Pas de Deux: Part Two (A Cross and Pointe Novel Book 2) (13 page)

Cillian rolled his eyes. “Shocker.”

“He said something that kinda got to me. He said—” She bit her lip.

“What?”

“He said he hoped I had packed sexy clothes because you were going to need a...stress-reliever after the fights.”

Cillian's brows shot up. “Huh?”

“He implied that the whole reason I'm here is so you can—well, so you can get your rocks off after you get all fired up in the cage.” She blushed.

Cillian scoffed out a disbelieving laugh. “Tell me you don't believe that.”

Sammi frowned down at her hands as she toyed with her robe belt. “I don't want to believe it. But...look at some of these women here. Hanging around the other fighters. I mean...isn't that what you need?”

“What?” Cillian arched a brow. “Are you askin' me if I'm such a fuckin' animal that I gotta go crazy between a pair of thighs to calm down after a fight?”

Sammi flushed bright pink and he snapped his mouth shut.
Didn't mean to say it like that.

“Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say—”

“I understand,” she blurted.

“You understand what?”

“I mean, I could understand if—if that's what you needed.” She shrugged. “I just don't wanna feel used. We talked in the car, we established something. If you feel like you need me for
that
, I'd rather you just tell me than try to be sneaky about it.”

“Look at me.” Cillian gently took her chin between his fingers, turning her face toward his. “Sammi, as much as I would love to go there with you—and I really fuckin' would—I want more for you to
not
feel used. Okay? Trust me, I can control myself.” He felt a wave of relief at the sight of her smile. “I mean, you make it difficult...but I can do it. I said you can trust me, right? I said you're safe with me. And I meant that.”

She let out a long breath. “Promise?”

“Promise. Now, c'mere.”

He opened his arms, and Sammi crawled into them, leaning her head on his shoulder. They watched TV in silence for a while as he played with her hair, scratching her scalp in the way he knew relaxed her completely. He could smell the sweet scent that clung to her hair and her skin. It was distracting.

After a while, Sammi picked her head up from his shoulder and leaned toward him. She nuzzled his neck, her lips skirting his collarbone and his Adam's apple, then trailing along his jaw toward his ear. They left a tingling trail of tiny blazing fires along his jaw on their path across his jaw.

“Cillian,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear lobe.

He glanced down into her dark eyes. “Yeah?”

“Do you—do you wanna see me?”

“What do you mean?”

Sammi took his hand and slid it inside her robe. Cillian's palm filled with the cup of a bra and beneath that, the full, soft flesh of her breast.

Christ...
“Sammi—”

She pushed herself up to her knees next to him and slowly untied the robe, pulling off first one side of it, then the other, and tossed it aside. Cillian's eyes widened. Her breasts were perky and round, perfectly proportioned, and her waist narrowed before bowing out into the slender, beautiful curves of her hips. His hands itched to touch her, in her pretty pale pink bra and matching lacy thong.

He sucked in his breath when she crawled over him and swung a leg over his hips. He balled his fists into the comforter as she tilted her head and met his eyes.

“What do you think?”

His eyes devoured her. “I think you're gorgeous.”

“Do you want to see more?” She sounded shy, but there was an eager edge in her voice.

“Yes.” His own voice was hoarse and ragged.

She reached behind her back, unclasped the bra, and slowly maneuvered her arms out of the straps. She covered her breasts with a forearm and slowly pulled the bra away. She met his eyes boldly.

“Do you want to touch me now?”

He nodded.
Please Jesus yes now.

Sammi slowly moved her arms away from her chest. Her breasts were supple, rounded and soft, the nipples tantalizingly erect and pink, begging for his mouth.

As if they had a mind of their own, his hands closed gently around them as he swiped his thumbs lightly over her nipples, clenching his jaw at the feeling of her soft flesh and the taut little peaks that grew harder under his touch.

Sammi had seated herself right on his lap, and he could feel the warmth of her core even through his jeans, and she sucked in a soft, audible breath when she felt his arousal grow and harden against her.

