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SAM

Stepping into Mercedes' room, I held her gaze.

"Tell me it meant nothing to you, and I'll pretend like nothing happened. Just say the word, Andy. We can forget it ever happened, but if it did...if it meant anything...then, there is no way in this fucking world, I'm going to act like nothing happened."

Her chest rose sharply, as she lifted her hands, tucking her hair back behind her ears.

"Sam...I...it..." Her eyes closed briefly. "It did mean something to me, but..."

"There doesn't need to be a 'but' right now," I cut in, feeling like I'd just won the damn lottery. How desperate was that? "Okay? We don't have to..."

"Think passed now?" she whispered so quietly, I almost didn't hear her. Her lashes lifted. "I can't think passed now."

I honestly didn't know what she meant by that, but then she reached down, wrapping her fingers under the hem of her loose T-shirt.

And my fucking heart stopped, as she lifted the shirt over her head. Then, the material dangled from her fingers and slipped to the floor.

She wore a white bra, with delicate lace, that framed the cups and a tiny bow in the middle. I've seen her in a bathing suit before, so it should've been no big surprise to see her like this now, but it was different. More intimate. And it meant more.

I closed the door behind me, breathing heavily, as if I'd just run two miles.

Unable to pull my gaze from her, I thought, I'd probably see nothing more beautiful than right here, right now...seeing her standing there like she was.

As much as it killed me, I had to tell her, that coming to her tonight, wasn't about getting between her legs.

"Mercedes, I didn't..."

"Don't." Her chest rose with another deep breath, straining the cups. "I don't think we need to talk."

"I think we do." My voice had deepened, turned rougher.

Shaking her head, she walked up to me, each step slow and purposeful. And I was rooted where I stood.

She stopped when her feet brushed mine.

"I don't remember kissing you before." Her eyes met mine, as she tilted her head back. "And you didn't kiss me earlier."

"I didn't." I barely recognized my own voice.

She placed her hands on my chest and I felt the fine tremor coursing through them.

"I want to remember kissing you."

'Damn!'

"I want you to remember that too," I said.

She leaned in, her breasts pressing against my chest.

"Will you kiss me now?" she asked.

Oh man, I really had no intentions of any of this, when I came up here. I just wanted to talk to her. To clear the air and put it out there...where I stood, when it came to us.

But I wasn't a saint.

On a good day, I didn't have much willpower, and right now, my restraint snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight.

One hand landed on her hip, and I curled the other around the nape of her neck, tilting her head back further.

I lowered my mouth to hers, and this time...yeah, this was a real kiss.

Her mouth was soft under mine. She slipped one hand up to my shoulder, her fingers curling into my shirt, as I ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth.

And when her lips parted, I delved in and there was no lingering taste of liquor on that mouth. Hell no! It was a hundred percent Mercedes and she tasted sweet.

Fuck! Her hot mouth was consuming me.

The way she flattened her body against mine, was driving me to the edge.

And the feel of her warm, bare skin under my hand, as I trailed my fingers up the side of her waist, was undoing me.

Stretching up on the tips of her toes, she lined up our hips and when she rolled hers against mine, I groaned into the kiss.

Like a haze had clouded my thoughts, I was brimming with the need to bring her to pleasure again, to hear those soft cries in my ears and to feel her body break, in such a beautiful way, once more.

I walked her backwards, right up to the bed, and then I guided her down.

Face flushed, she stared up at me, her chest rising and falling heavily, as she watched me.

Reaching around the neck of my shirt, I tugged it over my head and then tossed it behind me.

Mercedes' gaze dipped, and I stood, letting her look her fill. And I liked it...I loved the way she looked at me, like she could possibly get off just by staring at me.

That was one hell of a boost to the ego right there.

I went to her, planting my knees on either side of her hips and then I slipped my hands along her waist.

Lifting her up, I moved her, so her legs didn't dangle off the edge. And then, I swallowed her surprised gasp with a kiss, as I settled onto my side next to her.

Cupping her cheek with my hand, I turned her face towards me, dragging out the kiss, until we both needed to come up for air.

"Damn, Mercedes, I could live on the taste of your mouth."

"You're so full of it," she whispered, lifting her mouth to mine.

Tightening my grip on her chin, I pulled her mouth from mine.

"I'm not full of it." I smoothed my thumb along her bottom lip. "And I'm going to prove it."

She swallowed.

"Then do it," she challenged.

One side of my lips kicked up.

"Listen to you, all bossy and shit."

"You're not proving anything when you're talking," she said.

A chuckle rumbled out from me.

"Oh, you are so fucking in for it."

Before she could respond, I claimed her mouth once more, harder and rougher than before, and there was no mistaking that I was claiming her.

Our lips mashed together, and our teeth clinked. I would've worried, if it wasn't for the way her hand curved around my neck, pulling me down harder.

My pulse pounded throughout me, as I slid my hand away from her chin, down the delicate arch of her throat and between her breasts.

