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Jessica pulled him down, sealing her lips over his. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she felt him smile. Her heart did a happy little leap.
The hand he had pressed to her scar slid just a tiny bit down then up. Her nipples were beyond hard and aching. She grasped him by the wrist and guided his fingers past the loose neckline of her T-shirt.
Samuel needed no further encouragement.
His big hand slid into her bra and cupped her breast. She groaned and arched up against him, rubbing herself on him like a cat in heat. His fingers gently abraded her nipple, teasing a gasp out of her. His tongue slid inside her mouth. She clutched his hips and pulled. His pelvis ground against hers, creating the most delicious friction.
Why were they wearing clothes? Clothes were so annoying.
Samuel pinched her nipple gently, yet the sensation that zipped through her was enough to make her eyes roll back in her head.
Holy shit.
Desperate to feel more of him, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up.
Samuel pushed up so that he was kneeling between her legs. She tossed the offending shirt over the edge of the bed. He caught her hands before she could dispense with the bra.
“Wait,” he said softly.
“I don’t want to.”
He chuckled and a gentle smile curved his lips.
Jessica changed her mind in that instant. She’d do things for that smile.
His gaze traveled down to her chest. “I want to look at you.”
“Fine.”
She relaxed and lay back, bringing her hands up over her head.
Jessica did the bare minimum when it came to exercise. Unlike Samuel, her body had always been a little soft, a little curvy, but her boobs were great.
His attention centered on the pink scar where the bullet had gone into her and ricocheted around.
She found herself holding her breath and her body tense as if she were balanced on a tight rope. What had begun as need now felt… More significant.
Samuel lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, far above the scar. He kissed along her collarbone to her sternum. She tilted her head back and sighed, letting those bigger, scarier feelings drift away. Right now all she wanted was to be with Samuel.
He kissed down between her breasts while his hands tugged the straps off her shoulders.
“Are you serious about not talking?” he whispered.
Her eyes popped open. “What?”
His gaze locked with hers as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of one breast. “Talking?”
“I didn’t really mean no talking. Unless you want to talk about work right now… Work talk is not allowed right now.”
He grinned.
Grinned!
It was a brilliant slash of white teeth and shadowy creases.
Damn these lights. She couldn’t see him well enough to commit it to memory.
His voice became deeper, sensual. “Work is the last thing on my mind…”