"Sam, please," I breathe into his ear.

"Yesss," he hisses, gripping my thighs tighter before bucking into me again. "Let's go."

I can't take him back to my place. "You have a room?"

His hazel eyes meet mine and I can tell he's a little disappointed. I distract him by running my fingers through his shaggy brown hair, tugging softly before attaching my lips to his neck. "Come on, Sammy, please" I mumble, swirling my tongue the way he likes, "I need to feel something. Anything."

"Fuck," he breathes, dropping his head to my shoulder. I know I'm playing on his guilt. I can't find it in me to care right now. "Yeah, I got a room. Let's go, baby girl." He grips my hand and hightails it out of the bar.

...

Sliding the key in the hotel door, it barely has a chance to close before I shove him against the wall next to it and run my hands over his muscular chest. Lots of rediscovering to be done. So little time.

His head drops back against the wall softly, watching me through hooded eyes while I move slowly down his abs. Tugging on his shirt, I peek up at him and whisper, "off."

Sam immediately obliges, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere behind me. I lick my lips. His torso is a piece of fucking art. Pressing my lips to his tattoo, I resume my perusal with my mouth. He lets out a hiss when I reach a nipple and suck. He's so tall that I can't reach much further up than this...so my only other choice is down. Bummer.

My tongue runs a firm line down the line between his abs. When I reach his happy trail, he threads his fingers through my hair and forces me to look up at him. His eyes are on fire yet a little hesitant. I can tell he's trying to decide if this is a good idea. We're close to the point of no turning back. I can't let that happen.

Keeping eye contact, I drop to my knees and grip his thighs, loving the rough material of his jeans. Slipping my tongue beneath the waistband, I slowly drag it across his hips, knowing I'll find exactly what I'm looking for. His mouth drops open and eyes screw shut when I find my prize, flicking my tongue across the slit. "Bella," he chokes, before tightening his grip in my hair and coaxing me to stand. "C'mere baby."

I pout, upset that I wasn't able to taste more. He laughs under his breath a little and bends down to devour my lips. Fuck, he's so tall.

He takes a moment from kissing to drench my panties. "You want me to spill my load down your throat, then please, continue. But I would prefer to be inside you."

Fuck. Me. He's just as foul-mouthed in the bedroom as I remember. "Y-yeah..me too?" Eloquent.

He grins and starts backing me up slowly. My shirt is the first thing stripped. Followed by my jeans. He's good.

Before the back of my knees have a chance to hit the bed, he grasps my hips and spins me around quickly, placing a hand between my shoulder blades and forcing me against the bed.

Slapping my ass sharply, I choke on a gasp before moaning loudly when Sam presses his hips flush against me. His jeans feel amazing against my tender flesh.

Gripping my hair, he wraps it once around his wrist once before pulling, causing my back to arch and giving him access to my neck. "Like this?" He starts grinding roughly against me, drawing groans from both of us. No one would ever expect this behavior from him. I bite my lip and shake my head. Not this time. I want to see his beautiful face.

He releases me and I take the opportunity to climb up on the bed and lay down, my legs falling open. I watch with rapt attention while he unbuckles his belt and slides his jeans over his hips. I forgot just how large he was…and I'm afraid I'll be out of work for the next couple of weeks after he's proven himself to not be as small as I claimed. If only I could keep my fucking mouth shut.

Climbing over me, he plants his hands on either side of my head. I grip his hips and pull him down to where I want him. His brown hair falls across his face and I feel it brush against mine before he lowers his lips, kissing me deeply. My hips jerk and I moan into his mouth. He's so delicious. Lifting my head, I press against him harder, stroking my tongue more aggressively.

"Tell me what you need, Bella," he whispers against my lips. I buck my hips suggestively, feeling him brush against my folds. He lifts his hips up and nips my bottom lip. "No, honey. Tell me," he grunts.

Freakin...he's so aggravating, even at his sexiest.

"Y-You...I want you to fuck me, Sam. Please? I need you to," I whimper.

"Mmm," he breathes, "so needy, Bella." Reaching between us, he lines up and barely pushes the head of his cock in, letting me adjust and making me nearly wild. Resting his elbows on either side of my face, he stares into my eyes softly, and then drives home.

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Taking deep breaths, I finally manage to open my watery eyes and gaze up at him. Seeing his eyes screwed up, his neck straining, I start to relax. He had no idea it's been two years. I'm sure I'm almost uncomfortably tight.

Running my hands down his muscular back, I find purchase on his spectacular ass and dig my fingertips in, encouraging him to move.

Taking the hint, he slips out and pushes back in firmly, yet much too slowly several times. Scraping my nails up his back, I glare up at him. "I told you to fuck me, Sam. Are you not up for the task?"

His jaw ticks and teeth bare before raising up on his hands. Readjusting his knees, I start to wonder if it was a good idea to antagonize him. Too late. The next moment I'm seeing stars as I move two inches up the bed with the force of his thrust. Slapping my hands against the headboard, I hang on for the ride.

"Yeah? This what you need, girl?" He grunts, pounding into me so hard and fast I can hardly catch my breath. His hair is almost as wild as his eyes. Sweet Sammy is a fucking tiger in the sack.

"Fuck, yes!" I scream. Wrapping both hands around the back of his neck, I force him down to my lips, our kissing all tongues and teeth. "Your cock is fucking perfect, Sammy," I gasp out.

"Oh, that mouth," he moans huskily. Sitting up quickly, he sits back on his ankles before yanking me up against him. I wrap my legs around his back, locking my ankles, knowing I'm in for the ride of my life.

Resting my elbows on his shoulders, my fingers dive into his hair, needing to hold onto something. I'm almost giddy. He chuckles softly, out of breath, before laying a quick kiss on my lips.

Grabbing my waist, he lifts me a few inches before thrusting up and slamming me down at the same time. "Sam!" I gasp.

"I need you to come, Bella, fuck," he spits. He repeats his violent thrusts over and over, grunting and growling.

"So close," I whine, "please, Sammy, please!"

Gripping the back of my neck tightly, his intense stare meets mine, his breath fanning across my face with his pants. Not slowing down his thrusts, his other hand reaches down and finds purchase on my nub. My mouth opens in a silent scream, and I don't dare break eye contact, enjoying the way his jaw works as I grip him tighter.

"That's it, baby," he breathes. "I can feel you. Oh God, so tight."

I shatter. My head drops back as I scream his name, my hips thrusting violently. I'm not sure, but I might have blacked out for a moment.

I can feel hands grip my shoulders from behind, and suddenly we're still and I feel a warmth filling me deliciously.

The fog starts to clear and I lazily lift my head to gaze at Sam. He's right. No one can make me feel like this. The thought is a little depressing.

Sensing the slow shift in my mood, Sam lets out a quiet sigh and looks into my eyes sincerely. "Don't think, Bella. Just be with me right now. Right here. Everything else can wait."

Calculating my options, I realize that I don't want to be anywhere else. I can't fool my heart anymore. This man owns every fucking piece of me.