“I aim to please, too.”
“You don’t have to do anything to please me.” He fumbled with her bra. “Except take this off.”
She obliged and threw the undergarment over her head.
Chip scrambled to his feet and went to investigate.
“He’s not going to chew that up, is he?” Sam had stopped caressing her breast as he eyed Chip across the room.
“Don’t worry about him.” She tried yanking down the sweats, but she was still sitting on Sam’s lap and didn’t get very far. “Should we take this into the bedroom...away from the watching eyes of Chip?”
“Definitely.”
He scooped her up in his arms, both of them topless now, and she pressed her bare skin against his. She’d missed the feel of him.
He carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them. “In case Chip gets any ideas.”
She slid off his body and stood on her tiptoes, as he kissed her by the side of the bed, one hand placed at the back of her head. She didn’t even mind the slight shaft of pain that needled her neck.
Her fingers slipped into the waistband of the sweats and tugged them down over the curve of his backside. Her hands kneaded his muscled buttocks, which he flexed for her benefit. “Someone’s been running.”
He stepped out of the sweats and kicked them across the floor. Then he reached for the button on her jeans.
“Wait.” She grabbed his hand and, placing the palm of her other hand against his chest, she pushed him back a few steps. “I want to see what I’ve been missing these past few years.”
Always the goofball, Sam folded his hands behind his head and posed, his erection on full display. The glow from the moon coming through the window played across the planes and bulges of his body.
“Is there enough light in here for you to get the full effect of my manliness? All we have is your charging phone and the moon.”
She snorted and slid a hand along his shaft. “I couldn’t miss this with a night-light.”
As she caressed him, he closed his eyes and caught his breath. “Your hands feel like silk, but you know what I really miss?”
She dragged her nails down his chest. “This?”
He gasped. “No.”
She knelt before him and ran her tongue along the length of him. “This?”
“Oh.” His body shuddered. “No.”
She took him in her mouth, sucking him hard, her own pleasure heating her blood. When she finished, she looked up. “That?”
He growled. “All of it, but what I really miss is how you used to trail your hair down my body. I can fantasize about that in the middle of the day, and it never fails to make me hard.”
“Must make chasing bad guys a little...hard.” She smirked at her joke.
He fell across the bed. “Come here and make my fantasies come true.”
Crouching beside him, she whipped her hair back and forth, and then proceeded to lean over him, the ends of her hair tickling his flesh. “Like this?”
“It’s even better than I remember, but why do you still have your jeans on?” He unbuttoned her fly and yanked down the zipper.
In one move, he swept her onto her back and pulled her pants and underwear off the rest of the way.
His eyes gleamed in the semidarkness. “You’re right. There’s plenty of light in here to see all the good stuff.”
Nudging her legs apart, he kneeled between them. He bent over her and took possession of her mouth, kissing her hard. He skimmed his hand over the top of his head. “I’d run my hair over your body, but I think it’d be prickly instead of sensuous. I do have other tricks at my disposal, though.”
“Did you always talk this much during sex?” She rubbed her hands against the flared muscles of his thighs.
“Must be nerves.” He took one of her nipples between his lips and suckled her, as his fingers moved between her legs.
He played with her throbbing folds just enough to get her squirming. Then he switched his attentions to her other peaked nipple.
She sucked in a breath and lifted her hips from the bed. She gritted her teeth and said, “You know what my fantasy has been since the minute I laid eyes on you in the desert?”
He stopped teasing her breast, but his fingers kept toying with her. Resting his scruffy chin on her chest, he said, “What?”
“You, inside of me.”
“Like this?” He shoved two fingers into her core.
She thrashed her head to the side and bit her lip. “While that’s nice...”
“Nice?” With his fingers still inside her, he dragged his thumb across her swollen flesh.
A low moan wrenched from her throat. “More than nice, but I want that other part of your anatomy inside me. You know, the bigger part.”
His lips twisted and before she even had time to prepare herself for the onslaught, he plowed into her.
She clawed at his back. Already driven to the pinnacle by his touch, she held her breath as he thrust against her once, twice, three times.
Her toes curled and all her muscles coiled the second before the first wave of passion coursed through her body. Other waves followed, each a little less intense than that first crash, each flooding her with warmth.
Before she got too relaxed, Sam’s body stiffened and in a hoarse voice, he demanded, “Open your eyes.”
Her lids flew open to meet his intense blue gaze. He stared right into her soul as he came inside her. As his body shuddered, he bent his head and kissed her mouth, just a gentle touch of his lips.
Still connected to her, Sam dug an elbow into the pillow next to her head and braced his chin against his palm. “Did your fantasy go something like that?”
She screwed up her mouth and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Something like that. I think we’ll have to
