Page 58 of Then Came You

He chuckled. “That’s a stretch, but thanks for the compliment.”

“I mean it. Don’t they put out a sexy police officer calendar every year?”

He laughed harder. “It’s usually the fire department that does that.”

“Too bad. I’d put your picture on every month.”

Gliding her hands down the middle of his chest, she watched the muscles contract as she went lower. Owen had been well-built too, but not this muscular. He’d preferred running over weightlifting, so his muscles had been leaner. She paused her movement when she realized she’d been comparing them again.

“Gillian?”

Swallowing hard, she looked up and met his eyes. No matter how many opportunities Sam gave her, she wasn’t backing out of this. She wanted this, wanted him.

“I’m good. Just feeling a little awestruck.”

He reached up and cupped her cheek, gently moving his thumb back and forth just like he had over her nipples. She wanted more of his touch, that unique blend of soothing and sexual that he seemed to excel at.

“If it helps any, I’m feeling the same way.”

“Really? I would have thought a hunky guy like you would have no shortage of willing women.”

He shrugged. “I haven’t wanted anyone like this in a long time.”

She smiled because she believed him. He wasn’t the type to feed her a line to try and get her into bed. She leaned in and kissed him, tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue, her bare breasts rubbing against his chest hairs.

She rocked her hips forward until she became frustrated by the barrier of clothing between them. Then she lowered her hands to the button of his jeans, and he moaned against her lips.

They continued kissing while she slid down his zipper and then reached inside his underwear to touch him. Her hands met silky-smooth skin over pure male hardness, and she was flooded with warmth at the prospect of him filling more than just her hands.

Sam broke the kiss and glanced down to watch her stroking him. A bead of wetness appeared on his tip, and she rubbed her finger over it before sliding it down his shaft.

“Need to touch you too,” he said, sounding out of breath.

Though she hated to break contact, she was also feeling desperate for more. She let go of him and stood up to remove the rest of her clothes. Sam sat still, his jeans open at the waist and his erection poking over the top of his briefs. She couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful sight as she quickly peeled her underwear and slacks down her legs and stepped out of them.

She recalled the first time she’d gotten naked with a man, back in college. She’d been so nervous and shy that she’d demanded they undress with the lights off. Now she was standing there naked in her brightly lit living room, and she didn’t feel an ounce of nervousness. Sam had a knack for putting her at ease, though he currently looked like he wanted to ravish her.

“Gillian?”

“Yeah?” She remained standing and tried not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Before she could respond, he stood up and swiftly removed his briefs and jeans too.

The next thing she knew, they’d tumbled onto the couch in a tangle of warm, naked limbs. Lips nibbled and sucked, hands roamed and caressed, and their most sensitive body parts rubbed together.

Sam reached down and stroked between her legs, exploring her in that sensual way he had and heightening her arousal with every touch. She tried to reach for him too, but he pulled her hand up to his chest.

“You first,” he whispered.

She wasn’t in the mood to argue. She simply gave herself over to his expert touch and searing kisses, allowing him to bring her the kind of pleasure she’d been missing for so long. He was all she could feel, hear, and see as she circled her hips and chased her release.

“Let go, Gillian,” he whispered in her ear, and his warm breath sent shivers down her spine.

The feelings were so intense it almost scared her, and she worried she wouldn’t be able to climax. But her worries were for naught because, when Sam dipped his head down and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth while simultaneously strumming her sensitive nub, she exploded.

Even though her memories of orgasms had started to fade, her body remembered exactly what to do. She bucked into his hand, clenched her muscles around him, and let go with a long, loud moan that made her glad she lived where she did. Not even Stella would be able to hear her as she cried out her release.