Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Her lips are swollen and red and the glassy look in her eyes says she’s as turned on as I am. “Do you… wanna get out of here?”
“Where to?” I ask, knowing good and well I’ll go anywhere she wants.
Stella bites her lip and glances at the floor. “I have my dorm to myself… maybe we could go there?”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Nineteen
Stella
Holy crap! I can’t believe I invited him back to my dorm.
Clearly, I’ve lost my mind. That’s the only plausible explanation. There’s been so much back and forth between us that I think I’m giving myself whiplash.
I can’t help but wonder if asking him back to my place was a mistake. But… at the same time, it feels right. Somehow, despite all of the pain and mistrust, everything with him feels right.
“You remember how to get there?” I ask, once he pulls onto the main road.
He glances my way before returning his eyes to the road. “Yup.”
Self-doubt slithers through me. “You don’t have to come up if you don’t want to.”
Samson grunts.
“Well, that’s reassuring.”
He glances my way again before settling his hand on my thigh, the tips of his fingers dangerously close to my center. “Anywhere you are is where I want to be.”
“Such a smooth talker,” I murmur as he parks his truck in the dorm lot.
Smirking, he kills the engine. “If you don’t want me to come up, I won’t. Just say the word.”
“I do.” My hands shake as I unbuckle my seat belt. “I do want you to come up.”
He’s out of the truck, and opening my door before I can take a full breath. “Then let’s go, Luna.”
I’m a fidgety, anxious mess the entire journey up to my suite. Tonight feels like a turning point, like something monumental is about to happen.
I let us into my suite and Samson doesn’t waste a second making himself at home. He toes off his boots and stows them neatly by the door before heading straight into my room.
He pauses in the doorway, taking it all in, no doubt comparing it to my room at home.
“This suits you.”
“Um. Thanks.”
“Cabinet is cool as hell too.”
“It’s on a timer,” I say awkwardly.
“Fuck, you’re cute.” He steps into me, hauling me into him with an arm around my waist. His mouth descends on mine.
His lips move expertly against mine as his tongue licks at my seam, begging for entrance. I part my lips on a moan, and he deepens our kiss.
I push onto my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck; Samson takes it a step farther, gripping my ass and hauling me against him. Instinctually, my legs wrap around his waist and we both groan at the contact.
He slides one hand beneath the waistband of my jeans and kneads the flesh of my ass, pulling me harder against him—and his massive dick.
My hips buck against his, as feelings I’ve only ever scratched the surface of race through me.
He nips at my lip, eliciting another moan from deep within me.
“Those sounds should be illegal.” He hums against my skin as he kisses his way down my jaw and to my neck.
Little moans and mewls escape my lips as he rubs me against him. “Samson,” I whine his name.
“I’ve got you, Luna.”
I’m so lost to the sensations racking my body, I don’t even notice he’s walking until he lowers me down onto the edge of my desk.
“Can I touch you?”
“Please.” I’m begging and I don’t even care.
He studies my face before reaching between us and popping open the button to my jeans and ever-so-slowly dragging down the zipper.
I squirm in anticipation, desperate and eager for his touch. He leans in, pressing his forehead to mine. “Gonna touch you now.”
I nod and he slides his hand down the front of my jeans, rubbing his fingers over my soaked panties.
“Oh, God!” I shift my hips in search of… something.
“You like that,” he states, dragging his fingers over my seam. “What about this?” He presses two fingers against my clit, rubbing it in quick tight circles.
“Oh! Samson!” My cries turn to unintelligible nonsense as I fall apart in his arms.
“Yeah, you like that,” he murmurs as I come down from the high only his touch can deliver.
He steps away and I instantly mourn the loss of his strong body pressing hotly against mine. He offers me his hand and helps me down onto my feet.
I lift my shirt overhead and unclasp my bra, letting it fall away. “Luna?” My name is a question as his eyes drop to my bare tits, and then to the ring dangling between them.
His eyes flare at the sight of it, and I run my fingers over the warm metal, making sure he sees.
I’m drunk on his touch, drunk and desperate for more.
“Touch me again, Samson.” I drag my hands up my body and cup my breasts. “Please.” I move one hand to lift the chain and bring the ring to my lips, not caring one bit that I’m begging or that I’m not playing fair.