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Soon they were both panting, and a throbbing ache had started between her legs. Sam's hand slid from her waist and covered her breast with his big, long fingered hand.
    Instead of groping and squeezing like every other guy who'd had a personal encounter with her D cups, Sam found her nipple, straining against the fabric of her tank top. He circled it with his thumb, back and forth in a gentle rhythm that had her making little sounds of pleasure in her throat as she squirmed to get closer.
    He let out a groan against the skin of her throat. “Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?”
    Even though she knew it was probably just a line, Sam's words sent a shudder of delight through every nerve. Sam settled more of his weight against her and slid his knee between hers. As he pressed against her she could feel him, hard and hot against her hip.
    She gasped, and a snippet of gossip she'd heard from another girl popped into her head. Oh, my God, the girl had said, Sam O'Connell and I did it last weekend and I swear to God, his dick is so big I didn't even think it would fit.
    At the time, Carla didn't think that sounded so great, but the other girls had seemed to think it was pretty awesome. Now, the feel of his long, thick, erection against her hip sent a rush of moisture between her legs, soaking her panties as she wondered what it would be like to strip Sam naked and see for herself what the girls were talking about.
    Not going to happen, her common sense made one last gasp. You are not getting naked, you are not having sex, and you need to let him know right now what not to expect so there is no misunderstanding.
    Carla had always been up front with the guys she fooled around with that she wasn't going to have sex. She didn't care if it made her uptight, or it meant people call her a prude. And it wasn't like she was committed to virginity until marriage either. She just wanted it to mean something, to be with someone she cared deeply for and who cared deeply for her.
    So far, she hadn't been with anyone who was worth putting herself through what, as far as she could tell, would be a somewhat painful and not so pleasant―for her at least―experience.
    Sam pinched her nipple and took her mouth in another one of those delicious kisses. Oh God, she could give it up to him so easily, and she knew instinctively that there wouldn't be anything unpleasant about it.
    But it wouldn't mean anything. Not to him anyway.
    Carla realized if she didn't act soon Sam and his magic mouth and hands were going to blow all of her rules to hell.
    “ I'm not having sex with you,” she blurted out shakily.
    Sam's hand froze on her breast. “Uh, okay.”
    Carla scooted up on her elbows. “I mean, I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings or disappointment on your part. I know you fool around with girls all the time, and you're used to getting...” She trailed off, embarrassment flooding through her as she realized how stupid she sounded.
    Sam rolled away, sat up, and raked a hand through his hair. “Right. I'm a total man slut.”
    If the shoe fits... “That's not what I meant,” Carla snapped, her body feeling the chill of the night air more acutely without the heat of Sam's skin keeping her warm. “I thought you should know that's not in the cards for us.”
    “ You're a virgin, aren't you?” he said in the same tone as someone who's encountered a particularly rare and reclusive species.
    Carla felt her face heat as tears of humiliation stung her eyes. “Yeah, I am.” She stood on shaky legs and started across the plateau. “So now you know and you can go find someone else to give you what you want and stop wasting your time with me.”
    Sam caught her before she'd taken three steps and pulled her back against him. When she wouldn't look at him he caught her chin in his fingers and tipped it up. Without saying a word he kissed her again, his hand sliding from her chin to cradle the back of her head.
    “ I'm not