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“It’s the middle of the night,” he said softly. “How about we talk about it tomorrow?”
“At breakfast?” she asked hopefully.
“At breakfast,” he repeated and tugged on her hand.
She braced herself not to fall and her warm hands pressed against his chest. John bent down and took her into his arms. He walked to the bed and gently deposited her in the middle of the mattress. He then took off his boots and climbed on top of her, covering her body with his. Sam smiled and pushed at his chest until he was lying on his back and she was straddling him. He raised his head and took her mouth in a warm, open-mouthed kiss.
She instantly sagged against him. He stroked her sides, her jaw, and cheek. He moved his hands on her with the greed of a hungry man. He licked at her lips until they parted and then plunged his tongue inside. He swept it inside her warmth, teasing her, daring her to follow his moves, and finally, she surrendered to him with a tentative stroke of her own tongue.
John groaned into her mouth and lost all control. His hold on her tightened, and he undid the sash of her dressing gown and pushed it down her shoulders. Then he turned her onto her back and nibbled on her neck. He stood from the bed, quickly shed his breeches and drawers, and climbed on top of her.
He kissed her as gently as he could, which was quite difficult with the need burning inside of him. But he would keep himself in check tonight. He wouldn’t hurt her if it killed him. He lowered his head slowly and kissed her on her jaw, her collarbone, lower. He licked his way down her chest toward her breasts, and when he reached his destination, he suckled on the nipple through the fabric of her shift. Sam moaned and arched into him.
He kept suckling and nibbling alternatively on both of her nipples, while his hands traveled up her legs and he hiked up the hem of her shift to her waist. He murmured endearments against her skin as his hand moved higher up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the patch of curls in the triangle between her legs, he was afraid she would stiffen again, but she just moaned, holding on to his shoulders as tightly as she could.
He started stroking her there, gently, lovingly playing with the petals of her femininity and finding moisture there. She started whimpering and making sweet sobbing sounds at the back of her throat.
“Shh,” he crooned to her. “Relax, just lay back and let me do this.”
“John, please…” she begged him. He settled heavier on top of her and sucked on her neck. At the same time, his finger that was making light feathery explorations of her soft folds plunged inside her center.
Sam arched up and gave a soft cry of pleasure. She clutched at him harder and dug her fingernails into his shirt. John found a little nub inside her folds and started circling it with his thumb, which seemed to drive her mad because she almost shot off the bed. He lowered her hips back to the bed with his other hand, while another finger joined the first one inside of her. He started rhythmic movements with his fingers, entering her and withdrawing, while at the same time his thumb kept circling the most sensitive part of her.
Finally, she started sobbing in time with his rhythm and pulsing around the fingers inside her. John grinned, continuing his careful movements with his fingers. John wasn’t experienced in lovemaking, and before the night in the shed, he’d had no idea, he would feel just as exhilarated by giving her pleasure as she did. The idea of making her senseless with pleasure was driving him to the edge. When he drew final shudders from her, he placed his cock against her hot, wet center and plunged into her in one swift thrust. She stiffened instantly.
John went still and waited for her to adjust. She didn’t move, just breathed quietly.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a husky whisper. Praying she would say no, praying he could start moving again.
“No,” she said just as quietly.
Then she took his neck in her hands, lowered it to her mouth, and sucked on it gently. He groaned and started moving frantically inside her. He drove into her hard and fast. Not caring that it would end all too quickly. All he felt was her hot, pliant body under him, and around him. All he heard were her rhythmic cries urging him on. After several blissful moments, he shattered inside her and it felt like he’d found catharsis.
* * *
Sam was lying in the crook of his arm, exploring his body with her fingertips. She looked so peaceful that he never wanted to leave the bed. He knew that he had to, however. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and moved to get up from the bed. She looked at him, her eyes wide, her gaze startled. He regretted taking her in his bed. It would have been easier if he were in her room.
“Come,” he said. “I’ll take you back to your room.”
“What?” She drew the sheets higher over her body. She looked taken aback, as though not comprehending what was going on. “Why?” she finally asked on an exhale.
“Because you need to get some sleep. And me too.” He moved to haul her into his arms, but she moved away from him.
“Why can’t I sleep here?” She sounded like a little child denied her favorite candy. It made him want to smile.
“Because I am a restless sleeper, and you won’t get much sleep with me. And neither will I.” She opened her mouth to argue again, but he stopped her. “Please, Sam. We agreed to trust each other, didn’t we? Just trust me on this. You don’t want me sleeping beside you at night.”
Sam swallowed, a tiny ripple appearing in her throat. She seemed so vulnerable; he wanted to take her in his arms and soothe her. But he couldn’t give her an inch in this. If he did, he’d end up relenting and letting her stay the night. That wouldn’t end well at all. She rose slowly to her feet, as regal as a queen, collected her dressing gown from the floor, and walked toward the door. John made a move to accompany her, but she smiled at him and said, “I can find my own way. Thank you.” With a light kiss on his cheek, she left his room.
John stood looking at the closed door, then he looked down at himself. He was still wearing his shirt. He had been so eager that he’d forgotten to strip off his shirt and hadn’t bothered taking off her shift. Oh, how he wanted to explore her entire body with his tongue, licking every nook and cranny, suckling on those rosy nipples, tasting her sweet essence. His cock grew hard again just thinking about it. He took himself in hand and groaned. The urge to go to her and have her again was almost unbearable.
He couldn’t spend too much time in bed with her. He could have hurt her. Even if not with his ardor, he ran a risk of falling asleep with her in his bed. And with his nightmares being as violent as they were, he was afraid he’d hurt her in his sleep and not even realize it. With a sigh, he stripped off his shirt and settled down on his blanket by the French doors.
Am I ever going to be sleeping in a bed with a woman like a normal man? Or is normal not an option for me anymore?
