Why wasn't I telling him to flee?
"Matias," Sam said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. My whole body began to shake with need.
But with the need for what exactly?
"Matias," the man before me repeated and then suddenly, his skin was on mine. It felt like I was moving in slow motion as I turned to watch his fingers slide down the length of my arm. His touch sent shivers through me. Not of rage, but of something else. Something stronger. I knew in that instant what I needed.
Sam's fingers trailed over my wrist and finally came to a stop over my fisted hand. "You don't need this," he murmured. My heart felt like it was going to slam out of my chest as he eased my grip on the hammer open until it landed with a thud in the grass. I expected Sam to step back at that point. To at least grab the hammer and move it away from me so I couldn’t use it on his beloved shed. But to my surprise, his fingers once again linked with mine like they had when we’d been sitting on the picnic table. “You don’t need it,” Sam repeated as he lifted our joined hands.
My chest seized when he positioned my arm around his waist. I told myself I was reading the move all wrong… that he was just going to hug me or something. But my addled mind only saw it as him giving me one thing.
Permission.
I let out an ungodly snarl as all my rage and need converged. I dragged Sam forward at the same time that I slammed my mouth down on his. He let out a little whimper that I thought could have been a protest of sorts, but when his fingers tangled in my hair and gripped it hard, I wasn’t so certain. Then he began kissing me back.
And all doubt was instantly erased.
I groaned into Sam’s mouth as his tongue danced with mine.
But I wasn’t interested in dancing. I wanted one thing and one thing only.
I walked Sam backwards several steps until his back hit the wall of the shed behind him. I pinned his arms above his head as I took complete and total possession of his mouth. The kiss was carnal at best. I waited for Sam to turn his head away because it was too much… because I was too much. But he met me kiss for kiss and it wasn’t long before I realized that as much as I was owning him in that moment, he was claiming me just the same.
When I was finally forced to tear my mouth from his just so we could each suck in some air, I pressed my forehead against his. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans. All the rage Sam had effectively cast from my body with a single touch had been replaced with an obscene level of need that frightened me. I’d come to accept that my rage was sometimes beyond my control, but I’d never had that same problem with my desire.
I covered Sam’s mouth with mine again as I tried to get control of myself, but it was useless. Sam continued to kiss me back, but it didn’t take long before it wasn’t enough anymore. I dragged my mouth from his and gripped his chin firmly between my fingers.
“Be sure,” I practically snarled. “No regrets this time.”
Sam’s eyes were glazed over with passion. His damp lips parted as he tried to make sense of my words. When realization dawned, I found myself holding my breath.
I knew what his response would be seconds before he opened his mouth because his nimble fingers were stroking the back of my neck and they tightened just the tiniest bit right before he nodded and whispered, “No regrets.”
Chapter 12
Sam
The last syllable hadn’t even cleared my lips before Matias shifted into action. His mouth crashed down onto mine again at the same time that his hands dropped to my ass. Using his entire body, he pressed me back against the side of the shed. “Hold on to me,” he barked against my mouth.
I already had my arms wrapped around his neck, so I wasn’t sure what he meant until he suddenly gripped my ass and lifted me. I instinctively put my legs around his waist but before I could tell him I was too heavy, Matias was on the move. His mouth never left mine as he took a few steps, then kicked the shed door open. There was a resounding cracking sound that followed, but I didn’t give a shit if he’d broken the thing or not. All I cared about was finding some relief from the inferno that my body had become.
The shed was quickly plunged into near darkness when Matias booted the door shut behind us. I heard things being kicked around as Matias moved around in the small space. Thankfully, I’d selected a shed that had been designed for an average adult to have a little headroom while inside of it, so even with Matias carrying me, I wasn’t in danger of hitting my head.
I put my trust in Matias to get us wherever he had in mind and just focused on kissing him instead. He growled beneath my mouth and gripped my ass hard, but I didn’t consider it any kind of complaint. And if he did decide to punish me for taking advantage of him literally having his hands full, then so be it.
I only got to tease Matias for about five seconds because that was how long it took him to carry me to the table I used for potting plants. The second my ass hit the wood, Matias’s hands cupped my face and he was back in control of things.
Though that didn’t mean I was a passive participant. Quite the opposite, actually. Because as Matias leaned into me, I kept my legs wrapped around his waist and quickly reached for the hem of his shirt. He released me long enough to let me tug the shirt off his body, then he was on me again. Our moves were frantic and rough as we tore at each other’s clothes. I was in the midst of wondering what had possessed me to wear a dress shirt when Matias let out a loud snarl and ripped the front of my shirt open after giving up on the small buttons.
I, in turn, had a little more success with his pants. Somehow, even with shaky fingers, I managed to get the jeans open. I expected to find a layer of fabric separating my hand from his cock, but my fingers immediately met with hot, hard skin.
“You need to always go commando, ’kay?” I ground out between hungry kisses as my fingers closed around his thick shaft.
Matias’s response could barely be classified as a verbal one, but it was sexy all the same. He began pumping his hips so he was basically fucking my hand.
“No more fucking buttons,” he snapped between kisses as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. He shoved the fabric to my elbows but didn’t force it any farther since that would have meant me needing to remove my hand from his dick.
A fact I was extremely grateful for.
I began stroking my hand up and down Matias’s cock as he moved against me. His fingers were trying to work my pants open but with me sitting, it was a difficult task. Matias growled in frustration, then dragged me off the table. Although there was no doubt in my mind that Matias was in charge of what was happening between us—and I was fully okay with that—I had no clue what possessed me to do what I did next.
Instead of remaining standing so Matias could presumably get my pants open, I slid to my knees and before he could stop me, I took his cock into my mouth. Matias let out a string of curse words as I swallowed him down. His fingers slid into my hair, gripping it hard, but he didn’t pull me away like I was expecting. Instead, he held me in place as he pulled his hips back, then slid forward. I moaned as his length caused me to gag. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I dared not let him see them for fear he’d stop what was happening.
To my surprise, Matias gripped my chin with one hand and lifted my eyes even as he continued to shuttle his flesh in and out of my mouth. “Do you like that?” he demanded to know as his eyes held mine.