rewarded with her soft moan of pleasure.
If her enthusiastic response was any indication, Bria was as turned on as he was and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he held the most exciting, desirable woman in the world. She was everything good in his life and just knowing that she would be staying with him created a need so strong it damn near buckled his knees.
He broke the kiss to draw in some much-needed oxygen. “Bria, I need you. Now.”
“I need you…too,” she said breathlessly.
Shifting her in his arms, Sam leaned back against the tiled wall of the shower to brace them, then entered her in one smooth stroke. The look of sheer delight on her beautiful face and the feel of her taking him in, her body clinging to his as if she tried to absorb him almost drove him over the edge.
“Don’t move, sweetheart,” he commanded. He clenched his teeth and used every ounce of willpower he possessed to maintain what little control he had left. “I don’t think either one of us wants this to be over before we even get started.”
“You feel so good, Sam,” she said, resting her head against his shoulder. “Please, love me.”
“I don’t think I have a choice,” he admitted, moving his lower body against her.
He tried to go slow as he set a rhythmic pace, tried to make the moment last. But wanting her as he did, it was an all but impossible task. After an entire night of loving her, how could he still be so desperate for her?
As he moved inside her, Sam quickly gave up trying to analyze his need and focused on bringing pleasure to the woman in his arms. He knew her body as well, if not better, than his own, and he could tell she was close to reaching the completion they both raced to find.
When he felt her feminine muscles tighten around him, then gently caress him as the passion overtook her, Sam found his own release from the tension holding them captive. As he held her close, he felt as if he might be consumed by the white-hot waves of pleasure surging through him. For what seemed like an eternity, he continued to hold her. He was as reluctant to end their union as she had been the night before.
“Are we going to stay like this?” she asked, lifting her head from his shoulder to smile at him.
He grinned. “I wouldn’t complain.”
“I wouldn’t either.” Laughing, she kissed his chin. “But it might make fixing your breakfast a bit difficult.”
“You do have a point,” he said, reluctantly loosening his hold to lower her to her feet. “I don’t know why, but I’m starved this morning.”
“Could it be that you expended too much energy last night and this morning?” she asked playfully.
Laughing, he nodded. “That might have something to do with it.”
“While you take your shower, I’ll go downstairs and see what I can make that will restore some of your strength,” she said, opening the shower door.
After Bria toweled herself dry and left the bathroom to get dressed and go downstairs, Sam quickly showered, then wrapping a towel around his waist, stood in front of the mirror to shave. He couldn’t seem to wipe the sappy grin from his face. Bria was going to call off the divorce. He was sure of it. He should be cleared to resume work later this afternoon when he saw the neurologist and if they were lucky, last night or this morning, he might have given her the baby they both wanted.
“Life is turning out pretty damn good,” he said to the grinning fool staring back at him from the mirror.
Wanting to spend as much time with Bria as he could before Nate showed up a little later to take him to Waco for the doctor’s appointment, Sam quickly got dressed and went downstairs. When he entered the kitchen, Bria had just finished making biscuits and gravy, hash browns and bacon.
“Would you like some scrambled eggs to go with the gravy and potatoes?” she asked, smiling at him as she set the plate and a cup of hot coffee at his place on the table.
“I’ll be lucky to eat all this,” he said, pulling a chair out to sit down.
She frowned. “I thought you said you were really hungry.”
Reaching for her, he pulled her down to sit on his lap. “I am, sweetheart, but not for food.” He nipped at her delicate earlobe. “I think I’d