She covered his hand with hers, squeezing to entice him to do the same to her breast. He complied, unclenching his other fist from the comforter to run his hand down her smooth back, his fingers trailing the indentation of her spine, until he grazed the soft flesh of her backside. Her other hand met his there and squeezed around it as well.

“You won't break me,” she whispered, a slight smile tugging her lips.

He sat up a little straighter and pulled her closer, pressing on her back as he brought his face to her chest and languidly licked at one of her nipples before drawing it into his mouth. Her flesh was sweet as it always was and he devoured her.

She gasped at the initial sensation of his tongue swirling around her sensitive little peak, and she let out a short, soft moan when his lips pulled at her nipple. He pulled away to repeat the action with her other breast as her hands grappled at his shoulders and he felt the sweet bite of her nails as they dug into his skin.

He reached up to tilt her head down and stretched his neck slightly to take her mouth. Cillian usually made it a point to keep their kisses slow and leisurely but as the heat of his growing arousal sharpened his need for her, he couldn't slow the movements of his own mouth, too eager to devour as much of her as he could manage.

“Cillian.” She gripped his face to make him look at her. “You can have me.”

His hands slipped beneath her hair. “Sure this is what you want?”

“I'm sure. I trust you.”

At her words, Cillian held her tight as he maneuvered himself to his knees and flipped her onto her back. Surprise filled her eyes at the sudden move, but she gazed up at him, her beautiful breasts moving quickly with her increased breaths, and she watched with wide eyes as he made quick work of his T-shirt, jeans, socks and shoes.

He moved on top of her and leaned down to take her lips in his as he ground his hardness right between her legs. She squealed into his mouth at the sensation, clutching at him and digging her nails into his shoulders again. Her knees drew up to her ribs before wrapping around his waist to hold him tight against her.

They stayed like that for a long time, mouths fused together. Finally, he gently broke the hold of her legs and pulled his mouth away. She panted hard and he reached for the waistband of her thong and pulled it over her hips, down her legs. He pulled her legs apart at the ankle and brushed his fingers against her. Her silky wetness coated his fingers and she let out a soft little moan. His arousal strained at the sweet noise, and he was harder than he'd ever been in his entire life.

“Sammi, you're so beautiful,” he murmured.

“I want you, Cillian. Please...”

He couldn't wait much longer. As though she read his mind, he felt her toes wedge into the waistband of his boxer briefs and maneuver them down over his hips until he could shake them off his legs. Suddenly he remembered something and cursed his entire existence.

“Sammi...do you have a condom?”
Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes...

Even in the dimness of the room he could see her cheeks flush. “Nightstand drawer. I-I got some before we left Boston.”

Cillian snatched the packet off the nightstand, tearing open the foil and rolling the condom on. He was too out of his mind for her, but in the back of his head, the impact of her words struck a chord.
She planned for this...she decided on this.

He pulled her body close and moved over her again, taking himself in hand. Her chest moved fast with her breaths and he slid his tip along her wet folds, pushing ever so slightly here and there to find the sweet spot of entry.

Her entire body tensed and he looked down at her, immediately stopping his movements. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly, and she was shaking a little.

“Sam. Don't do that. Open your eyes and look at me.” She did, and he cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her. “It's me. You're with
me
. Just kiss me.” He moved his lips insistently over hers until she began to return his kisses and feverish passion built up between them again.

“Okay?” he asked between kisses.

“Yeah.” Her fingers brushed his face as she looked up at him. “Please, Cillian. Now.” Her want-laced whisper was music to his ears. He took hold of himself again and lined himself up to her. He parted her lips with his tongue before sliding it deep into her mouth, at the same time as he began to move into her slowly. His generous size and her exquisite tightness required as gentle an entry as possible, and he did his best to go slow. But after the first couple inches, her worried voice broke through his fog.

“Cillian...” Her body tensed again.

“Relax,” he whispered into her neck. “Just relax, beautiful.”

She took a deep breath, and he waited for her body to relax before pushing forward a few more inches. Her wetness gushed deliciously around him and her ultra-tight walls stretched to fit around him like a glove. He looked into her heavy-lidded eyes and sank the rest of the way into her. She gasped, her eyes flying open wide. He nuzzled the pulse in her neck.

