When Sam woke up the next morning, he found Jules still snuggled up close to him. She was as warm as if she'd just been baked at 350 degrees for thirty minutes and he loved the feel of her long hair against his bare chest. He looked down at the demure expression on her beautiful face. He leaned down slowly and kissed her forehead gently.
Jules smiled in her sleep and stirred slightly, sliding her arm up his chest and driving him crazy. He groaned quietly and her eyelids fluttered open gracefully.
"Hey, sweetheart," Sam whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"It's okay. I'm glad you did. Did you sleep okay after…"
"Yeah, I did. No more nightmares." Sam smiled at her and she leaned in close and pressed her lips against his. Gradually, his arm tightened around her good side and she gently rolled herself over on top of him and ran her fingers through his bed-mussed blonde hair.
Sam began to trail kisses down her throat and across her collar bone and she shivered in response, sighing with pleasure at the same time. "This is a great way to wake up," she breathed.
Sam laughed quietly and slid his other hand underneath her tank top and pressed her closer against him. "Just tell me if I hurt yo—"
Jules cut off his words by pressing her mouth against his and parting his lips slightly with her own. A low growl rose deep in Sam's throat and he had to resist the urge to get passionately rough with her.
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