swept the skirt up and tossed it in the general direction of the jacket—though whether he made the shot he had no idea, because then Ava was standing between his knees in her lacy panties and bra. White. Pretty. Sexy as sin. And the only thing he could think was she was a living fantasy. And that was
before
she straddled his lap.
—
He’d made her come less than five minutes ago, but already Ava was edging toward desperation. It was never like this with her. She didn’t get breathless or soaked or achy. But now, as she spread her knees, sinking into the cushions of the couch so she could feel Sam’s hard-on through the faded denim of his jeans, she was all three at once.
Sam caught her hips in his hands, stilling her movements and then bringing his hands up to the cut of her waist, to her ribs, and just when she was about to press her breasts into those roving hungry hands, he bypassed them completely. Reaching for her face, he cupped her jaw as he threaded his fingers into her hair.
“So how are we going to do this, Ave? Right now, all I want is to flip you over and sink into that tight little body of yours, but something tells me we ought to set up a few ground rules before we get our hot and heavy on.”
Rules. Right.
They were probably a good idea.
She’d had a few of her own that until she’d let them fall by the wayside had kept her out of trouble pretty well.
So maybe a replacement rule or two were in order.
She brushed a thumb across his bottom lip, wanting more than anything to kiss him. To have his mouth on hers.
But because of all the other things she wanted too—the things that weren’t within minutes of being within her grasp—the rules had to come first.
Sam rocked his hips, pressing his length into just exactly the right spot.
Friction.
Contact.
“Rules,” she gasped, watching his gorgeous mouth curve beneath her thumb.
“What are you going to give me, Ava? How many fantasies?”
Ava’s belly tensed, because she’d gladly give him all of them. But that wasn’t really what Sam wanted.
Which meant she needed to proceed with caution.
“Oh, sure, put it on me to number up with the fantasies,” she teased, with another slow rotation of her hips.
“What, you don’t want to tell?” Sam’s voice was low, seductive.
She cocked a brow. “Do you?”
Sam’s focus shifted as he seemed to consider. Then, “No. Maybe not.”
“So what do we do? Keep it to tonight?” she asked, hoping the disappointment wouldn’t come through in her voice.
But Sam was already shaking his head. “Not a chance, Ava. Not when I can feel how hot and wet you are through my jeans. But how about this? We’ll trade off. Take turns. I’ll give you one of my fantasies, then you give me one of yours.”
“For how long?” she asked.
“Until one of us runs out.” Rubbing his mouth against her thumb, he smiled again. “And I’m kind of hoping that isn’t too fast.”
Reaching behind her, Ava unclasped her bra, then pulled the lacy cups free, tossing them aside. “So what do you want, Sam. Tell me.”
Chapter 14
Maggie was staring her down from across the white tufted settee in the bridal boutique while they waited for their final fitting. The scrutiny was like an itch making Ava want to squirm and wiggle and spring away, but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was deceive. Everyone. Forever. And while most girls might not consider a lifetime of successful lies to the people they cared for most boast worthy, Ava was confident in her decision to keep her feelings for Sam private. After all, it wasn’t just their friendship she’d been protecting, it was Sam’s relationship with Ford, her parents, and later their group of friends too.
Sam needed those relationships. For a guy who seemed to know half the city and was friendly with just about everyone, he didn’t actually have very many close friends. Not people he trusted and cared about on more than the most superficial level,
before
she straddled his lap.
—
He’d made her come less than five minutes ago, but already Ava was edging toward desperation. It was never like this with her. She didn’t get breathless or soaked or achy. But now, as she spread her knees, sinking into the cushions of the couch so she could feel Sam’s hard-on through the faded denim of his jeans, she was all three at once.
Sam caught her hips in his hands, stilling her movements and then bringing his hands up to the cut of her waist, to her ribs, and just when she was about to press her breasts into those roving hungry hands, he bypassed them completely. Reaching for her face, he cupped her jaw as he threaded his fingers into her hair.
“So how are we going to do this, Ave? Right now, all I want is to flip you over and sink into that tight little body of yours, but something tells me we ought to set up a few ground rules before we get our hot and heavy on.”
Rules. Right.
They were probably a good idea.
She’d had a few of her own that until she’d let them fall by the wayside had kept her out of trouble pretty well.
So maybe a replacement rule or two were in order.
She brushed a thumb across his bottom lip, wanting more than anything to kiss him. To have his mouth on hers.
But because of all the other things she wanted too—the things that weren’t within minutes of being within her grasp—the rules had to come first.
Sam rocked his hips, pressing his length into just exactly the right spot.
Friction.
Contact.
“Rules,” she gasped, watching his gorgeous mouth curve beneath her thumb.
“What are you going to give me, Ava? How many fantasies?”
Ava’s belly tensed, because she’d gladly give him all of them. But that wasn’t really what Sam wanted.
Which meant she needed to proceed with caution.
“Oh, sure, put it on me to number up with the fantasies,” she teased, with another slow rotation of her hips.
“What, you don’t want to tell?” Sam’s voice was low, seductive.
She cocked a brow. “Do you?”
Sam’s focus shifted as he seemed to consider. Then, “No. Maybe not.”
“So what do we do? Keep it to tonight?” she asked, hoping the disappointment wouldn’t come through in her voice.
But Sam was already shaking his head. “Not a chance, Ava. Not when I can feel how hot and wet you are through my jeans. But how about this? We’ll trade off. Take turns. I’ll give you one of my fantasies, then you give me one of yours.”
“For how long?” she asked.
“Until one of us runs out.” Rubbing his mouth against her thumb, he smiled again. “And I’m kind of hoping that isn’t too fast.”
Reaching behind her, Ava unclasped her bra, then pulled the lacy cups free, tossing them aside. “So what do you want, Sam. Tell me.”
Chapter 14
Maggie was staring her down from across the white tufted settee in the bridal boutique while they waited for their final fitting. The scrutiny was like an itch making Ava want to squirm and wiggle and spring away, but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was deceive. Everyone. Forever. And while most girls might not consider a lifetime of successful lies to the people they cared for most boast worthy, Ava was confident in her decision to keep her feelings for Sam private. After all, it wasn’t just their friendship she’d been protecting, it was Sam’s relationship with Ford, her parents, and later their group of friends too.
Sam needed those relationships. For a guy who seemed to know half the city and was friendly with just about everyone, he didn’t actually have very many close friends. Not people he trusted and cared about on more than the most superficial level,
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