Page 84 of Mud, Love, and Chemistry

I tell my impatience to shut the hell up.

As he slides a hand down my thigh, I let out a whimper, but he swallows the sound. I roll my hips to guide his fingers between my legs. He pulls it away. I break the kiss, turning a confused glare on him.

He chuckles and taps the button on my jeans. “These are in the way.”

“Oh, yeah.” I duck my head, blushing at my eagerness.

Sam makes quick work of not only my pants, but his as well before he rolls on top of me. God, how I’ve missed his weight. Missed the warmth of his body. Missed him.

He latches his mouth to my throat, his hands roaming over every inch of my body. When I moan his name, I feel him harden on my thigh. I shift so the growing bulge in his boxers is between my legs, sitting at my entrance. He scoots himself to kiss his way down my torso.

Again, super hot, but my impatience will only listen for so long, and the desire pooling inside me begs for release.

Sliding my hand down his ribs, I make a turn at his hip to palm his erection through his boxers.

He turns his hips away.

I don’t want to ruin this sexy, albeit excruciatingly long moment, but I have to make my frustration known. I settle for a strained groan.

Sam chuckles against my skin. “Am I taking too long?”

“Just a bit,” I bite out.

“Sorry.” He peppers kisses up my ribs and across my collarbone. “But I’ve missed you,” he whispers softly.

So softly, I’m unsure I heard him correctly. “What?”

“I, uh...” He clears his throat. “I’ve missed the feel of you is what I meant.”

“Oh.” I sink into the mattress, chewing on my lip. Something inside me says that’s not what he meant, but the ache between my thighs doesn’t want to waste time worrying about it. “Well, I need to feel all of you. Like, now.”

The corners of his mouth tick up. “Yes, ma’am.” He reaches into the drawer of his side table, grabbing a condom and tearing the package open with his teeth. Holding it out to me, he says, “Want to do the honors?”

I bite down on my lower lip and nod. As I hold the wrapper, Sam starts to take off his boxers, and an idea pops into my head. He missed the feel of me? Well, I can give him all the feels. I put my hand on his forearm, stopping him.

He turns to me, a question in his gaze, so I give him a coy smile. “May I?”

“Be my guest.” He lifts his hands.

“Will you stand up?”

Sam gives me a curious look, but rises from the bed. He lets me position him so he’s standing between my legs, his hips at my eye level.

“Um, Brynn?”

“Shh,” I say. “Trust me.” Sliding my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I yank them down. Sam tenses as his erection springs forth to stare me in the face. His breath shakes from his lips, and I watch his fists ball at his sides. I glide my fingers along his hard length as I look up at him through my lashes.

He stares down at me, his brown eyes full of intensity.

When I grip him, he gasps, but when I kiss his tip, he shudders. His body practically quivers as I take him into my mouth, caressing him with my tongue. I run my hands around the backs of his thighs and pull him closer, which makes my name roll off his lips in a strained moan.

I pick up my speed.

“Fuck,” he bites out.

Hallowing out my cheeks, I increase the pressure.

Sam’s hips move in tempo with me, thrusting gently, as he twists a hand into my hair. When saltiness hits the back of my tongue, Sam tightens his fist and pulls my head back. His face is contorted in what looks like reluctant self-restraint.

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