the bottle, down my chin and straight down the vee of my chest. Sam’s eyes followed the line of liquid. Leaning forward, he lifted the hem of his T-shirt and dabbed the beer from my skin.
Don’t look down, Jess. Eyes to face. Eyes to face. But it was no good; I’d already got an eyeful of Sam’s bare torso which had tattooed itself onto my retinas, possibly for ever. Oh my, seriously! Abs like that existed in real life? And properly defined pecs? And the less said about the dusty blond trail of hair dipping from his navel down into the opening of his shorts, the better. All my hormones short-circuited, taking any ideas of being a good girl right off the table. His fingers grazed the sensitive skin in the vee of my chest which sent a few thousand volts racing straight down between my legs. I looked right into his eyes and stepped forward, sliding one hand across his chest to ease the T-shirt over his head. There was a brief flare of surprise in his eyes and then he took the beer bottle out of my other hand and settled it on the side.
This was the other side of instant attraction; I didn’t feel the least bit shy. I wanted him and he wanted me. No games. No dancing around the subject. Just good, healthy appreciation of each other’s bodies. An earthy acceptance.
The silence between us stretched out, a hum of anticipation before we stepped off the cliff edge. I could hear the birdsong outside, feel the warmth of the sun on my back and the thud of my heart as Sam’s eyes held mine. I knew this moment would be imprinted for ever.
His fingers slid into the gap between my shorts and my vest, skimming the skin around my waist. The slow, deliberate strokes semaphored his intentions as they moved up and up and up, under my vest, tracing the side of my rib cage. His eyes never left my face and the moment simmered with erotic promise. His thumbs grazed the sides of my pathetically undersized boobs and I almost stumbled forward at the punch of desire. Then everything boiled over and we were kissing.
Kissing and kissing, a tangle of limbs, and it was like the proverbial floodgates opening with all the pent-up longing we’d both felt since the day we first met rushing out. His mouth on mine. Mine on his. Our bodies pressed against each other. Sam pulled my vest top off. I fumbled with the zipper of his shorts. I backed him out of the kitchen. His hand tugged at my shorts. I pushed at the denim of his. We stumbled, still kissing, into the hallway. Bump! I hit my elbow as we cannoned off the door jamb. He steadied me. Our mouths fused. A pause as he stepped out of his shorts. A shimmy of my hips as his hand slipped inside my shorts to work them down.
We hit my bed. His weight on me was heavy and delicious. Crisp cotton a soft chafe as he pressed me into the clean sheets. Our breath rasped in the warm, sweet air of the summer day. Hands exploring, touching and testing. I inhaled his sigh, drawing it in. His fingers flirted in butterfly-light touches on my inner thigh. Mine stroked his muscled back, pulling him closer. And still we kissed.
His fingers slid higher to the warm wetness and I moaned, lifting shamelessly to that sweet touch, desperate for him to ease the ache. One finger slipped inside. I gasped at the electric shock of pleasure. His mouth stilled and he lifted his head, his eyes languorous and heavy. I opened my legs, an incoherent mutter of pleasure escaping as that solitary wicked finger played me.
‘Sam. Yes. Yes. Yes.’
I found the hot, hard length of him, another spark of desire firing with golden sparks at his groan and the lift of his hips. He dropped his forehead to mine. His breath was warm on my face. More groans and sighs as his mouth moved back over mine, our hips rising and pushing towards the goal.
With a stuttered breath I groped my way towards the bedside drawer.
We paused, staring into each other’s eyes and a we-really-are-going-to-do-this message flashed between us as I fumbled for the box of condoms. Grasping it, I yanked it upwards and promptly dropped the bloody thing. Durex spilled out, some on the floor and one, thank you providence, landed on the