been the wrong word,” she agreed, smiling back.
When she touched the hard ridge, Sam’s grin quickly faded and a groan rumbled up from deep in his chest. He quickly brushed her hands away and, shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down his muscular thighs, kicked them toward the growing pile of their clothing.
Bria’s breath caught at the magnificent sight of her husband. Sam was the embodiment of the perfect man, at least the perfect man for her. With wide shoulders, well-defined muscles and narrow hips, he had the physique of an athlete. Her gaze drifted lower and her heart skipped several beats. Although they had been together for five years and married for three, the sight of his full arousal never failed to send her pulse racing and an empty ache to form deep in her lower belly.
Stepping forward, he didn’t say a word as he reached for the waistband of her jeans and quickly released the button and lowered the zipper. Slowly sliding his hands along her hips, he pushed the denim and her panties down her legs until she stepped out of them.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse as he took her into his arms.
The moment his hair-roughened flesh met her softer feminine skin, the entire length of Bria’s body felt as if it had touched an electric current. Closing her eyes, she reveled in their differences and the unique contrast of man to woman.
“Sweetheart, I think we’d better lie down while we still have the strength to get into bed,” he whispered as he nibbled kisses from below her ear to her shoulder.
Not sure her legs would support her much longer, she reached to pull back the comforter and got into bed. He quickly stretched out beside her and pulled her back into his arms.
“Your body feels so damn good against mine,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to make this last as long as I’d like, Bria.”
She couldn’t have agreed more. “Please make love to me, Sam,” she begged.
“Not until I’m sure you’re ready for me,” he answered, sending a wave of goose bumps shimmering across her overly sensitized skin.
He moved one of his hands from her back along her side to the swell of her hip. His gentle caress as he slid his palm down to the apex of her thighs was thrilling and sent heat moving through her veins. But when he captured her lips with his as he excited her with his touch, Bria felt as if she might go mad from the longing Sam created.
Needing to explore his body as he explored hers, when she found him to tease and arouse, the emptiness within her grew to an almost unbearable ache. She wanted him, needed him to join their bodies.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not going to be able to last if you keep that up,” he said, sounding as if he had run a marathon.
“P-please, Sam,” she said, amazed at the desperation she heard in her own voice. “I need you. Now.”
When he eased her to her back, then parted her thighs with his knee, she held her breath as she waited for him to make them one. Capturing her gaze with his, he gave her a smile that left no doubt what he meant. “Show me where you want me.”
Without hesitation she guided Sam to her, then closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him as he pressed forward and sank himself deep inside her. The feeling of being filled by him was exquisite and she wanted it to last forever.
“Sweetheart, open your eyes.”
When she did as he commanded, she felt branded by the passion and desire she detected in his dark blue gaze. She belonged with Sam. He had claimed her body and soul and she knew in that moment, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
As he continued to hold her gaze with his, he slowly began to rock against her and she readily moved with him as the delicious sensations within her began to build. She loved Sam, had never stopped loving him and although they still had issues to work through, she owed it to both of them to try to resolve things between them.
Lost in the magic they created together, all too soon she found herself poised to find the release they both sought. Sam apparently sensed her readiness and increased the rhythm and depth of his thrusts, sending her over the edge.
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