Page 303 of The Havenport Collection

Sam

B efore I knew what I was doing, I had pushed him down on the bed and was in his lap kissing him. And he kissed me back as though no time had passed. His lips felt comforting and familiar and exhilarating all at the same time.

I still wore only a pair of panties and his shirt, and within seconds his strong hands were on me, making me feel so safe and secure. His touch was gentle, but just firm enough to light my nerve endings on fire.

Our kisses grew frenzied as I let myself fall into the passion consuming us. Each touch, each kiss filled some of the space I had created between us, making me feel alive for the first time in weeks.

“Sam,” he gasped. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

I shut him up with another kiss. “Please, Gio,” I asked. “Just this once. I need you.”

He stopped and stared at me, his eyes darkening. “Are you sure?”

“I trust you. And I want you.”

I didn’t need to say another word. Gio expertly picked me up and laid me down on the bed, gazing down at me as he tore off his T-shirt. “You are so perfect, Sam.”

I pulled him down on top of me, savoring the feel of his strong body, so close that we shared the same breath. “Your pants,” I demanded. “Get rid of them.”

He laughed. “Always so bossy.” But he complied, pushing them down to reveal his impressive erection.

I had missed this. Not just the sex, but the playfulness, the jokes, the intimacy that only comes from seeing each other naked regularly.

Although I wasn’t sure I could ever get used to the sight that was naked Gio.

I arched my back, and he pushed inside me as our eyes met. Something silent and special passed between us as our bodies joined. “Move,” I groaned. “Please. I need you.” I love you , I thought. And I’m terrified .

His palm cupped my cheek and he gazed down at me, as if reading my thoughts.

“I know.” He smirked as he began to thrust, my body already on the edge.

His mouth found mine and lingered, kissing my neck and jaw.

We were starved for each other and not taking a single moment for granted as our bodies expressed what our words could not.

Each thrust stoked the growing fire within me, and the intensity was so great I feared the explosion would destroy me. I clung to his shoulders as he changed the angle, driving me over the edge.

I cried out his name and arched my back as my climax washed over me, consuming me and sending my body into a soul-shattering release. His breathing became ragged as he thrust deeply, eventually losing himself inside me.

“Sam,” he whispered, gathering me into his arms. “My Sam.”