Taking Chances, Ann Omasta [cool books to read txt] 📗
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I was mortified that he had heard me. “I’m fine. You must be hearing things.” I lamely tried to put the blame back on him.
I quickly went through my reminders once more, silently this time, before hopping on my good foot over to open the door. He looked as handsome as ever, but I had renewed my conviction to ignore how attracted I was to him, and I was determined not to give in to the undeniable, magnetic pull I felt towards him.
He made that difficult by bending down and swooping me into his arms. “What are you doing?” I asked shrilly.
“I’m taking you downstairs. Unless you’d rather hop on one foot or slide down the steps on that fabulous ass?”
“This will be fine. Thank you.” I turned away from him as I said it, keeping my face a mask of indifference and ignoring the five-alarm fire that was burning inside me from being cradled in his arms.
When he deposited me on the deep, brown leather couch, I fussed with the quilt to hide the shakiness I was experiencing from being so close to him. He gently placed my injured ankle up on the pillow of the couch, telling me it was a good idea to keep it elevated.
Once I was all situated, he smiled down at me, then lifted the blanket and plopped down right next to me, pulling the cover over both of us. “This isn’t what I had in mind,” I grouched.
“It’s exactly what I had in mind,” he responded, sighing with pleasure as he reached behind us for the television remote. I didn’t see the television, but he pushed a button and a huge flat screen lowered from the ceiling in front of the massive stone fireplace.
Miss Dixie decided that she needed to cuddle too, so she climbed up on the couch and plopped down on Sam’s feet and my non-elevated foot. Surprisingly, even as big as she was, her weight wasn’t uncomfortable.
Before long, I was warm and snuggly. Sam started a romantic comedy movie from the ‘New Releases’ section of his On-Demand library, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. All I could think about was how near he was, how comfortable it was to lie beside him, and how I hoped he would touch my girly bits soon.
His breathing settled into a regular rhythm, and I could tell he had fallen asleep. How could he sleep when I was so worked up? Men!?!
I couldn’t focus on the movie that was playing. My mind was completely preoccupied with my proximity to Sam. He and his dog were sprawled across me as if they owned me, and it was nice. No, it was way beyond nice. It was fantastic and warm and comfortable.
My hands were itching to touch him. I could easily reach under his shirt and run my hands over his chest and belly. Maybe I could even do it without waking him.
What if he did awaken, though? I wasn’t prepared to deal with the idea of sleeping with Seth’s brother. Unfortunately, my Jiminy Cricket-like conscience didn’t seem to be willing to let this one slide, but my body simply wasn’t listening.
My nipples were erect and swollen. I didn’t remember them ever being this taut for this long. They were achy and needed to be touched. I shifted slowly and carefully to lightly rub my breast along his arm. I wanted more, much more, but I didn’t dare.
My legs were spread apart, since my ankle was elevated on the back of the couch. I could feel wetness at my core. One of Sam’s legs was sprawled across my leg that remained down. I moved slightly to the left to bring the weight of his leg closer to the pulsing need at my center.
I was so tightly wound and turned on that if he moved his leg another inch, I was sure I would come. How did I go from being unable to orgasm to flying over the edge with a fully clothed man’s leg near my vagina?
This attraction I had to Sam was not logical. My body was humming with excitement at his nearness. I was contemplating another stealth move, when I noticed that his breathing had changed. It was no longer the deep, regular breaths of sleep.
I froze, wondering if he had felt me trying to use his body to satiate my need. I didn’t have to wonder long.
“Trying to take advantage of me in my sleep?”
“Don’t be absurd,” I answered automatically.
He shifted to his side, and I felt his erection at my hip. Before I could cover my reaction, I gulped in a breath and closed my eyes, relishing the feel of him against me. I released the air shakily.
“I can tell that you want me, and I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you,” Sam murmured in my ear. “Say the word, and I’ll scratch that itch for you.”
He gently bit my earlobe, and I felt it all the way down my spine. I shook my head, trying to be strong and resist him. He ran a hand up the shirt I had borrowed from him and hovered over my breast. I arched my back, yearning for him to touch me.
His fingers were so close that I could feel their warmth, but he didn’t touch my skin. He looked directly in my eyes, “Say the word, Abby.”
I reached out to smooth my hand under his shirt, but he used his free hand to stop me. He pinned down my errant hand over my head. Somehow, his achingly close fingers never touched my breast, even though my nipple was puckering out towards him.
He lowered his face to mine and brushed a whisper of a kiss across my cheek. “Say it,” he demanded once more.
I had known this was inevitable since I’d first felt this insane attraction to him. I just hadn’t been willing to admit it. I thought about trying to deny him, but knew that I just wasn’t capable of it. Having him so close, teasing me was more than my sexually charged body could take.
I decided to completely let go of my inhibitions and doubts. For the first time in my life, I was just going to savor the pure pleasure of hot, dirty, mind-blowing sex. My body was already completely turned on, desperate for him to touch me. All I had to do was tune out the worries and negative self-talk, and enjoy the oblivion brought on by all-consuming sexual desire.
I had the pleasure of seeing the flicker of surprise in his eyes when I looked directly at him and croaked the word. “Yes.”
His pupils dilated noticeably, but he held back to confirm once more. “Yes? You’re sure?”
“Yes. I want you.” I said it confidently this time. He rewarded my positive response with a dazzling, crooked grin. Then he lowered his head to run his lips and tongue behind my ear.
I was desperate to touch his skin, but he still had one of my arms pinned. I used my free hand to raise his shirt and shuddered with pleasure as I smoothed my palm up his defined abs. I smiled when I felt his nipples harden as I grazed over them.
I continued my exploration of his skin with my free hand. It found its way around to his back, then down toward his rear. He sucked in a breath when I slid my hand under his jeans and cupped his bare butt cheek. With his buttock firmly in my grasp, I yanked my hand forward, pulling him into me. His thick cock ground into my side.
“We have way too many clothes on,” he murmured the words at my ear. “I want you naked now.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I fumbled with getting his shirt off, so he released my pinned hand. I quickly moved to relieve him of his jeans, popping open the buttons at his fly. Since he wasn’t wearing underwear, the tip of his cock peeked out at me. As I undid each button, more of it’s fabulous length was revealed to me. He stood to make the job easier when I tried to ease his pants down, and I had the pleasure of seeing his entire glorious, naked body.
His massive erection stood at attention, poking out towards me. I was aching to touch it, but my hands were occupied as Sam bent to lift the borrowed shirt over my head.
He gazed at my bare breasts before bending to swirl a tongue around each one. I arched my back, craving more. He took advantage of my position to swoop the sweatpants down and off me.
He had taken my panties along with my other wet clothes, so I was completely nude. I felt slightly self-conscious at his slow perusal of my body. My angst quickly
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