Page 34 of A Heart On A Sleeve

“What is it?” My words come out a little exasperated, and he chuckles before wrapping me tightly in his arms and kissing my neck.

“I need to know you will be honest with me. I know why you kept this a secret, or at least, I think I do. I would have. But there can’t be anything else.

I’m already feeling things for you that scare me.

I don’t want to get my heart broken,” he says.

My heart melts. I don’t want to get hurt either, and while I’m scared to open up to him, right now I can’t find it in me to care.

“I promise, if any more witches approach me, you will be the first to know,” I say, shifting so I can look him in those deep blue eyes.

“Wait, she approached you?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“When I was walking home from the festival.”

“Jesus, Olive. You walked home alone? In the dark? With a thousand strangers around?” Sam bristles and shakes his head.

“I, uh . . . yeah. I promise I will be more careful. But I am an adult, I run alone all the time in the dark.”

“I guess that’s good enough for me, just be more careful.

” Sam stands, hoisting me with him and carrying me upstairs.

We pass by two doors, probably spare bedrooms, and bump into the wall a few times when we get distracted and start kissing again.

We can’t help it. It’s like now that the burden of my secret has been eliminated, I’m powerless to stop my desire to rip his clothes off.

Finally, he pushes the door to his bedroom open, walks in, kicks the door closed with his foot, and plops me on the bed.

I reach out, grabbing the waistband of his jeans, and return to work on unbuttoning them.

“Olivia Bowman, stop it right there,” Sam says in a growly command.

I pout and cross my arms.

“I’m a gentleman. You are not going to do anything to me until I’ve worshiped every part of your beautiful body.

Pout all you want, baby. But you won’t be sorry when you’re screaming my name.

” Goosebumps race over my skin, popping up faster than my brain synapses can fire.

He trails a finger across the sparks igniting on my arm.

“Look at that, my good girl likes it when I talk dirty. This is insane, but I think it might be useful.” Sam grins as he playfully reaches the hem of my top to lift it over my head.

I glance at my arm. Little flames are burning red-hot all over it.

Damn it, this thing is already giving everything away.

Sam kisses my neck, sucking on that tender spot right above my collarbone then moving lower to my lace bra. He licks my nipple through the fabric before saying, “You are stunning. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I don’t have to say a thing. A single look at my arm reveals tiny blinking signs that read yes, yes, yes.

Sam reaches behind me with one hand to unfasten my bra.

As quickly as it falls down my chest to the floor, he leans over me, laving on each breast until they form tight peaks.

A moan sneaks out of me from the attention.

Sam shows his appreciation by returning to kiss my lips in a slow, gentle press.

“Can I have my way with you, sweet Olive?” he asks, peering deep into my soul.

“Yes, but only if I get to have fun too.” I shove him up so he’s standing in front of me beside the bed.

I grab his shirt’s hem and lift, revealing an unfair amount of muscle.

This must be a twelve-pack, but the best part is the swirling pattern of tattoos adorning his chest. There’s a family crest and some other smaller tattoos along with a smattering of chest hair.

It’s neatly trimmed but a reminder that he is all male.

I kiss his chiseled stomach, and a growl rumbles deep from his throat.

“I can’t let you have your way with me until I’ve tasted you. I’ve been dreaming about what it would be like since the first time I saw you,” Sam says, leaning in to kiss me once more.

He slides his hands under my arms to lift me gently from the bed. I reach around to unzip my skirt, watching it skate down my legs. When I look up, there’s heat in his eyes. His pupils are dilated in what I assume is arousal.

Sam reaches out, snapping the black garter that attaches to my knee-high stockings. “Christ, baby. You weren’t wearing these the first time I laid eyes on you.” His voice sounds gravely at best, the words thickly laced with desire.

“I thought, uh, hoped that I’d get to show these off today.

” I wink at him before perching on the edge of the bed, running a hand up under my panties and through my center, then around my clit.

The ache for him has become so intense I almost can’t help it.

My arm tingles as technicolor swirls dance across it.

Sam grabs my hand, removing it from my aching core and pulling it to his mouth, sucking each finger tenderly. The tension between us is so hot I almost lose control at the sight of him.

“So sweet. But not nearly enough.” He pushes me back while dropping to his knees and spreading my thighs wide. “Can I taste you?” he asks, while peppering the inside of my knee with kisses.

A chuckle roars out of him as I whisper, “y-yes.” My arm tingles as my answer appears in script scrolling across it.

He pulls my lace thong to the side, burying his face in my core.

With a long, slow lick, followed by suction on my clit, my back is arching off the bed.

He hums a little as he makes slow circles around it, and I catch him grinning when my tattoo reveals just how much I like the roughness of his beard scraping against my tender parts.

“I wondered if I’d need to shave the beard, but I’m happy to learn you like it.” He’s enjoying this, learning what works and what doesn’t.

“Sam, please,” I beg.

“Oh no, baby. You’re soaked for me. I’m going to make this last, take all the time I need to learn what you like.” He dives back in, this time moving quickly. His tongue flattens against me and skates back and forth until my thighs shake, and he once again breaks contact.

“You know how I knew when to stop?” I raise my head to look him in the eyes questioningly. “Because you told me you were close. Tiny little embers were growing, almost ready to explode into roaring flames . . .”

“Sam, please. I’m begging you,” I plead, throwing my head back against the soft comforter.

“This won’t do.” He stands and grabs the pillows from the top of the bed, pulling me up to prop them beneath my back. “I want you to watch me. Look into my eyes while I make you come.”

I nod in agreement as little hearts slide down the vines on my arms and snap like sparklers when they hit the ends. Sam goes back to work, rotating between fast and slow, licks and suction. My orgasm is building like a fire being stoked within me, a tidal wave about to crash.

“I’m close, so close.” Our eyes meet, and he grins.

“I know. Let go for me.” As the words leave his lips, I do as he commands.

“Sam. Oh God!” I scream, closing my eyes while letting euphoria take me away.

I didn’t know it was possible for it to be that good.

Maybe it was the way he teased me, or maybe it’s just him.

Either way, I’m completely sated and wrung out when he climbs up on the bed, still half clothed, to pull me into his arms.