5. Sam

I’m not waiting one more minute. He’s gorgeous as hell, and I’m not staying in Paris forever. Driven by a bold sense of urgency, I glide my hand over his chest, immediately feeling its firmness beneath my fingertips. My heart jolts and my pulse quickens, but I don’t stop there. I let my hand drift lower, tracing the defined ridges of his chiseled abs. My intentions are anything but subtle. And he gets the hint. Hot Guy leans in closer, his fiery eyes roving my face before dropping to my body, lazily appraising me. His desire is primal and intense; it mirrors in his gaze and drives me wild with need.

He ravishes me with his stare and he’s not laid a hand on me yet. His hair is like spun gold, his blue eyes like those of a tiger stalking its prey—sharp, focused, and fiercely predatory. Towering above me well over six feet, with broad shoulders and a muscular build, he exudes power and confidence. The man’s a god and he knows it.

He takes one more step, pressing me back against the sink. The heat of his body washes over me, sending shivers down my spine and pooling between my legs. Shit. I’m not wearing any underwear tonight. The skin-tight skirt leaves no room for it without creating a hideous crease. Oh, dear gods... I feel his gaze boring into me, as if he knows my core is aching to be full of him, begging for release.

This is not at all the evening I’d planned. This was just supposed to be a fun night out—but isn’t the fun barely beginning?

Sheer determination sharpens his expression, electrifying me. The intensity of his gaze washes over me like a physical touch, shooting a thrill through my core. Roughly, he grabs my waist and spins me around to face the full-length mirror. My eyes devour him hungrily, wishing I could rip off his clothes and explore the gorgeous body that must be hidden beneath his tight shirt and jeans.

His fingers tangle in my dark hair, pulling it aside to expose my neck. His hot breath tickles my skin as he leans in closer. A low moan escapes my lips as his stubble grazes over me. The scent of his cologne surrounds me, intoxicating, as I surrender to the overwhelming desire coursing through my being.

My body squirms as his hips press against mine, the friction sending sparks of desire through my veins. I can feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his jeans, and I know he’s ready for me. But will he make it that easy? No, I can already tell he wants to play a little first.

His firm hand glides up the curve of my waist and curls over my breast. I gasp when his other hand skims along my belly and dives under my skirt. Oh, fuck. He’s gonna know. What will he do now? My cheeks burn, but that’s not all that’s burning for him. I can’t stop myself from looking at his reflection, searching his handsome face for any signs of disapproval. And then, as his fingers continue to glide lower, a wicked smile quirks up one corner of his lips.

“Oh gods…” I beg in a desperate whisper. Whatever you’re planning, do it now. I need it. I can feel myself reaching my breaking point.

Without lifting his face, his fierce gaze slices through the mirror and meets mine. He’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. And he wants me. “Shhh... I’m taking my sweet time with you,” he purrs close to my ear.

Holy hell.

His words send a shiver down my spine as his lips dance along my heated skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His voice is smooth velvet. I could come just by hearing it.

His hands are everywhere, roaming my body like a masterful artist, memorizing every curve, every hollow of this canvas that is my trembling form. My breath comes out in pants as he pushes up the hem of my skirt, baring my thighs and then my core for his inspection. With one look in the mirror, I can see how wet I am for him, how desperately I need him to fill me up and end this exquisite torment.

Suddenly, his fingers dive between my legs, slipping inside my entrance with no mercy. “Ungh!” The sound escapes my lips before I can help it. But in this throbbing club bathroom, who’s going to care? Besides, I’m too lost in the sensation of him inside me to care about anything else in the world. He teases me mercilessly, rubbing his thumb against my swollen bud while simultaneously thrusting two fingers within me.

Gripping the sink for support, I arch my back, silently begging for more. He obliges by picking up the pace, hammering four fingers deep into my aching core. “Oh gods,” I moan louder this time as he curls his digits just so.

His left hand leaves my hair and glides down my body, covering my own hand that’s now resting on the counter. He guides my trembling fingers to join his, our combined touch becoming an unstoppable force against the growing inferno within me. I can’t believe we’re doing this here, in the club’s bathroom, mere feet away from the thumping bass of the music and drunken revelers. The thrill only heightens my arousal as I grind against our entwined fingers.

His free hand dives into my hair again, fingers twisting in the dark strands as he gently pulls, tugging my head back and exposing the column of my throat to his hungry gaze.

“Look at yourself,” he growls in my ear, his voice gravelly with need. “See how badly you want it.”

I meet my eyes in the mirror, and what I see there is a stranger. This woman isn’t the shy Ursa heiress who blushes at racy passages in romance novels; she’s a siren, a goddess on the verge of ecstasy, and her yearning is loud and clear.

White-hot pleasure sears through me as I continue to stare into my eyes; they’re hazy with lust, pupils blown wide with desire. It’s like I’m watching myself from a distance, witnessing this wild, uninhibited version of me unravel before my very gaze.

Our stares lock as we reach for that pinnacle together, to the edge of the purest bliss. My toes curl in my high heels as I feel my climax building—so close, yet so far away.

He senses it too, damn him. As my fingernails dig into the porcelain, his fingers withdraw from my body, leaving me aching and wanting. How dare he? I whirl around to face him, ready to slap him, but he catches my wrists in a tight grip. “So impatient,” he purrs, his eyes smoldering with desire.

