BURNING HOT

CHAPTER 5

HER gaze could cripple a man when her eyes were focused on you. You felt consumed, as if she could reach the deepest part of your soul that you didn't know existed. He could never believe a man could walk away from her after getting marked by her, because that was exactly what she had done. Right now, he felt her burning through him.

She gasped and closed her eyes as Sam pressed her against the glass, his lips seeking, devouring, consuming, claiming, owning, and marking her body and soul. She needed to get closer, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers getting lost in the wet curls at the back of his head.

He kissed her as if she were the only breath he needed. Her body trembled, not from cold, as Sam's fingers cupped one of her breasts. She felt her legs giving out, only for them to be pulled around his waist. The moment her intimacy made contact with his bare skin, she let out a loud moan and ground against him.

Sam had tried so hard to be professional about their relationship, but he knew he couldn't resist forever. He didn't believe he could have made it this far with only a few kisses over the years. She had tried to bring them back together in the beginning, making it difficult for him. However, he was too filled with guilt to touch her again, and then she had stopped and left him to focus on keeping her safe.

He knew that once he had her, he couldn't stop. He wouldn't just be her bodyguard, and he would let everyone know that. He would always leave his mark on her, and he wasn't sure if she was ready for that, considering her past with her ex.

He pulled back, and Ila chased his lips. As she opened her eyes and blinked her long lashes, she tried to bring her mind back. "I won't let you stop tonight, Sam. I've waited for you long enough. If you don't get your mind out of the past and see what's right in front of you..." He had been her first crush, and she had always done things to gain his attention, while he tried his best to run from her. She was done playing that childish game with him; he couldn't always make decisions for both of them.

"I'm not planning on stopping, my love," he said, running a finger over the marks he had left on her earlier that morning. She had displayed them throughout the whole day, and he was sure some paparazzi had managed to capture quite a few shots too.

"I'm going to mark every inch of you, Ila. I'm going to take my time, making you scream my name over and over, baby girl. You're going to burn for me, and I'm going to stretch that tight, sweet p***y of yours with my c**k. I'll mark your walls with my seed, and trust me, baby girl, I won't stop."

Ila couldn't breathe. She was so hot from his talk about all he wanted to do that she could c*m with the slightest stimulation.

"Sam," she whispered.

"Come, my love. I'll show you." He pulled her hand and walked back to the edge of the pool where her wine glass was. He pinned her between the wall and himself and kissed her.

The kiss was so hot it felt like Sam was pouring ice down her burning insides. But a kiss wasn't enough to quench her hunger this time. Sam trailed kisses down her jaw, down her throat, where he nipped and licked roughly down to her collarbone. She couldn't stop herself from grinding against the bulge. Her mind was scattered; she was mindless with desires.

He cupped her breast and pulled at the throbbing n****e. She cried out his name, begging for more. The moment his warm tongue lapped against her n****e, she felt more dazed. Water lapped around them as Sam feasted on her breast. She watched him mark her body.

"I tried to save us both, my love," he whispered against her skin. Her beautiful soft, clear skin was now covered in different red spots, some angry red and the ones over her breast were beautiful. He looked at her. "I can't stop now. This won't stop, and you have to know what I mean." She looked so beautiful, still looking dazed.

"You'll be mine forever, baby. I will wait only long enough to make you my wife." He said it straight up. He didn't just want s*x with her; he wanted to build a family with her. They were not getting any younger, where they wasted time second-guessing things.

"You knew why I gave you time, but it seems we both ran out of that." He watched her as her mind finally registered everything. Just when she opened her mouth to talk, he kissed her again. Within seconds, she was pulling at him. Her hands found the waistband of his shorts, but he quickly picked her up and sat her on the tiles.

Have mercy. Sam nearly groaned the words aloud as his gaze centered on her thighs and the feminine sweetness gleaming on the delicate flesh there.

"Baby girl, spread those lovely legs for me." Her thighs parted slowly, and memories of her reaction when he touched her in the past drifted through his lust-clouded brain.

"You're simply beautiful," he told her instead, his gaze going over her firm, hard-tipped breasts and flat stomach with outlines of her abs, something she acquired over the years of exercise. And, damn, the silken, so wet flesh between her thighs. "So fuckin' pretty."