My hand kept going, until I reached the waistband of her jeans and flicked the button free.

Then, I reached up, dragging the strap of her bra down on one arm and then the other.

As my tongue swirled along hers, I grabbed the center of her bra and yanked it down. She made this lovely little sound, that I ate right up.

I was on fire, as I lifted my head, breaking the kiss.

Then my gaze dropped. Fuck!

Every possible time, I'd imagined what her breasts looked like bare, did not even compare to the real thing...not even the brief glimpse I got in the pool.

Her breasts were heavy and perfect...soft and the tips hard.

I took that as my cue and ran my thumb over one nipple, then wanting to shout, when her back arched and a soft whimper parted her lips.

"You're beautiful, so fucking beautiful," I told her, as I flicked that tight little nub. And my body tightened, as she made that sound again.

I lowered my mouth, circling the peak with my tongue, wanting to pummel my chest with my fists, when she cried out and clenched the back of my neck, holding me to her breasts.

I suckled her deep and hard, reveling in all the delighted moans and gasps coming from her.

I was in heaven, as I moved my mouth to her other breast and felt the weight of the other in my hand, but I wanted to use my fingers for so much more.

Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around her wrist and brought her hand down, to her breast. I watched her eyes darken, as I closed her fingers over it.

"Sam," she whispered, her cheeks heightened, with a deep dark red color.

I wet my lips.

"Look at you." I closed my hand over hers, using her hand to knead her own breast. "I will never forget the way you look right now."

She was breathing heavily, as I moved her fingers, using them to toy with the tip.

"What...what are you doing?" she asked.

"Living out a fantasy." I watched the tip of her breast harden further and then I bent my head, flicking my tongue over it.

"Don't stop doing this. Promise."

"I..."

My gaze flipped to hers.

"Promise me."

Her body trembled.

"Promise."

I brought my mouth back to Mercedes', rumbling with approval, when she kept her hand on her breast.

Her touch was hesitant at first, but she didn't stop, as I slid my hand down her soft belly and then under the band of her jeans.

It took mere seconds to slip under her panties, and when I felt the first brush of wetness gathering between her thighs, I almost fucking lost it.

"Don't stop touching yourself," I ordered, a second before I slipped a finger through her softness. "God damn, don't stop."

Her breathing hitched.

"I won't if...if you don't," she said.

"Nothing in this world could make me stop."

And that was the damn truth. Nothing. Not a damn thing.

I shifted my hand, so my palm pressed down on that area that I knew drove her crazy.

I feasted on her lips and tongue like a man starved, and I worked her with my fingers.

She was so tight and wet and perfect, there was a good chance, I was going to spill, without even getting my pants off.

At this point, I don't even think I'd care if I did.

When I eased another finger into her, the movements at her breast picked up, and I lifted up, looking down.

"Holy shit!" I grunted. This was a dream. Had to be.

My fingers pumped in and out of Mercedes, and I felt her start to shake. I wanted to swallow her cry when she came, so I moved my mouth over hers, as her hips rose, matching the thrust of my fingers.

The rise and fall became frenzied, as she tightened around my fingers and the first spasm I felt, had me grinding against her thigh.

Her hips were coming clear off the bed as her body shook more. And I shoved a leg between hers, my hips riding her, mimicking her movements.

I was so lost...lost in her.

When Mercedes came, her back arched and her hips stilled, as her inner muscles clenched my fingers.

I caught her cries with my mouth covering hers, but I felt them in every cell.

I eased her down, slowing my fingers, as she fell back to the bed, her hand falling away from her breast and lying limply on the bed beside her thigh.

Easing my fingers out of her, I kissed her gently...tenderly. Yeah, this was a tender kiss. A slow sweep of my lips against hers, despite the fact, my blood was boiling and I was so hard, it actually hurt.

But as I rose and stared down at her flushed face, I soaked in her parted lips and those thick lashes that fanned her I knew in that moment, that I could never get enough of her.

I knew, that no matter how crazy it sounded, there was no girl like her.

And as barbaric as it sounded, it was still true...Mercedes is mine.

MERCEDES

I came back to my senses slowly, my muscles weak and my skin buzzing.

The peace, the calmness, that invaded every cell, was better than any drink or pharmaceutical could ever provide.

Sam kissed the corner of my mouth and then he trailed a stream of tiny, hot kisses down my throat, and across my shoulder.

If I wasn't careful, I could get addicted to this.

Blinking my eyes open, I looked down at me...at us...and lost whatever air was in my lungs.

Beyond him, I could see the tip of one of my breasts, the slope of my belly, and my eyes then tracked his arm...his hand.

He was now just sliding it out from between my legs. I swallowed hard. Good Lord, the image of us was branded forever in my mind.

Caressing my stomach and waist, he shifted, and I could see quite plainly that he was aroused...very aroused.

I felt it earlier in the pool, and when he was pressed against me just now. He was thick and hard, and this was the second time he'd brought me to the greatest heights of pleasure, without really seeking his own.

