Page 19 of Mud, Love, and Chemistry

We don’t break the kiss, and it seems like we’re jumping right into where we left off a minute ago, but he rolls me to the side and pulls away.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his eyes searching mine in the sincerest of hunts.

I nod. “Yeah, I am. I mean, I’ve already taken off my shirt, so...”

He laughs and shakes his head gently. “You’ve thought it through?”

“Sam,” I whisper, cupping his cheek. “I’m done thinking for tonight. If I start again now, who knows what’ll happen?’

His Adam’s apple bobs with a deep swallow. “Hang tight for a sec.” He practically jumps from the bed, racing to his suitcase and furiously rummages through it.

I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. My thighs clench, rubbing together to give me some reprieve from the desire pooling low in my belly. The way the muscles in his back and shoulders flex as he moves is nothing short of mesmerizing. And don’t even get me started on his butt. It fills out those boxers perfectly, like it’s begging to be pinched. My lower lip finds its way between my teeth, and I bite down, hard.

When he spins around, he flies back to the bed, landing in the exact spot he was moments ago, and holds up his hand. A small, square package is tucked between his fingers. “Sorry. I figured this would be a good idea.”

My whole body tenses. I give a tight-lipped smile.

His excited expression falls. “Did I ruin things by being presumptuous?”

“What? No.” I shake my head, dropping my chin and pinching the bridge of my nose. “It’s been a long time, and seeing that made it super real for a second.”

He sighs and pulls my hand from my face. “We don’t have to do anything, Brynn. This is a precaution in case things get that far. I don’t expect anything from you. You can tell me to stop at any time, and I’ll stop. I promise.”

I trail my finger along his jaw. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” The words come out as a shaky whisper.

His mouth ticks up on one side. “Then I’ll spend all night showing you how beautiful you are.”

I’m reduced to a quivering puddle. How Sam can keep saying all the right things, I’ll never know, but he delivers the lines perfectly.

As we dive into yet another extension of our make-out session, Sam runs his hand up my stomach to cup my breast. I moan at the way his fingers expertly tweak my hardened nipple, and soon I’m writhing beneath him. He massages and kneads, our grunts and moans growing louder. As his hand leaves my breast to travel down my stomach, I shudder, feeling him smiling against my mouth. When his hand reaches the waistband of my shorts, he stops.

“These need to go.”

Gladly. I shuck my shorts and fling them across the room with my foot. All the while with Sam’s tongue in my mouth. Once the shorts are gone, Sam’s fingers glide along the hem of my underwear, and I gasp. When he runs his fingertips over my wet core, I moan.

“Brynn, I’d like to make you feel good like you did outside.” He nips at my lower lip. “May I?”

I can’t nod quickly enough.

Sam crashes his mouth to mine in a deep, fierce kiss as his fingers slip under the hem of my panties and inside me. One finger, then two, pulsing in and out of me while his thumb makes circles on my clit. I let out a long, low moan. I’ve never been touched like this before.

Pulling on my lip, Sam moves away from my mouth to pepper kisses down my jaw to my throat, and farther south to my chest. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and I’m set on fire. The swirling of his tongue coupled with his thumb circling my clit is brilliant.

When he moves to my other breast, I tangle my hand in his hair. I don’t ever want him moving from this spot. The desire building between my thighs, though, begs to be released.

Sam wrenches himself loose of my grip to trail kisses back up my body and to my ear. “Come for me, Brynn.”

I break. My dam holding back all my lustful desires cracks, and I spill over the edge. As my entire body quakes with release, Sam doesn’t waver. His fingers slow, but don’t stop as he allows me to ride this wave to completion.

When I’m done shuddering, he removes his fingers and plants gentle kisses along my neck. “That was fucking gorgeous,” he says between pecks. “I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are.”

I’m so breathless, I can’t even respond, so I hum contentedly.

He rolls to his side, gathering me to his chest as his hand rests on my stomach. The only sounds I hear are his heartbeat and the occasional engine revving at the gas station. When Sam’s fingers begin moving, my skin prickles with goosebumps. He lightly traces lines along my body, swooping from my hips to my ribs and back again.

My relaxation quickly becomes anticipation as Sam’s hand moves over my breast and his fingers pinch my nipple. With a moan, I clench my thighs.

He leans down, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I don’t want to be done, but I’ll stop if you want me to. Just say the word, Brynn.”

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