He had planned to kiss her all over before finally dwelling between her legs, but the memories wouldn't stop coming, and he was simply starved. Eating her up was the only solution. She was close to panting as his lips moved over her thigh while he spread her open more and pushed her down to lie down. He was in the perfect depth in the pool, and he had her at his mercy. Those soft, broken moans and the way she chanted his name reminded him of far too many dreams.

Her intimate area glistened; she was already so wet, which only made him crave the taste of her. Parting the soft flesh, he let his fingers rub and play. He circled her straining little c**t with one finger, not really touching it, teasing it, as her gasping breaths became moans of need. Dipping a finger lower, he drew the slick honey spilling from her to cover it. He rimmed the narrow opening, then slowly—so slowly—pushed inside her.

His teeth clenched at her sharp cry, the jerk of her hips as she lifted to him, and he knew he was losing fast to his last bit of control. Easing his finger back, he relished the tight grip of her sheath, the little fluttering ripples of it.

He wanted to go slow, to just like his memory showed, how he had taken his time to devour her. The control for it wasn't there, though. The second he lowered his head and sent his tongue tunneling inside her, he was lost to her.

Her taste was exquisite. She tasted spicy and sweet, like a fantasy. The hunger for her had his normally tightly leashed control surging free. His tongue stabbed inside her responsive little sheath, licked, flickered around the opening, and caught the fresh wave of sweetness that spilled onto his tongue.

He had to hold her down as she kept wiggling. She was addictive, something he'd hungered for so many years. Now he had her, and he wasn't letting go ever again. She was the sweetest, like ambrosia. He was dying for her.

As he tasted her, he used a thumb to circle her c**t, play with it, and brush against it. He could feel the surging sensations gathering inside her, taste it against his tongue. And when he felt her o****m race over her, he nearly lost control of his own.

He'd be damned if he was going to come in his shorts in the pool, instead of inside the sweet heat of her p***y. But that wasn't tonight. He had been able to control himself all these years, and he wouldn't lose it tonight. He had a lot of things planned for her pleasure. Right now, he needed her to eat and then give her leg a massage.

He licked and lapped at her until she came down from the o****m. He licked her clean and then drew on her legs, helping her back in the pool.

Her limbs felt like rubber, and if not for Sam's strong hands that held her in the pool, she blurted out, "Why are we stopping?"

Sam chuckled. "Because you need food and a massage. You haven't had dinner, and I know your leg must feel really sore."

"Now a massage sounds nice," she said, wiggling her brows. Sam couldn't help it; he heard himself give a healthy laugh. Gosh, he loved this woman.

"Come on, go shower and come down. We'll have dinner in the inner room." The second sitting room was more private. Anyone that came there would know what he was or wasn't expecting.

"I'll get my massage oils. Just got some really interesting collections."

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"Maybe you should discuss it with her first, and then I can come tomorrow," Matt suggested again as Sky drove into the estate. They had gone for a drive, and Sky had performed some impressive tricks, losing Stark who had been tailing them. Sky had also turned off his phone right after they left school. They ended up at the beach, took a walk, and had fun before stopping at a boutique to get new clothes. Sky paid, assuring that no one could track the transaction except Sam.

They went to a club to pass the time, and afterward, Sky decided that Matt should move in with them for the time being. They discussed the possibility of threats, considering that something had agitated his father's demand to come back home.

"No, you're coming along tonight. I know you won't go home. You'll probably go to a lodge, and that's just stupid. Stark or anyone could trace you there."

"And they can trace me here. What if the threat is real? I don't want to bring trouble."

"I'm sure Sam would be grateful. He's been itching to shoot just anyone recently."

"That guy is just plain big and scary," Matt mumbled. He had thought his father was the toughest person he ever knew. Sky had said that the only person Sam was comfortable with was his mother. The man was always on guard around others and barely said a word. You knew not to mess with him.

"You'll be fine. He's just been very grumpy recently. Can't blame him. My mom could make a man crazy."

"You seem comfortable with the idea of the two of them together," Matt observed.

"Those two have been each other's love since their teenage years. They've just been dumb, delaying the inevitable," he told his friend. He guided the car to the gate, and Matt pressed the remote to open the gates.

"Whoa, that's one interesting story I'd like to hear."

Matt drove in. "You'll get to know some of it in time." He drove into the garage and parked in his usual spot. Four other cars were inside, along with two power bikes—his and his mom's.

