Page 63 of Sam's Salvation

He nudged her onto her back, raising up on one arm, and slid his other hand under the hem of her shirt. His calloused fingers skimmed her belly. She sucked in a breath as his touch tickled. The air escaped her on a low moan as he reached her bare breasts. One flick of his finger over her tight nipple sent a pulse of need through her core. For long moments, he toyed with her flesh; massaging the soft globes and plucking at her sensitive flesh until she thought she’d come without him touching anywhere else.

She’d missed this. Missed him. No one could make her body burn like Sam. He knew exactly what she needed to build the fire.

His hand reversed direction, moving down her abdomen and burrowing beneath the waistline of her sleep shorts and panties. Her breath caught, her body anticipating his touch. When it did come, it was better than she remembered. Perhaps because it had been so long. The first glide of his fingers through the wetness coating her was enough to send her hips toward the ceiling and pull a keening cry from her throat. The fire burning in her veins flared, sparking a wildfire. Memories of their past encounters flashed through her mind on a reel. Her body responded like they’d never been apart. But at the same time, it yearned for something she hadn’t had in a decade. Sam. Just Sam.

She reached up, hooking a hand around his neck, and fused their mouths. The stubble on his face rasped beneath her fingers, loud in the quiet room. Her moan drowned it out, though, as he slid his hand lower, probing her entrance.

Abruptly, he pulled away. Audra blinked, trying to process the shift.

“We need to—to slow down.”

Body still humming, she frowned. “Why?”

“Your head. Concussion?”

“I’m fine.”

“Now. But what will the blood rush from an orgasm do?”

“I think I’ll be fine. It’s been almost two weeks, and I weathered the plane ride and change in air pressure all right.” She sat up and pushed him onto his back. Straddling him, she pressed her hands to his chest as she settled against him. “You can’t work me up like that, then leave me flapping in the breeze.” She circled her hips over the hard ridge beneath her. The friction sent a zing of pleasure through her, and she caught her lip between her teeth.

“Dammit, woman.” He grabbed her hips to hold her still.

“I’ll be fine. We can go slow to limit the exertion.” She was getting off whether he did it to her or not. She refused to go about her day in a perpetual state of arousal because he worked her to the brink and didn’t finish her. “My blood pressure is probably already high.”

He growled, and she could see the indecision in his eyes still.

Time to play dirty. She whipped her top off.

Sam groaned and reached for her breasts.

The alarm on his phone went off again. Audra leaned forward, silencing it for good. Her eyes rolled back as Sam sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth.

“That better mean you intend to finish me.”

“I intend to finish us both.”

Thank heavens. Audra sank down again. Reaching under her hips, she dragged his boxer briefs down, setting him free. She grasped his length, running her fingers along the velvety skin. Her mouth watered, wanting to taste him. Another time. He was needed elsewhere more urgently.

“Baby, you play much more and I’ll be finishing you another way.”

“Promises, promises.” She gave him a squeeze.

He let go of her hips and slid his fingers inside one leg of her shorts. Tugging the silky fabric and her panties to the side, he pushed his fingers into her channel.

Her grip on him faltered. All her brain cells redirected to her core and the pleasure his touch created. It wasn’t just euphoria she felt, though. Being with him filled a part of her soul she hadn’t realized she’d left behind all those years ago.

An explosion of ecstasy went off in her brain, blinding her to her surroundings. Her body clamped down on his fingers, and she let out a sharp cry, unable to contain the pleasure.

“Lift your hips.”

On autopilot as she rode the wave, she did as he asked. A moment later, she felt the head of his shaft push against her entrance. Her body took over, and she sank down. “Oh!” She sucked in a sharp breath as he filled her.

“You okay?” he asked, a host of tension in his voice as he held himself still.

“I’m fine. Don’t you dare stop.”

“No, ma’am.” He grasped her hips and rolled his own.