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Luna may have stopped breathing at this point. His eye contact was unwavering.
“You really think you can put up with me?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t…leave?”
“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I won’t leave until you want me to.”
Luna lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a blazing look of her own. “Show me.”
In a single graceful motion, Sam’s hand shot out, he grabbed a handful of her shirt and yanked her to him. He absorbed her gasp when his mouth covered hers. Shock turned into longing as she melted into him, kissing him in return. He tasted of peanut butter; his tongue smooth as it glided into her mouth. Luna wrapped her arms around his neck, her free hand grazing his skin and sliding to his jawline. His grip went around her back before landing on its final destination of her ass and he squeezed.
Luna pushed the man to the couch, setting the peanut butter container on an end table before straddling Sam’s lap. She tossed away his hat before returning to his mouth. It was as though she didn’t realize how hungry she was until a feast was placed within reach or how much she craved someone equally starving.
Without any ceremony, he peeled the shirt from her body, his lips going to the heart of her collarbone, leaving wet hot kisses there before dragging them to her breasts. Her head tipped backwards as she allowed his tongue to titillate, her breathing transitioning to whimpers.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been aching to feel you again,” he said.
“Please tell me you came prepared tonight.”
He nibbled her neck with lips and tongue and teeth before smiling against her skin. “You need it bad, huh?”
“I don’t need anything,” she said between breaths. “I’m like a camel storing water in my hump. I can manage a long time without sex.” Needing led to expectations and disappointment. Luna didn’t want any of it.
“Mm-hmm. I really like your humps.” His hand slid under the elastic waistband of her pajamas. All his rough, calloused touches were going to be the death of her. She moaned.
“But if Ididwant something, you came prepared, right?”
“You can relax. I came prepared.”
“Relaxing is the last thing I want to do right now.”
He stared into her eyes. “You can have as much of me as you can take, Queenie.”
Luna’s breath hitched. She looked past his dark, intense eyes, and suddenly she could see him. Really see him. Her finger brushed the scar on his eyebrow, down a sharp cheekbone to his soft lips. He was beautiful.
“Sam,” she whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Just be with me.”
“Okay.”
She pulled his shirt off, her fingers eager to trace the solid lines of his chest, the smattering of chest hair, as her mouth returned to his again and again. She needed more of him even while feeling there was an abundance of everything, more than her heart knew what to do with.
“More,” was all she could say between kisses. Her possessive hands were already making work with the fasteners on his pants. They discarded the rest of the clothes and Sam made use of the condom he’d brought with him.
“God,” he groaned when Luna sank down on him.
She liked that Sam wasn’t quiet. He pressed moans into her skin or dropped her name in between swear words. As she rocked against him, she found herself whimpering his name in return. Luna pushed them until she couldn’t hold back the overwhelming pleasure any longer, her body breaking apart around him. Sam dropped her onto the couch as he pumped into her hard until he also slumped, completely spent.
“You’ll come back, right?” she said, wrapping them in a big, fuzzy blanket after cleanup. Luna had never been much of a cuddler but she was beyond relaxed, curling into the space between his arm and body.
He held her while brushing soft kisses to her temple. “I’ll come back. Whenever you need me. You know the code.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
For the lastmonth, Sam would visit the Ponderosa bungalow once or twice a week, whenever he got anS.O.S.message. They never went out or did anything other than try to get under each other’s skin in the best possible way. But he could sense she was holding some part of herself back, keeping their interactions on the surface, a sex-only type of affair.
“Guess what?” he said one time while they relaxed on her couch. “Nicholas and Little Luna are moving out at the end of the month.”
