautiful. I was happier than I'd been in years and if we'd ever get to my damn apartment already I knew it would only get better.

In reality the cab ride was relatively short, but it felt like an eternity before we arrived at my building. Sam paid the driver and we went upstairs.

I didn't even waste the instant it would take to turn on a light. The window shades were still open and I could see well enough in the moonlight for my purposes. Sam must have agreed because he didn't say a word before rushing me through the room to my bed behind a partition that served as a wall separating the space. My purse, shoes and clothes dropped to the floor in a line along our path and when the back of my legs hit the mattress I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down with me, silently thanking Anna for picking out a cute set of matching bra and panties earlier. It was something I wouldn't have bothered to do, but considering how gorgeous and sexy as Sam was, I felt at least my underwear should be worthy of him, if the body it covered wasn't.

Not that he seemed to have any problem with my shape. Sam's fingers roamed me restlessly, as if he couldn't decide where to touch first. I started to tug at his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and lifted it above my head, against the headboard.

"What…"

"Hush," he said low in his throat. "Just let me."

I noticed he held me firmly, but didn't move until I nodded. It was forceful, but thoughtful; a combination I hadn't realized was so erotic before.

Sam's other hand slipped my bras strap over my shoulder and his lips descended to the spot he'd bared. He kissed me there lightly, and then moved to the hollow of my throat and up my neck. His mass of dark curls tickled my face as his mouth slid over to my ear, circling the whorls with his tongue. I wanted to joke that he was headed in the wrong direction, but decided to play along with his little game – for a while at least.

He let go of my wrists, but patted them to indicate he wanted me to leave them above my head, and I obliged. Sam smiled approvingly and moved further down my body. He ran a finger down through my cleavage and kissed me on the lips. His tongue pushed inside my mouth and I opened to accept him. The kiss deepened and then softened as he pulled back to suck on my lower lip.

"You chew on your lip a lot, did you know that?"

I nodded.

"You did it three times in front of me tonight. Each one made me want to kiss you. Is it intentional?"

I shook my head and arched my back as his finger slipped inside my bra and the short nail scraped over my nipple.

"Didn't think so. It's really sexy, though, so you should try not to do it if front of anyone but me from now on, okay?"

I choked back a giggle. I'd been trying to stop biting my lip since I was a kid, to no avail. And no one had ever found it sexy before. The last man to comment on it had said it was insecure and silly. Which made me do it even more, of course.

A part of me bristled at Sam's possessive comment, but the rest swelled at it. How could I not be moved and kind of excited to think a man like him could want me all for his own.

"You're thinking serious thoughts; I can see them in your eyes. But don't worry. I have a very special cure for that problem."

And he did. Pushing the cups of my bra out of the way he sucked the tip of one into his mouth, cupping and lightly caressing it with one hand. He molded the other mound too, and started moving from one to the other, sucking and nibbling until I was panting breathlessly and my legs rubbed together.

"Mmm," he said, clearly pleased with himself. "Getting there."

Sam reached behind me and helped me remove the bra completely before laying me back down again and making sure my hands were back in place over my head. The position left me unable to touch him with my hands, but also stretched out my torso in a very appealing way.

He rolled over next to me, nestling his face in my neck and sliding a hand between my thighs. "You know, there are a few different kinds of sex people can have. I'm not talking about positions or specific acts. I mean different style of approaching the whole encounter. Like there's end-result focused sex, where each participant is just trying to get theirs, racing to orgasm."

Sam spread his fingers, pushing my legs apart at the same time. "And then there's combative sex. Like a wrestling match but more intimate." He drew a finger up over the seam of my panties, pausing as he felt the moisture pooling there. "There are others too, but allow me to fast forward to my favorite, and what we're about to try." He hooked a finger around the side of my underwear and pushed it aside. "What I like best is give and take. Not in the common sense of the term, mind you." His finger slid over my crease, sending spears of pleasure through my whole body. "I mean where I give
and
take."

The thick digit scraped over the tiny bundle of nerves at the top of my sex, making me gasp.

"If you agree, I will give you pleasure and take my own. I won't do anything weird or painful and I promise you'll enjoy every moment." He pushed a single finger into me, pressing just inside my entrance where I was most sensitive. "You can talk now, if you want," he added.

"Um, can't we just… you know, do it?"

He chuckled and licked my neck. "Of course. But humor me for a little while?" His finger pushed in deeper and my walls clenched around it.

"Okay." To be honest, he could have asked to set my hair on fire by this time and I probably would have agreed if it meant more of the intense, slow pleasure he'd been building in me.

"Are you sure? If you agree to this, I'm in charge. I set the pace and make things happen."

"Yeah, okay. Whatever you want. I just want…no, I just need you. Now." It was honest and raw and nothing like anything I'd ever imagined I would say to anyone in this situation. My previous sexual encounters were more shy fumbling than brazen desire. But something about him made me feel more womanly, safe to be daring, if that made any sense.

Sam smiled and sat up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. He grabbed something I couldn't see out of the pocket of his jeans and dropped in on the nightstand next to us. Then he lay back next to me and lowered his zipper.

A hungry, primal sound I'd never heard before came from low in my chest. My hands, still stretched above my head, curled to fists as I fought to keep from grabbing him.

Sam pushed his jeans down and kicked them off, displaying the rest of his magnificent body. He wasn't wearing undershorts and was completely naked now. And as I'd suspected, thick, strong and powerfully built from head to toe.

My gaze zeroed in on the long column of flesh between his legs, and it pulsed as if responding to my attention.

"Oh," was all I could say.

Sam grinned again, the arrogant smile of a man who knows he's stunning and proud of it. But given the sight before me, I couldn't be mad at him for it. If I was that hot I'd walk around naked all the time, waiting for strangers to kneel at my feet.

"Uh oh, thinking again. Better try harder to stop it this time."

I chuckled and shrugged.

Sam swung my legs around so he could pull off my panties. He stretched out on top of me, covering me completely in a way I'd never experienced before. He weighed a ton, but I loved the sensation of hard muscles under soft skin, and the heat that poured off of his big body.

His face was less than an inch from mine and he stared intently into my eyes. "Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you tonight?"

"Dumb bitch spilled my drink?"

"No. Well, yes. But that was before I saw you."

I smiled. "Tell me."

He repositioned one of my legs so it wrapped around the back of his knee, the movement pressing his sex against mine. "I thought you were a dream. A hallucination."