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“Can we get your jeans out of the way?” I ask, receiving an enthusiastic nod in response.

Sitting back on my knees, I take in the sight of a flushed, topless, and thoroughly kissed Samantha Davies, her head on my pillow, my sheets beneath her, and her fingers tracing part of my headboard. I rub my dick once to relieve some of everything that’s building and put my hands on her bare hips, lifting them. She presses her shoulders into the bed and raises her ass as I inch her pants down her body.

Pausing, I hook a finger around her white, sensible underwear. “These, too?”

Another nod, this one more shy, but still sure.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I pull the fabric over her soft skin, reveling in the feel of my hands on her legs. When we’re closer to her ankles, I scoot backwards to the end of the bed to pull from the bottom of each pant leg and throw her jeans and underwear on my floor once they’re free.

Giving the ankle in my hand a slow kiss, I let my gaze follow the lines of her body, including the glistening blonde curls between her thighs.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” Instead of kissing my way up her legs, I crawl over her so my lips can find hers as I say, “Every inch of you is perfect.”

Chapter 39: Sam

Never feeling more lovely than this moment, I relish the way I’m tingling everywhere and how my lips press against Tommy’s. My leg wraps around his only to find it frustratingly clothed in denim.

“What about your jeans?” I ask as his hand roams my breast and stomach, making me squirm in the best ways possible.

“Soon enough, cowgirl.”

Who knew a nickname could be so sexy?

“I have plans before my pants come off,” he says against my ear. “We’ll have time to get the dirt out of our hair before—”

“Oh my goodness,” I interject, turning my head to see if I’ve ruined his pillowcase.

Undeterred by my worry, Tommy lazily nibbles at my ear. “So we might as well get a little dirtier before cleaning up.”

Jesus, he knows how to switch off my anxious thoughts at the drop of a hat.

“And would I be able to use the shower here before facing your family again?” I ask.

“Of course,” he says. “And it’s a new one that I put in a few months ago. An overdue upgrade from the childhood one Chuck and I shared.”

His fingers run down my seam and dip into my core, making wet sounds that, instead of horrifying him, seem to turn him on even more. “You’re really aiming for three?” I ask, a little dazed at the idea.

“I’m really aiming for three.” His breath shudders as his fingers pump once, twice. “I wish you knew how amazing you feel gripping my fingers like this.”

Part of me thinks I should hide my face and be embarrassed, but the way his voice has gotten all raspy, the desperation in his kisses, and the groans that leave him only increase my desire. If he can be so open with me, I can do the same, right?

“Inside doesn’t do much for me,” I explain, trying to be specific but my brain is in overdrive with the ways he’s touching me. Being in his bed with him right here makes me feel like I’m surrounded by him. This man who just gave me a damn fine orgasm. His finger finds the rough spot I’ve explored many times and taps it as he pumps a few more times.

“This, right?”

I nod. “It doesn’t feel bad, but it doesn’t really contribute?”

“I’ll keep my attention right here then.” His fingers pull out to rub near my clit and he kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth with a confidence that feels like he was born to do this. “You’re blowing your dare right out of the water, by the way. I hope you’re enjoying it.”

Tommy falls into the rhythm he found so easily just minutes ago.

“I definitely am.” The climb is faster this time and I don’t know what to do with myself knowing that he’s lying here with me while he gets no attention. I don’t want to ask why it has been so long for him and sound judgmental, but if he’s giving me a second orgasm right here, right now, I don’t want him to be left empty-handed.

Plus, I’m interested to find out what he’s got zipped up.

I loosen my grip on his hair, which he doesn’t seem to mind me using as reins to guide his mouth back to mine when I miss it, and my fingers work their way over his pec and down his stomach. His muscles react to my touch and dance under my fingertips. When they trace the sensitive skin right above his belt, he releases a shaky breath.

“I think you’re trying to kill me, Samantha.”