I hadn't been able to think passed the fact, he'd been in my room and he'd been saying those things.

When he looked at me like that, when he touched me like that, I didn't feel like I was barely holding onto everything by the tips of my fingers. I felt confident, sophisticated, worldly and beautiful. I felt happy and in control, and most of all, I felt normal.

But part of me knew this was so dumb and dangerous.

Just because he'd said what happened between us meant something to him, didn't mean that once he discovered more about me, that he'd hang around.

I knew he wouldn't. And I didn't expect him to, not after he'd peeled back a few more layers.

My head was messed up sometimes, and the last thing anyone needed, was to get tangled up in that crap.

However, all that common sense was absent, as I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him onto his back beside me.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked in that deep, sexy voice.

"Returning the favor."

I sat up and swung one leg over his.

His hands settled lightly on my hips.

"You don't need to."

Glancing down at the hard line clearly visible through his nylon pants, I lifted a brow.

"I think I do." I bit down on my lip, as I straddled his legs. "Unless you don't want me to."

"Babe, I want to do whatever the fuck you want to do," he said, eyes heavily hooded. "And trust me, I want you to do whatever it is you're planning, but I just want you to understand, you don't have to."

Oh dear, I felt the back of my throat burn, as I ducked my chin.

"I don't expect that from you," he said.

I kept my gaze lowered, as I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat.

I couldn't think of the last time it wasn't expected from me, after a couple of drinks and a few nice words.

Hell, I couldn't remember the last time, someone had gotten me off before today, especially as easily as he had.

"I want to do it." My voice was light.

He made a deep sound that made my blood hum.

"Then you have me."

'If only.'

I started to fix my bra, but Sam caught my hand.

"I like you like this," he said, his eyes like a raging green fire. "I'll never forget you looking like this."

I sucked in a shaky breath.

"Who knew you could say all the right words?"

"I know, right?" He chuckled. "Usually I'm saying all the wrong ones."

That could be said for the both of us, but I was beyond talking.

We were a disaster in the making, but as I slid down his body, I couldn't stop myself. Neither of us could stop. I'd deal with it later.

I was good, if not great, at pushing things away to deal with later.

Sam's pecs were hard and smooth under my mouth. I tasted his skin, reveling in the salty mixture, as I kissed my way down his tight abs, closing my eyes, as I forged a wet path, down to the tight fit of his pants.

His body was a work of art...hard and like silk stretched over steel. I could worship him all day long.

I tugged gently on his pants and he lifted his hips.

"Look at me," he said. "Being all helpful."

"So surprised," I murmured, giggling.

The laugh died off though, when I got my first real glimpse of him. His pants were down to his thighs and he was exposed in all his glory, and boy, was it a lot of glory.

Every part of him matched up in size, and he was huge.

I trailed my finger down the center of him, grinning, when his entire body jerked at the touch.

"You like that?" I asked.

"That would be a 'hell yeah!'"

Smiling, I wrapped my hand around the base of him and he throbbed against my palm.

I knew what to do. I've done this before, many times, when I didn't want to go...well, those times didn't matter, because, I wanted this. I wanted to do this.

I moved my hand in a slow pace, watching him through my lashes.

His eyes were almost completely shut, his jaw locked down tight, as his hips followed my rhythm.

It was so natural, and I wasn't really thinking about anything, when I scooted down further and lowered my head.

The tips of my breasts brushed his legs, as I circled my tongue over the head and Sam all but growled out,

"Yes."

'Yes. Yes.'

That word cycled in my head over and over. I closed my mouth over him and took him in, running my tongue as I went as far as I could go.

"Fuck! Your mouth..." he groaned. "...God. Damn. I'm not going to last."

I would've laughed, but I was so caught in the act of pleasing him.

Normally this seemed like such a chore, but with Sam, it felt sensual and promising...mutual. Give and take. Sexy and beautiful.

His hand tangled in my hair, but he didn't hold me to him, and that was a nice change, right there.

He moved, thrusting his hips, but he held back, and he was right, he didn't last long.

"I'm about to come..." He tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let him. Closing my eyes, I took him deeper. "Mercedes..." he moaned, his hips rising off the comforter.

The feel of him coming apart, was something that I would never forget.

The musky, salty taste, the way he pulsed and how he held my neck so gently...all of it was as shattering, as the pleasure he had brought me.

As I slowed down and lifted my head, I saw that he was staring at me with wide eyes and in a way, I couldn't decipher.

I didn't move, as he sat up and gripped the sides of my face, and I sure as heck didn't breathe, when he hauled me against his chest and kissed me.

And it was no small kiss either. It was deep and scorching, lighting me up.

When we broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine and let out a short breath.

"Well, Andy, this, by far, has to be the best trip to a cabin ever."

A slow grin pulled at my lips and then spread into a full smile...a real smile, and before I knew it, I was laughing, and it felt like the first real laugh in a very long time.

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