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me again.”
    I did, pouring every bit of my turmoil into it, molding the negative feelings into something positive. Letting my passion for him overwhelm my fears.
    When we finally broke apart again Sam’s eyes were hooded with desire and his breath came in shallow pants. “Come with me,” he ordered.
    I followed him across the loft and through a doorway into a bedroom. “Sam, what about your friend?”
    “Fabian will call when he has information for us. In the meantime, I need you.”
    I nodded and smiled. Whatever the rest of this day might bring, being with Sam was a real miracle. Not perfect. Perfection is a lie. He was infuriating and bossy and sometimes secretive. But he loved me. Really loved me. He’d already shown his willingness to do anything to keep me safe. And, shallow as it may be, the way he looked at me drove me wild. The hunger in that dark gaze made me feel beautiful and strong and sexy. I could see the Carly he did, reflected in his eyes, and for some moments, I could believe I was her.
    “Baby, you’ve got your thinking face on again.”
    “Make it go away,” I whispered, pulling my t-shirt off over my head.
    Sam made a noise low in his throat and grabbed me, yanking me back onto the bed. We landed in a tangle of limbs, laughing as we tried to kiss, grope, and strip at the same time. It was a silly, combative and remarkably erotic moment and I knew I’d always remember it.
    Once I was naked and he was down to just his jeans, Sam stopped for a moment. He tugged my hair out of its messy bun and spread it over my shoulders. “You’re a goddess.”
    I blushed and leaned over to kiss him.
    “No, wait. I want to touch you.”
    “Yeah, me too. That’s kind of the whole point of all this.”
    Sam chuckled, but didn’t relent. He slid his hand down my cheek and over my shoulder, then down my arm to my hand. His heated gaze seared my skin as it slid over every bit of me. In a strange combination of his keen cop’s eye and lover’s looks, I could feel him noticing each inch, freckle, fold of skin and blemish.
    I was embarrassed by the close attention, but also aroused. “That’s looking. When does the touching happen?”
    “Make jokes all you want,” he murmured. “Earlier today I was afraid I’d never see your face again, let alone these perfect curves.” His hand danced over my raised wrist and to the hollow between my breasts. “And I plan to make the most of this chance to play.”
    “Is that what you want to do, play?”
    “For a start.”
    “I don’t think I have the energy for one of your endless sessions, Sam.”
    “That’s okay. You can just be here. I’ll do all the strenuous parts.” He looked up into my face and waggled his eyebrows.
    I giggled, and then gasped as his fingers circled my nipple. The skin tightened and heat rushed through me.
    “Do you like that?”
    I nodded.
    Sam lowered his head and took the pebbled peak into his mouth.
    “Mm,” I said. “I like that even more.”
    His tongue lapped at me and I closed my eyes, sinking into the sensations he was coaxing from my exhausted body.
    After a while he switched his attention to my other breast and slid one hand down between my thighs. He spread them open and grazed the dampness there.
    I sighed and wrapped an arm around his back, caressing the thick muscles that slid under his skin with every motion.
    When Sam’s fingers danced over my sex again I arched my back and moaned. He chuckled and slid down my body after licking each of my nipples one last time. As his wide body settled between my legs, I was opened wide to him. Cool air washed over my thatch of soft curls and then warmth as his mouth descended.
    There were no words for the intensity of it all. I felt myself collapsing, folding over and over until all that existed was my core, flaring to life under Sam’s touch. His tongue lapped, his fingers circled and prodded, his lips suckled. My first orgasm was sharp and fast, ripping through me harshly. I