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“Should we head up and get you clean before the movie starts?”
“Oh my, I forgot to bring the popcorn inside earlier!” My feet crunch on the gravel as I walk to my car while my hand stays tucked into Tommy’s.
“What kind did you get?”
“A sea salt, a cheddar, a kettle corn, and a caramel chocolate. No dairy in any of them in case anyone else is curious.”
He pulls me against his side, kissing my muddy cheek. “You’re ridiculously thoughtful, you know that?”
Chapter 48: Tommy
It’s quiet inside the house even when we get to my room. I guess there must be a full-scale water fight happening, but I don’t mind missing it one bit knowing that Sam is choosing to be here with me.
Turning towards her after grabbing a fresh towel, I take in her appearance once more. Her hair is in a wild ponytail that has mud splatter throughout. Her face is makeup-free, I think, with streaks of mud that she’s tried to wipe off several times. There’s a distinct line from where her long-sleeve shirt started and ended because in her tank-top, her chest and arms are clean. The bottom of her leggings, where they meet her socks, are the only dirty spots on her clothes now.
“Offer still stands to save water,” I say with a wink as I hand over the towel.
Mischief dances in her eyes. “I was just thinking that I could use some help getting this mud out of my hair, actually.”
Unsure if she’s joking or not, I take a step closer and put my hands on her hips. “One of my best friends is a hairdresser, so I’m sure I’d be a natural.”
While obviously trying not to laugh she says, “That makes no sense at all.”
I shrug. “She talks about work sometimes, so there have to be little nuggets that I’ve absorbed over the years.”
She loops her free arm around the back of my neck. “Well, I suppose there’s no better time to find out than the present.”
I smile as my lips hover just above hers. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Sam erases the space and I walk us to the bathroom, kissing her until I have her backed against the door to the shower.
“Give me three seconds.” I open the door, turn on a few of the shower heads without getting wet so things can warm up, and step back out to find Sam hanging her towel next to mine. “Another sight I could get used to.”
She closes the door that leads into my bedroom with a tentative smile. We meet in the middle and her eyes take in my undershirt before her fingers gently grab the fabric where it’s tucked into my shorts. Raising my arms seems to be the signal she needed because she gives a tug to untuck it and peels it off my torso. Then she tosses it into the laundry hamper in the corner, like she knew right where it should go because this is her space, too.
My heart thumps in my chest because she looks so at ease doing little things like that. It makes it almost too easy to picture her doing it every single day. Instead of possibly scaring her right off by giving voice to any of those thoughts, they all go right out of my head as her fingers explore my arms, pecs, and then my abs.
“It’s not fair if I can’t do the same,” I say while I pull her tank top up and over her head, counting the milliseconds before her hands are back on me. God damn, it’s like my entire body knows every tiny point of contact. Each place her fingers touch lights up.
With her focus on exploring me, I take in the view of her in a sports bra and leggings. Fuck, if we weren’t about to get in the shower, I’d drink my fill of this sight, but the steam is already fogging up the glass and people will be in the house soon, so I’d like to make the most of this time. Thankfully, this bra doesn’t seem to be suffocatingly tight on her, so I can get my fingers under the band with ease. When I pull it over her head, some of the hardened mud in her hair falls loose and her ponytail becomes even more messy. She must notice because she reaches up to unbind her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders.
I do my best to keep my hands to myself while she does this, so I pull at the waist of my shorts, drawing her eyes to my motions. Or, likely, the very clear erection I’m sporting. Part of me regrets the decision to remove my own clothes, but now, I get to watch her hands glide over her hips and push down those leggings. My shorts pool around my ankles when she stands up straight in only a pair of sensible striped panties.
And God damn if she doesn’t look fucking sexy.
I kneel in front of her and grasp the fabric on her sides. Her fingers run through my hair and I tug her underwear down her smooth thighs, all the way down to her ankles before she steps free. I give myself one long look at Samantha standing bare before me and remind myself that she’s mine and I’m hers.
I lean in and kiss my way from her belly up to her breasts, giving them each a nibble. By the time I stand, her hands are pulling my face to hers, her lips nipping at mine. Then those magical fingers trail down my chest, tracing around my nipple, which has my hips rolling towards her. She makes quick work of getting me completely naked and takes a step towards the shower.
I open the door and steam pours out as I walk in with her right behind me. When I stop to adjust the water so it’s not too hot, she slips her arms around my waist and presses light kisses between my shoulder blades and my dick jumps at the sensations.
“I’ll wear protection when we, you know, but I’m clean,” I say, my mind a jumbled mess. One arm braces against the wall as her fingers explore my abs, water running down my body as I take up most of the space under the rain head.
“I’m clean, too,” she says between kisses as the mounted hand-held sprayer hits her back.
“I mean when we have sex,” I ramble. “Not that we haven’t done that, yet, but when my…”
What the fuck is wrong with me right now? God, it’s not like she hasn’t already touched me.
