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Two long years it had been since he’d touched her last and now that he had her—naked, willing, wanting—he couldn’t wait any longer.
Lacy, it seemed, felt the same. She shook her long hair back from her face, kissed him hard and deep, then reached down to undo his fly. Buttons sprang free under her fingers and in a second, she was holding him, stroking him from base to tip and back again. Sam gritted his teeth, struggling for control and losing, since he felt as wild as a hormonal teenager.
Need was a living, breathing animal in the room, snapping its jaws, demanding release. Sam’s brain blanked out, every thought whipping away in the surge of his reaction to her touch. With her fingertips smoothing over him, he couldn’t think beyond breathing. That was all he needed anyway. Air—and Lacy.
Shifting his grip on her, he stroked the hot, damp core of her. She sucked in a breath and trembled, but she didn’t release her hold on him. If anything, her grip tightened, her caresses became more determined, more demanding. As did his. He rubbed the small bud of sensation at her center and each time she quivered and moaned, it fed his need to touch her more deeply. More completely.
She twisted in his grasp; her heels dug into the small of his back. “Sam, if you don’t take me right this minute, I might die.”
“No dying allowed,” he muttered, and fused his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled together again, even more desperately this time.
He’d come here with the idea to either talk through the barriers standing between them or seduce her into a sexual haze. Now neither one was happening. This wasn’t seduction. It was raw urgency. Sam took two long steps to the closest wall, braced her back against it and then broke the kiss so he could look into her eyes as he filled her in one long, hard stroke.
She gasped and he was forced to pause, willing himself to be still. She was so tight. So hot, it stole his breath and left him gasping. A moment passed, and then as if of one mind they moved together, Lacy taking him deep inside her and each of them groaning when he retreated only to slide back inside, even deeper.
Again and again, they moved frantically, the rhythm they set a punishing pace that left no margin for smooth, for slow, lazy loving. It was all passion and lust and a desperate craving for the release that rose within them, higher and higher as they chased it. Emotion, sensation poured through them both, and then were drowned in the immediate demands of bodies too long denied.
He felt the cold of the wall on the palms of his hands as he braced her there, pinned like a butterfly to a board. He felt her fingers, digging into his shoulders as she urged him higher, faster, deeper. He heard their breaths coming fast and sharp.
Sam reached between their laboring bodies and flicked his thumb across that tight, sensitive bud at the junction of her thighs. Instantly, she screamed out his name as she shuddered, splintering in his arms.
Her body tightened around his; those internal shivers driving him over the edge. When the first explosion took him, Sam groaned aloud and emptied himself into her.
Seconds, minutes...maybe days passed with neither of them willing to move. Frankly, Sam didn’t think he could move even if he had to. His knees were weak and the only thing holding them both up at the moment was sheer willpower.
“Oh. Wow.” Her voice was a whisper that sounded like a shout to him. “Sam. I think I might be blind.”
He looked at her. “Open your eyes.”
She did. “Right. Good. Wow.”
“You said that already,” he told her, hissing in a breath as she moved on him and sent his still-willing body into overdrive.
Nodding, Lacy murmured, “It was two Wows worthy.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, slapping one hand to her butt to try to hold her still. “Gotta say it really was.”
Breathing still strained, Lacy looked at him and said, “I should probably tell you to leave now.”
“Probably,” he agreed, even as he felt his body hardening inside her again.
She felt it, too, because she inhaled sharply and let that breath slide from her on a soft moan of pleasure. “But I’m not.”
“Glad to hear it.” Sam tightened his grip on her, swung her away from the wall and walked, their bodies still linked, to the hall. “Bedroom?”
“Yeah,” she said, dipping her head for another taste of his mouth. “Bedroom.”
It was a small cabin and Sam took a moment to be grateful for that. He laid her down on the bed they used to share and reluctantly drew out of her heat just long enough to strip out of his clothes. Then he was back on the bed, looming over her, sheathing himself inside her on a sigh of appreciation. His hips moved as he reclaimed her body in the most elemental way. She met his pace and rocked with him in a dance they’d always been good at. Their rhythms meshed, their breaths mingled and the sighs crashing in the quiet seemed to roll on forever.
