Page 82 of Scandalous Lover

He turns to look at me, eyebrows raised, and I snap back to work, raking like my life depends on it.

We load the brush into the wheelbarrow wearing leather work gloves. Mine are at least two sizes too big, causing me to smile whenever my freakishly large hands come into view.

Sam dumps the load back in the jungle, down a trail to where he tells me is his brush pile. I wait at the edge of the forest, unneeded, but not ready to stop helping.

This was so much fun.

We walk back over to the worksite to gather up the tools, and I stand back and admire how great it looks.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Sam asks, coming up beside me and leaning his shoulder into mine.

I nod up at him. “You were right. That was just what I needed.”

The truth of my words don’t hit me until I’ve spoken them.I feel so much better. Not just cheered up or having forgotten my problems temporarily. I’m a new person.

Covered from head to toe in sweat, dirt, and plant matter which, in itself, is another new experience.

“Why don’t you grab your rake, I’ll show you where it goes in the shed,” Sam says, tucking his clippers and gloves into his pockets.

“Sounds good,” I respond, just as the sky gives an ominous boom.

My head whips around to Sam, who’s grinning at me, eyebrows raised. “Looks like we finished just in time.”

As if timed to his words, the universe opens up at that very moment and what feels like an entire ocean’s worth of water starts to pour down on our heads.

I let out a scream and Sam grabs my hand, pulling me behind him toward the safety of the nearest outbuilding at least fifty feet away. We run through the pouring rain, avoiding where the water is already puddling, laughing as we get thoroughly drenched.

When we finally reach the tin overhang, I fall into his arms, exhilarated, dripping, and so, so happy. Sam holds me tightly to him, and I can feel his chest shake with laughter. When I glance up, he’s looking down at me, raindrops sliding off the ends of his lashes.

“I think this is the first time I’ve given a rake such a big hug,” he says with a smile.

I glance down and see that I never set my rake down. I’ve got it pinned between us in the embrace. I let out a laugh so pure and joyful that it almost brings tears to my eyes.

Have I ever, for a single moment in my life, been this happy?

“I really love my rake,” I manage and Sam’s grin just grows wider.

I start to lay my head against his chest, to curl into the warm, glowing feeling of this moment, this perfect embrace, but Sam’s fingers catch my chin, turning my wet face back up to meet his.

I see his lips coming and close my eyes, allowing the kiss to hit my other senses. I feel the softness of his skin against mine. I smell the rainstorm mingling with the earth and the jungle, the fresh scent of being washed clean. I taste the salt of our hard work, the clean water from the sky, the perfect sweetness of Sam as he deepens the kiss, pressing into my mouth.

I let the rake go, dropping my arm to let it fall to the side and rest against the building. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m pressed against the hard wood of the shed myself, Sam’s hands on either side of my shoulders as I relax onto the solid surface.

He’s kissing me so deeply and I’m chasing every swipe of his tongue, eager for more of this man in any way I can get it. I finally get to live my dream of running my hands up his wet torso, the rainwater mixing with sweat and dirt, creating a slick, gritty feel to him that I can’t get enough of. I grip the meat of him and pull him closer.

I know I’m just as wet and dirty, but somehow the thought of it doesn't make me shy away, exactly the opposite. I want to co-mingle our messy bodies. Right here and now.

“Sam, take my shirt off,” I say into his cheek as I manage to slide my lips away for a brief moment before he recaptures them, groaning into my mouth.

Our lips part for another second as he obeys, pulling my soaked tank-top and bra together up and over my head, gently freeing them from the tangle of my wet hair. I don’t see where the garments land, my eyes still closed, every nerve in my whole body bracing itself for the moment when his hands finally touch down on my sensitiveskin.

I swear to god fireworks go off when he takes my pebbled nipples between his fingers.

Thunder booms so loud we both jump.

Sam recovers first, dropping to his knees in front of me, all attention focused on getting my nipples in his mouth. I decide if he’s not worried about the storm, I’m probably safe out here and allow myself to relax into it. He’s sucking and biting me in the most delicious ways, and I almost don’t realize how low his hands have slid on my hips, or how my shorts and panties seem to be coming down with them.

He doesn’t pause to ask permission, and I give no resistance, biting my lip and watching as he abandons my damp clothes around my knees and reaches both hands up to spread my thighs and touch the tip of his tongue down on my screaming clit.

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