“Why?” I pant out between heavy breaths. “Why are you doing this to me?”

His mouth twists into a mischievous smirk as he leans forward and whispers in my ear, “Because I can.”

A growl lingers in his throat, a familiar sound. In a flash, he seizes my ass and raises me over the cold marble slab. He inches closer, parting my knees with his legs and diving into that space. Oh gods. He’s acting on pure instinct and I’m dying to discover what he will do next.

His strong, calloused hands cup the sides of my face and pull me towards him. Our mouths collide in a fiery explosion of desire, his tongue slipping past my lips and into my mouth. I can’t help but moan in pure bliss as our bodies mold together, lost in the moment’s passion.

Yes. That’s what I’m talking about. More of this.

I lock a hand around his nape, yanking him towards me roughly. My free hand swiftly unbuckles his belt, eager to explore what lies beneath.

A cocky smirk graces his lips as they meet mine. “Nuh-uh...” he murmurs, arrogant huskiness lingering in his tone. “Not yet.” Then he captures my mouth in another scorching kiss, setting every nerve ending ablaze.

His fingers burn into my bare knee before slowly trailing up my inner thigh. A thrill rushes through me. I am breathless, panting, struggling not to faint right now. But then, his touch finds a spot that makes me shudder in his hold. I gasp and moan, my hips buckling against him, driving him deeper.

Fuck. He’s amazing. If he can do that with just his fingers, I can only imagine…

My body soars higher with each passing second, his skilled hands taking me to the edge fast. The pleasure shocks and overwhelms me, but my trust in him remains unwavering. At this point, I am at his mercy.

“That’s it...” He buries his face in my shoulder and moans, “Come for me now.”

My core shakes at his command, pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave. It’s intense and blinding, rendering me helpless as I feel myself on the brink of an out-of-body experience. In the distance, I hear my voice crying out in delirium as he shows me the true meaning of ecstasy.

He brings me back down again, his lips blazing a trail of fiery kisses up my neck and finally landing on my mouth. I kiss him back with unbridled passion—elated, exhausted, grateful that this gorgeous man was ever born into the world.

My chest heaves with panting breaths. I can’t move, can’t say a word, swept by the powerful sensations rushing through me. Regardless, he reads my needs. He takes his rugged hand to his waist and finally starts undoing his belt.

Oh gods. Yes! I want to scream, but bite down on my hand instead. It’s going to happen. I want it so badly. So, so badly... And then, someone knocks on the door.

“No, no…” I groan, trying to catch my breath. But my head is still spinning.

He doesn’t even glance back at the door. His eyes are trained solely on me, a smug smile playing on his lips as he reads my face. He’s filled with pride and feverish lust, his whole being focused on satisfying my every desire.

But then I hear a voice calling out, breaking the spell between us. “Sam?” it says.

I shut my eyes. Dammit. It’s Mila. How dare she interrupt us at such a crucial moment?

I release a long, stuttered breath, heart pounding hard against my chest. His eyes bore into mine, and without a sound, he speaks to me, conveying that he finds the situation frustrating yet absolutely hilarious. I echo his sentiment. And then I realize, it’s impossible. We shouldn’t be able to communicate so clearly without words. Not unless…

Another knock on the door.

“Sam, are you all right?” Mila’s voice rings out. This time, her pitch goes a notch higher, full of concern and urgency.

He bites down on his lower lip, trapping me between his hands on either side of me against the slab of marble. He’s unwilling to let go, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I wince. “She’s not going to leave,” I whisper, frustrated at missing out on what could possibly be the best sex of my life. The truth is, if I don’t come out now, she’ll come back with the entire Elite of the Ursa Clan in tow. And that’s not a good thing. Never a good thing.

He remains silent, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. Slowly, he fastens his belt and takes a step back, putting painful distance between us. Without his strong arms and solid chest holding onto me, I suddenly feel cold and vulnerable.

Reluctantly, I get off the slab of marble and stare at him. He’s not much of a talker, but I don’t care. I want to do the talking. Will I see you again? I want to ask. Do you want my number? Dammit, I’d say these things if they didn’t make me sound so clingy. Oh, but how can anyone not cling to this gorgeous man?

I hastily smooth down my hair and straighten my skirt. A quick glance in the mirror reveals my blushing face, my lips red scarlet from his ravishing kisses.

I catch a glimpse of him as he strides towards the door.

Just before stepping out, he pauses and looks back over his shoulder at me. Our eyes lock, and in his simmering sapphire gaze I read the unspoken promise of our paths crossing again. A shiver dances down my spine at the certainty in that heated stare.

He turns the lock, then opens the door wide and walks out of the restroom. The throbbing bass of the nightclub’s music seeps into the room, mercilessly grounding me back to reality. And when he’s gone, all I see is Mila’s pale face turning even paler, her mouth gaping open and eyes so wide they’re about to pop out of their sockets.

“Mila,” I snap, jolting her out of her daze.

She startles. “Huh?”

“You wanted something,” I add bitterly. It’d better be worth it since I just gave up the best sex of my life.

“Yeah,” she says, glancing down the hallway. I can tell by her expression that Hot Guy is no longer there. Her gaze flicks back to mine. “Samara, we have to go. Your brother’s looking for you.”

I roll my eyes in annoyance. “Ugh,” I growl. “Of course he is. We better go now… The gods forbid we keep the almighty Ursa King waiting.”