“Talk to me. You want me to stop?”

“Just—hold on a second.”

Every inch of his skin burned with the need to thrust, but he took a deep, silent breath through his nose as he waited for her to acclimate to the feeling of him inside her. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly again. He was about to ask her if she wanted him to stop altogether when one of her legs wrapped around the back of his thigh and the other slid up around his waist, and then he felt a small, powerful thrust of her hips below him. He bit back a grunt of pleasure at the feeling of her wet, tight walls sliding over him.

It was unmistakably permission to go ahead.

He slid one hand into her hair, the other arm bearing his weight as he leaned over her, and he started to move, slowly. She gasped softly into his mouth and he used all of his self-control and willpower to pace himself.

He tried to think of other things besides how gorgeous she looked below him, how satiny smooth her skin felt, how fucking tight she was. Her hands moved all over his back, her nails digging in, the sensation of the tiny sparks of pain doing nothing to help his cause to last as long as possible. He clenched his jaw, letting out another muffled grunt of pleasure when he felt the almost imperceptible pressure of the palms of her hands pressing against his ass.

Deeper.

Gratefully, he thrust into her, hissing when he slid past his previous boundary into even warmer, wetter territory. Her palms pressed insistently against him, and she whispered something, so softly he almost didn't hear it.

“
Yes
.”

He wanted to curse, he wanted to sink his teeth into her neck. He restrained himself, focusing on the slow, deep thrusts she seemed to be enjoying. He lifted his head and looked down at her. It almost undid him; her heavy-lidded eyes were narrow with pleasure, her plump lips parted to let her sighs and pin-drop soft moans escape, her dark hair spread around her like a silken, wavy halo.

“You're so beautiful.” Cillian tilted his forehead against hers.
God, I love you.

“Kiss me.” Her breath brushed his lips and he lowered his mouth to hers. She moaned softly into his mouth, and a hot warning tingle centered itself at the base of his cock.

Get your shit together, soldier. Do not fucking do it.

“Harder,” Sammi breathed.

His hips moved of their own accord, as if they heard the request too and were only too happy to acquiesce. The warning tingle progressed into full-blown alarm wail, but he was determined not to climax until she reached hers, even if he died in the process.

He lowered his mouth to her breast as he moved, his tongue slipping out to tease the erect, pink nub, making her gasp sharply and tangle the fingers of one hand in his hair. She began lifting her hips off the bed to meet each of his thrusts, her velvety walls clamping down tight around him.

He was fighting a losing battle against himself. The warm heat that had been coiling in his pelvis started pulling tighter and tighter, and every drop of blood in his body had gone to set up shop inside his member.

She's almost there. Hang on...

“Faster...please...”

He groaned, not only from pleasure, but also because that was the final request he dreaded her making. Deep, hard, and fast—this would be over before either one of them knew it.

“Sammi,” he finally managed, his voice deep and rough with lust, “if I do—this is gonna be over too fa—”

“I'm so close, Cillian...”

Ah, fuck.

He lowered his face to her neck again, burying it in soft curve where jaw melded into throat, and drove them both home.

His hips moved with lightning sharp thrusts, and just when he realized he had about five to seven good ones left before his body checked out, something amazing happened.

Her orgasm barreled into her, and a strangled, raspy groan vibrated out of her throat, her eyes squeezing shut. Her warm body convulsed beneath him as tremors of pleasure coursed through her. Her pelvic muscles fluttered rapidly around his length and before hers was even over, his climax slammed into him like a freight train and this time he did bite her, he couldn't help it, his deep grunt of extreme, body-shaking, soul-rattlingly intense pleasure muffled against her flesh.

His body slowed its movements, his hips thrusting shallowly, gently, carrying them both on the ripples caused by a tidal wave. She stroked his back with her fingertips.

“You good?” It took every ounce of his remaining energy not to slur out the question, as exhaustion and satisfaction like he'd never known before settled deep into his bones.