Page 45 of Dr. Roz Harrington
Roz’s lips twitched into a small, teasing smirk. “Good morning.”
Sam stretched languidly under the covers, a low groan escaping her throat as her body moved against the sheets. Roz’s eyes dipped, unable to stop herself from noticing the way the fabric clung to her, revealing hints of the toned frame she’d grown to know so well.
“I think,” Sam said, her voice still husky, “that I should get in closer to you.”
Roz arched a brow, feigning nonchalance even as her pulse quickened. “You’re already taking up half the bed, Sam.”
Sam grinned mischievously. “Yeah, but I think there’s room for me to steal your side too.”
Roz shook her head, rolling onto her back as she tugged the sheets tighter around her. “I’m not giving up my warmth. You’ll have to fight me for it.”
Sam propped herself up, smirking as she leaned over Roz, pinning her under that steady, knowing gaze. “I don’t think you’ll put up much of a fight.”
Roz swallowed hard, her breath hitching as Sam’s hand slid under the edge of the blanket. It wasn’t fair how easily Sam disarmed her, how effortlessly she seemed to slip past Roz’s defenses she’d spent years building.
“I’ve missed you,” Sam whispered, her voice softer now as her fingertips traced a slow path up Roz’s arm. “I dreamed about you all night.”
Roz’s throat tightened, the words hitting her somewhere deep. She fought the urge to deflect, to hide behind her usual wit, but Sam’s touch, gentle and grounding, left her with no place to run. “You did?” she murmured.
Sam nodded, her hand now gliding along Roz’s collarbone, brushing the thin strap of her tank top aside. “Yeah. Did you dream about me?”
Roz’s lips parted, and for a moment, the vulnerability almost swallowed her whole. But then she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I did.”
Sam’s smile softened, and Roz’s heart stuttered as those steady blue eyes locked onto hers. “Tell me what you dreamed about,” Sam pressed gently.
Roz hesitated, her chest rising and falling unevenly. Her fingers twitched where they rested against the sheets, her resolve faltering. “You…kissing me.”
Sam’s brows lifted slightly, but the hint of surprise melted into something warmer, something deeper. “Oh?” she said, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I kissed you all up this morning.”
Roz blushed faintly. Sam grinned at the reaction, clearly pleased, and leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above Roz’s. “Do you want more?”
Roz nodded without hesitation this time. “Yes.”
Sam didn’t make her wait. Her lips met Roz’s in a kiss that was soft at first, gentle, unhurried, but it wasn’t long before it deepened, growing heavier with the heat that always simmered between them. Roz let out a soft sigh against Sam’s mouth, her hands reaching up to pull Sam closer, her fingers tangling in the fabric of Sam’s shirt.
Roz’s body trembled as Sam shifted, pressing her weight more fully against her. “You’re warm,” Sam whispered againstRoz’s lips, a teasing edge to her voice as she nudged Roz’s tank strap down further.
“Then don’t let the cold in,” Roz shot back, but her voice wavered as Sam’s lips moved along her jaw, trailing down to her throat. The kisses were slow, deliberate, like Sam was savoring every inch of her.
Roz’s breath grew shakier when Sam’s hand dipped beneath the covers, tracing the bare skin of her side. “Roz,” Sam murmured, her tone softer now, almost reverent. “You’re shaking.”
Roz swallowed hard, her voice catching as she replied, “You… You do that to me.”
Sam stilled for a beat, her gaze lifting to meet Roz’s. The weight of the moment lingered between them—vulnerable, raw, real. And Roz knew there was no hiding from it, not here, not with Sam.
Sam smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Roz’s face. “Good. Because you do the same to me.”
Before Roz could respond, Sam’s mouth found hers again, and any remaining barriers Roz had clung to crumbled. Sam’s hand slid further down, tracing the dip of her waist, her touch gentle but commanding. Roz tilted her head back against the pillow, gasping softly as Sam’s lips followed, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower.
“Sam…” Roz whispered, her voice breaking as she clung to the sheets.
Sam glanced up, her blue eyes smoldering but full of tenderness. “I’ve got you,” she murmured. “Just let me take care of you this time.”
Part of Roz wanted to run and flip it around on Sam and be in control, but another part, a deeper part, wanted to let Sam take the reins. She breathed into the trust she had for Sam as shefelt Sam’s fingers push aside the comforter, exposing Roz’s bare body.
Roz parted her legs to let Sam fit between them, and she closed her eyes as she felt Sam’s lips travel lower. When Roz felt the first lick across her clit, she almost lost all control from the sensation, but instead moaned through it. Her legs felt weak, and she knew her knees would buckle if she were standing. Sam flicked Roz’s nub with her tongue then sucked on it, and Roz squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the zing of pleasure coursing through her body. Every nerve ending lit up like a Christmas tree, and when Sam pushed two fingers into her slick core, she let out a sharp cry.
“Right there, like that. Yes, yes, yes,” Roz said, her voice getting louder with each syllable. She was barely able to catch her breath as Sam flicked her fingers inside her, curling up and hitting her most tender spots. Sam kept sucking on Roz’s clit and swirling her tongue around it, and with her other hand, she reached up to grope Roz’s breast. Roz let out a sharp hiss, and Sam squeezed her breast in return.
