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“And you have me,” I reply, pushing myself up her body until her tongue is in my mouth. She still tastes faintly of Avery’s peanut butter cookies. “All of me.”

Her hands hold my face, softly kissing my lips. “And you have all of me,” she whispers.

“I love you so much, Sam,” I tell her.

She smiles. “I love that you call me Sam and Samantha.”

“Is that your official answer then?” I ask.

“Wait, you remember asking me my preference?” Her eyes widen with surprise.

“Of course I remember. That was the first day I laid eyes on you.”

“It was.” Her thumb strokes my cheek. “I knew you were someone special.”

“The feeling was mutual. And now I’m all yours,” I say, tipping my head to kiss her.

“And now I’m all yours,” she echoes against my lips and she deepens our kiss before she pulls back. “And I love you, too, so much.”

I give her a confused look.

“I didn’t say it back this last time and didn’t want you to worry. Because I do.”

Slowly, we pick up where we left off moments ago, but we take our time. The frantic nature of when we came into the room gives way to us drawing out each touch, each kiss. Her hips drop fully down to the bed as my hand slips between us. I dip one finger deep inside to gather her wetness, feeling her squirm a little.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“I want that to feel better?” she says like it’s a question.

“It will, I have a plan.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” My fingers start rubbing next to her clit and she twitches. “I promise it’s a good one, too.”

Chapter 61: Sam

My mind is right back to wanting everything with Tommy. Did I have a moment of doubt for what we’re about to do feeling good? Yes.

But I’m not hiding anymore so, for once, I said something. And Tommy has a plan. Apparently a good one. Is my brain capable of trying to guess what that plan might entail? Absolutely not.

Not when his body is on top of mine like this with his hand doing something he is fantastic at, and I’m lying on his bed which smells like cedar and a little hint of garlic. A bed that I plan on waking up in tomorrow morning. In Tommy Landen’s arms.

I chose this and I love it.

He braces his free hand up by my head and kisses down my neck and along my collarbone with his tongue darting out every so often. Goosebumps follow each path he chooses. My hips tilt to give him even better access to my most sensitive area. The combination of all his touches cause my eyes to close and at least one moan to escape my lips. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I simply feel emboldened to stop hiding my natural responses. Tommy seems to soak up any hint, big or small, that my body gives him and works his way up my neck.

A little nibble on my ear timed with an increase in pressure from Tommy’s fingers has me gasping. I think I’m more sensitive than usual because I’m close to coming already and I swear he’s only been touching my clit for a minute. But when you spent what felt like a long truck ride to get here and have been touching each other in different ways, it’s not such a surprise. There’s a coil of pleasure building deep inside me, tightening, getting ready to spring at any moment.

My hands grip Tommy’s back while my back arches, pressing my chest into his. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive spot behind my ear and I give a little cry as my toes curl.

“Here we go, Samantha,” he says against my ear, moving his finger a little faster. “Come for me, cowgirl.”

A few seconds later my body shudders as my orgasm takes over. The crest of each wave washes over every single inch of me. Tommy curses between the kisses he places up and down my neck and rolls his hips, but his fingers keep going until my twitches stop. Those beautiful lips caress my own and he makes a humming sound while I melt onto the bed, my body going blissfully limp.

“I’m going to stay here for a minute, and then I’m grabbing two things from my nightstand if you’re interested,” Tommy says while bracing himself on his elbows so he can look at me better.

“I think I know what one item is,” I say, feeling so content.