Page 64 of Sam's Salvation

The friction reignited the flames that had cooled to an ember only moments before. Her world tilted and the room spun. It took her a second to realize he’d pulled out and changed their positions. Now he sat back on his knees. In the dark, she could just make out his form in the strip of light coming in between the curtain panels.

“Sam?” She propped herself up on her elbows. “Is everything all right?”

“It’s fine. I’m letting the moment sink in.” His hands fluttered up her thighs until he reached the waistband of her shorts. Hooking his fingers over the top, he tugged, peeling them and her panties down. “I decided I wanted you completely naked.”

She raised her hips, wincing a bit as the one hitched. She’d be sore later, but she didn’t care.

When the last of her clothes were off, he crawled toward her, spreading her thighs wide as he got closer. His hands cradled her calves. He pushed, tipping her feet toward her shoulders. “You tell me if you need me to change position. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay.” The word came out with a quaver to it. She knew what he planned to do. They’d made love in the same position many times when they were together before. It was one of her favorites. No one else had ever tried to make love to her the same way. She didn’t want them to. This was theirs.

He shuffled closer on his knees and tipped her feet back further, raising her hips. Then he leaned forward and impaled her with one long stroke.

She flopped back and moaned, loud and long, as he hit all the right spots on his way in. He didn’t give her a chance to recover before he withdrew and did it again. Powerless to do anything but hold on for the ride, she threw her arms over her head and grasped the headboard. In moments, he sent her riding high in the clouds again.

“Sam!” She writhed, as much as his grip would let her, as wave after wave broke, timed to each thrust. As the waves gradually faded, she caught her breath and realized he wasn’t done. A third orgasm built, but she refused to give in. Not until she could take him with her. “Let me go.” She knew what he needed.

Immediately, he released her. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She put her feet on the bed and sat up, pushing him back. He moved away, and she reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. Her breath hitched as she took him in. Muscles shifted beneath his golden skin, the layer of sweat dampening him enhanced the effect. Her gaze strayed to his erect shaft, and again, she wanted to taste him. But she wanted the connection of their bodies more.

His gaze took in her surely disheveled appearance. Sleep always did crazy things to her hair. She wasn’t one of those women who could go to bed with perfect hair and wake up the same way. Sex hadn’t helped her problem.

He crooked a finger at her, beckoning her closer. Audra didn’t waste time. She walked forward on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, sinking down onto him as she did so. He moaned against her mouth and shifted them toward the edge of the bed. He’d always been a close contact kind of lover. Nothing set him off faster than holding her close while she rode him hard.

So, that’s what she did. Pressed against him, she tangled their tongues and rolled her hips, faster with every second. She raked her nails along the powerful muscles of his back, eliciting gooseflesh and a deep moan. A second later, he broke away with a harsh cry. His fingers dug into her hips, biting into the fading bruises. She barely felt it. Her third climax had hit, taking her away from reality.

Sam buried his face in her neck. She could feel his warm breath wash over her heated skin. Her body clenched around his again. He lightly bit her neck, then lifted his head.

A satisfied smile tipped his lips up. “So, you up for a shower?”

Audra laughed. “We need one.”

Fire licked at his eyes. He palmed her hips and stood, their bodies still connected. “I know I said once you got me off it would be a bit before we could do it again, but apparently, I was wrong. My body missed you and has other ideas.”

She felt him stir within her. Every step he took toward the bathroom rubbed him against her sensitive flesh. She bit her lip. “I’m okay with that.”

Twenty-Nine

The white paper bag crinkled in Sam’s hand as he knocked on Dean and Max’s door. He glanced at Audra. She still had a healthy flush to her cheeks from their exercise earlier.

A smirk crossed his face. He intended for her to wear that for the next few decades, at least.

Dean opened the door. “You’re late. We said eight. It’s eight-thirty.”

“We were tired.” Audra breezed inside with her laptop tucked under her arm, lying through her teeth with ease.

Sam bit back a smile, not wanting to contradict the master spy at work. “Sorry. Hit snooze one too many times. And she gets hangry, so we stopped for breakfast.” He lifted the bag. “Don’t worry. We brought you some.”

Audra speared him with a glare. “Whatever. You’re the one who hauled me out of the shower to quell your grumbling tummy.”

His eyes widened a fraction at her words. The quick flare of her nostrils was the only indication she gave that she realized her faux pas.

He quickly moved the conversation along. “I wasn’t about to wait for you to use all the hotel’s hot water before I got to eat.” He crossed to the desk and set the bag down. Opening it, he took out a bear claw and passed it to Max, who sat in the desk chair.

“Thanks.”

“You could have brought us coffee too,” Dean grumbled, accepting a pastry.