"Come on, let's go meet her. Hopefully, Sam hasn't locked himself in the war room, and we can get the talking over with tonight. I'm starving."

"Same here. I think we should make a trip to the kitchen first," Matt said, walking side by side with Sky. Sky smiled, agreeing, as he punched in the code, and they stepped in.

Inside, they both headed straight for the kitchen. There they found Ryder, Ice, and Sarah eating at the table.

"We were just about to check in on you," Ryder said as Sarah nodded while taking a forkful of pasta into her mouth and cleaning the fork.

"Did Mom still have a chance to prepare this?" Sky couldn't miss the aroma of his mother's food.

"Yes, and you're just lucky she insisted we save some for you. Otherwise, you would have ended up making something new or going to bed hungry," Ice said without remorse. He sounded displeased that he came just in time. If Ice wasn't busy with his rounds or work, then you'd find him in the kitchen.

Sky smiled. His mom's cooking had that effect, not to mention these men ate like animals. They never seemed to get filled up.

"Come on, Matt. Let's serve up before they finish the whole thing," Sky said, grabbing plates for them. "Where's my mom?" Time had really flown; it was possible she had gone to bed.

"She's in the inner room having dinner," Ryan answered without looking away from his food. Sky served a full plate for Matt and himself, while Matt grabbed trays and bottled water for them. What was she doing there? She would normally only hang around if he was at home with her. His mother disliked being dressed at home; that was why she mostly stayed in her room where she could be naked or in one of her ridiculous see-through gowns.

"What about Sam?" He asked as he decided they'd have dinner with his mom while discussing Matt's situation.

"He's with Ila," Ice answered this time, done with his food and moving to the sink. Sam was with his mom? Well, this was new. They would usually avoid each other when they were here; they stayed over at her place in the office building when they weren't traveling for business trips around the world. He was mostly alone with his own security team of four. Only one hung around him, though, which was Ryder.

"That's even better. I need to talk to both of them," he faced Matt. "Let's go."

"I think you should just leave them until morning, if it can wait," Ryder said, with a bit of a warning in his tone.

"You should go ahead and see for yourself if you want to disturb," Sarah mumbled with her mouth half full of food, not looking at him.

Sky and Matt looked at each other, confused, but Sky led them out of the kitchen, through the big living room, past the other door that led to the private living room. It was private because they didn't receive guests there. The room was as big as everything else in the house.

"You think we should just leave them till tomorrow?" Matt said, looking past his plate. The aroma was driving his starved stomach to forget its manners and eat on the way to wherever Sky was dragging them.

Sky didn't answer him. It was his mom's loud moan that stopped them both by the door. They were side by side in the wide entrance, so he couldn't shield his friends' eyes from the scene in front of them.

Matt staggered to a stop and leaned against the door frame, stunned and embarrassed. The scene playing in front of them was something he didn't really know how to react to, but damn, if this wasn't hot as hell. He almost forgot about the food; the tray slanted a bit before he adjusted his hold. What would Sky think of this? He forced his gaze from Sam, who looked close to snapping in two as Ila fisted his d**k. The guy was enormous.

"They did warn us," Sky whispered finally after his brain decided it wasn't fried. "We should leave them to it and come back."

"Come back? More like wait till morning," Matt said distractedly as they heard Sam unleash a string of curses as Ila's mouth descended on his d**k, her hand in her hair holding her head in place. "f**k," Matt couldn't help himself.

"Yeah, f**k. Let's get out of here. I'm never unseeing this," Sky said as he made a U-turn. Matt's face was all hot and red. He couldn't help but laugh as they got to the living room and took their seats.

"You can laugh right now? Seriously?" Matt growled.

"Man, you have to see your face," he pushed closer to him, and Matt almost jerked off the couch, but Sky held his thigh. "That turned you on so bad, right?" He wasn't asking; he knew it did. If it weren't his mother in the act, he would have been.

"Don't you have a law for personal space, man?" Matt shifted uncomfortably, as Sky came even closer, almost touching faces, his hand dangerously close to his d**k. "Don't play with me, man. Move over." But why wasn't he pushing him away? God, he could only blame it on what they had just seen. His brain wasn't functioning well yet.

"Who said I want to play with you?" Sky smirked, only to pull away and grab his food from the tray to dig in, still smiling. He enjoyed teasing Matt so much, especially when he knew how flustered he could get.