Sam that she couldn’t believe her good luck now.
She glanced over at Sam and smiled, scooting closer to him and enjoying the way he reached out to tuck her against his side even though he was barely awake. It had been two weeks since the night they’d spent together and she had already sold all of the photographs she’d displayed in Joe’s restaurant and he was asking when she would have more ready for him. She was going to deliver several today and hoped that these would be as well received as the others.
So many times she’d wanted to tell Sam about her venture. But she was still too insecure about her pictures. Soon though.
She probably should give in on the wedding plans too. Unfortunately, the stubborn, obstinate and ornery man hadn’t even asked her. He’d simply told her they were getting married, so she didn’t feel as if she needed to answer. No question asked, no answer needed.
She was secretly thrilled that he wanted her though. And each night, he showed her how much, in more ways than she could have imagined back in her lonely, desolate apartment in New York. She’d broken the contract on the lease yesterday afternoon but that was yet another thing she hadn’t mentioned to Sam. She knew he was waiting for some sign that she was on board with all the plans, that she was committed to him.
“I have to go,” she whispered to him, just as she did each morning before the sun came up over the horizon. She wanted to be out on the prairie before the sun was fully up, to capture the different ways the light danced upon the earth.
When she didn’t get a response from Sam, she nudged him in the ribs and repeated her statement.
This time, he rolled over and opened his eyes. “No you don’t,” he replied, his voice husky with sleep and desire. “Come here.”
Chloe laughed and scooted out of the way in the nick of time. She jumped out of bed and headed to Sam’s enormous bathroom, turning on the shower and jumping underneath the warm water. She was shampooing her hair when she felt Sam’s strong arms wrap around her, kissing her neck. “When are you going to tell me where you go so early in the morning?” he asked softly, his hand stroking her skin and setting her body to tingling.
She took a deep breath, bracing for what she was going to say. Words escaped her though when Sam took her hands and placed them against the shower wall. “I want you,” he said, interrupting her admission of her secret.
His hands slid upwards, the feeling enhanced by the soap and warm water. When his feet stepped between hers, she didn’t completely understand but he spread her legs and she gasped when his hands moved down her body, preparing her. “Sam?” she gasped, her bottom pressing backwards as her body came alive under his hands.
“You’re sinfully gorgeous in the morning,” he whispered in her ear, then nipped her ear lobe.
His hand moved around to the front of her, sliding downward at the same time he entered her. One hand cupped her breast while the other teased her body to the same rhythm of his thrusts. The triple assault on her body sent her reeling over to a climax so fast, she screamed and braced herself against the shower wall. Sam continued to drive into her and even though her body had already climaxed once, his hard body and his expert hands continued to entice and she couldn’t believe it when she rode the cliff again, this time bringing him with her as she groaned and would have fallen down if Sam hadn’t been holding her with his muscular arms.
“Sam,” she whispered, trying to slow her breathing and still her spinning mind.
Apparently he was in the same position since she found his hand against the shower wall above her and his body leaned into hers. “I can’t believe that it only gets better the more we do this,” he said.
She laughed and turned around so she was facing him. “It had better not get any better. I don’t think I can handle anything more intense than that. My knees are barely holding me upright as it is.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her neck.
As they dried off, she watched him, worrying about telling him, but not wanting to hide anything from him anymore. She loved this man. Not with the childish infatuation she’d