Page 59 of Samuel

Her mouth slammed down onto his, a haze of need pushing her to the brink of not caring about the fact that anyone could walk in on them right now.

Sam released his hold on her hips, the loss of his touch dousing her like she’d jumped in the arctic ocean.

“Don’t pout, Evie. I’m coming right back.”

She watched as he raced around the barn, locking the doors before sliding back in between her legs.

“We could just go up to my apartment,” she laughed.

“I have to have you, Bluebell. Right here. Now.”

“Are you still feeling needy, Bluebell? If I slip my fingers into these shorts, will I find you wet for me?”

“Yes,” she panted.

He slid his fingers into the band of her shorts, not missing the way she groaned or the way her face turned a shade of apple red.

“What?”

“Why did I have to be wearingmaternityshorts right now?”

“Because you’re pregnant?”

“It’s not sexy.”

“Bluebell. No, don’t hide from me.” He framed her face with both his hands.

“No, oh, god. I’m wearing granny panties today!”

Sam laughed. “You’re in luck then, because I find granny panties to be incredibly sexy.”

Evie rolled her eyes.

“None of that. Are you wearing them?”

“Yes. I just told you I was!”

“Then they are sexy. Because you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. The fact that you are pregnant doesn’t take away from that.” She was clearly about to argue, so Sam did the only thing he could think of to quiet her. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers for a quick kiss.

“Are you ready to listen to me?” She nodded, her lips parting slightly as her eyes dropped to his mouth. “I’m being honest right now. Your body is incredible, Bluebell. Jellybean bump and all.”

He let go of her face, his hands falling to cage in her hips. Sam pressed a kiss on the underside of her jaw before dropping down to kiss her breast. “Lush.” Another kiss to the opposite breast. “Soft.” Another kiss, lower now, right on top of her belly. “So fucking feminine.”

“Sam…”

“Can I please, please start enjoying my picnic? You should know it’s dangerous to stop a hungry cowboy from eating his supper.”

Her hand pushed against the top of his head.

“That’s it, baby.” He smiled as he helped her shimmy off the shorts and panties he found so fucking sexy. “Get ready to take what you need from me.”

His fingers traced down her body until they landed between her legs. Sam rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit. “Christ, Bluebell. You’re this fucking wet for me already?”

“Oh god, Sam.” Evie turned her face towards the wall and smiled.

“Does my girl like dirty talk?” he teased, letting his fingers circle and tease her as her hips wiggled back and forth under his touch.

Sam moved his hand down to her thigh, spreading her legs further apart. “Fuck, Evie. This is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. It’s a good thing I’m hungry, because I’m about to feast.”

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