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He stood up, a dare in his eyes, and she moved backward to his bed, brushing loose hair from her face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hearyou. My blood was rushing in my ears.”
With a cocky grin, he stepped in front of her. “Good. You want more?”
She shook her head. “I want to see you.” He removed his shirt and allowed her to look her fill. From the full sleeve of tattoos, to the few faint scars on his side, to the ridges and lines of muscle. “You’re beautiful.”
He ignored her and sat down to remove his shoes and pants, leaving him in his boxer briefs and prosthesis. They both looked at it and then at each other. If he wanted an answer from her, she didn’t have it.
“Whatever’s more comfortable for you,” she said, smoothing her palm over his back. She leaned over, leaving little kisses over his shoulder and neck as he sat staring straight ahead for a long moment.
Then all of a sudden, he had her on her back on the mattress, and all she could see was him over her, his face smiling down at her like she was his favorite thing in the world. “We’ll have more chances to experiment,” he said. “Right now, I need to fuck you the best way I know how.”
“Well, I guess that sounds all right,” she said, her giggles quickly dying off as he covered her nipple with his mouth again. Whether it was his insecurities or him simply trying to make it really,reallygood for her, he spent time learning each part of her body. The sensitivity of her breasts, the lines of her rib cage, the ticklishness of her elbow, the curve of her thigh, he spent endless moments adoring each and every part of her.
He slowly lowered himself down between her legs, and she gasped when he licked the flat of his tongue up her center. The way he curled his arms around her thighs to keep her open to him, the scratch of his beard in her most delicate places, the slight pull of his lips as he sucked on her until she was writhing beneath him, it was all so,sogood. He added one then two fingers, twisting and pulling every ounce of pleasure out of her, and the wave built deep in her belly, cresting over her entire body.
She gripped his hair, trying to tug him up to her, but he didn’t stop. He kept on going, tucking his shoulders against the bottom of her thighs, making a home between her legs, and she mumbled a string of words that she had trouble deciphering to her own ears.
“I can’t hear what you said.” He hummed against her, sending shock waves up her spine. “Please keep going? Don’t stop?”
She shook her head, all coherent thought long gone. “Fuck!” she shouted, her body hot and covered in goose bumps. “Yes, keep going!”
Tongue and fingers and teeth and whatever it was he was doing, she didn’t want him to stop.
He didn’t.
Minutes passed. Hours. Centuries. Sam didn’t know how long it was until he finally let up, her body ragged and spent.
“I love the sounds you make. Better than I imagined,” he said, settling over her. He kissed her, and she tasted her salty slickness on his lips. “Up on the edge of the bed. On your hands and knees.”
She followed his orders, scurrying to the side of the mattress as he grabbed a condom. Then he was behind her, his hands, warm and callused, guiding her hips back to him. He let out a gruff sound and ran two fingers over her opening before sliding into her, and then she didn’t have any more words as he filled her over and over. Merely sensation and indulgence and everything she’d ever wanted.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, his breath coming out in short spurts. “I’m not going without you.”
Holding herself up with one hand, she slipped her fingers between her legs, feeling where he thrust into her, slick and hot.
“Come on,” he said, like he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Come with me.”
She circled the pads of two fingers against herself as he held on to her tightly, his exhales loud, his thrusts hard and hastening until she was adrift in an ocean of ecstasy.
Nothing had ever felt so perfect as his hands on her, his breath on her neck when he towed her up against him, rasping in her ear, “I know you won’t forget this.”
He was right. She’d never forget this.
17
Clomping footsteps on the ceiling knocked Mike’s brain awake, and he shifted, lifting his head from where it was tucked against sweet-smelling skin. Forcing his eyes open, he blinked a few times, realizing Sam was still there, sleeping soundly, her violet hair splayed out on her pillow, the small divots of her spine curved toward him, his arm underneath her.
“Peaches.” He shook her hip under the bedsheet.
They hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but after they’d had sex, they’d agreed to watch the lastTwilight. She had thrown on his T-shirt while he completed his nightly routine of removing and cleaning his prosthesis. Sam watched and asked questions, and he couldn’t help but compare Samantha to Bianca.
Mike had thought he was going to marry her. He’d planned on proposing once he’d gotten back from overseas, and he’d still thought he might when she had been there at his bedside at the VA hospital, but then their relationship slowly devolved. Some people liked to tell Mike “things happen for a reason,” presumably because they assumed the platitude would somehow comfort him. It did not. Yet maybe there was a silver lining, in that it taught him things about himself he never would have discovered without going through all that trauma.
He was stronger than he imagined.
He learned what true gratitude meant.
He also learned his worth. That was the hardest lesson to absorb. He was still working on it, though every moment with Samantha showed him Bianca was wrong. He was more than his injury, more than a struggling veteran, more than his bad days, and more than his good days.
