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As crazy as it sounded, I knew what Sam needed to do.

When everything had happened with Kurt, there was so much pent-up frustration born out of helplessness and the only outlet had been painting.

Sometimes that wasn't enough, and I'd fill the bathtub up, slip under the water and scream.

That frustration had grown to horrific levels, once Kurt started to slip away, into what was nothing more than a husk of a living person.

Sam had felt that tonight.

Life was there one second, gone the next. Like a train running off the tracks.

He hadn't been able to do anything to stop it. He bore that same frustration, that same helplessness I felt with Kurt, and I understood that need...that almost instinctual drive, to remind yourself that you're still alive.

Sam kissed me again, and if I thought he'd turned my senses inside out before, I'd been wrong. This kiss left me weak in the knees and wanting, on a level that was almost painful.

His hands slid into my hair, deftly undoing the bun and my hair fell, as he dragged his fingers over my scalp.

He tilted his head, taking the kiss deeper, as he dragged his hands down, over my arms and to my waist. I gasped into his mouth.

A deep sound rumbled out of him, as he lifted me up.

My legs curled against his waist instinctively, like they'd been itching to do, since forever.

Whispering his name, I looped my arms around his neck.

"I've got to get you to a bed," he said, and he started walking. "Or I'm going to take you right here on the floor."

I shivered, probably more excited by that prospect, than I should have been.

I pressed a kiss to one corner of his lips and then against his jaw, as he walked us back to my bedroom.

My fingers slipped over the soft brush of his hair and then to the taut muscles of his upper back. There was so much power in him.

Stopping long enough to flip the bedroom light on, he sat me down, so that I was on my knees on the bed.

Heat flowed into every cell, as he stepped back, tugging his shirt out of the tactical pants.

I was almost panting, as he lifted his shirt over his head, and dropped it onto the floor.

God, he was beautiful, every square inch of him. From the way his muscles tightened along his stomach, to the way his biceps flexed, as he undid the belt.

So I told him, as I settled on my haunches.

"You're beautiful."

A half grin appeared.

"Beautiful?" he asked.

"Yes. You're beautiful."

Leaving his belt, he clasped my cheeks and tilted my head back. When he kissed me this time, it was soft and sweet, like a benediction of sorts.

It worked me up just as quickly and fiercely, as his harder kisses did.

He straightened once more and proceeded with his personal strip show, which I wished I had hundred-dollar bills for. I'd be waving those suckers like a crazy person.

Grinning, Sam undid the button and then the zipper on his pants.

He paused long enough, to toe off his boots and his socks, then off went his pants and boxers.

He was...wow! I couldn't even think, as I drank him in.

"Up." He wiggled his fingers.

I rose up onto my knees and his eyes met mine, as he reached for my shirt and tugged it off.

The only thing left on me, was a pair of boy-short undies. If I had been smart, I would've definitely grabbed something sexier. Like the lacy black thong I had.

But oh no, I was wearing pinstriped boy shorts.

It didn't seem to matter, I quickly realized, because, Sam's hot gaze tracked over me.

"Now this...this is beautiful, Mercedes." He reached between us, smoothing his thumb over the puckered tip of my breast. "Not me. You. All you."

My back arched, and I reached for him, where he was swollen and hard, but he caught my wrists, shaking his head.

"I want to touch every part of you, with my hands and my mouth."

He dropped my wrists and ran his fingers across my breasts, lingering on the aching tips.

"Especially these. And I want to taste you," he said.

Pulse pounding, I wet my lips, as Sam gently pushed me backwards, guiding me onto my back.

He lowered his hands, dragging them down my stomach.

"I especially want to taste you here." He cupped me with one hand between my thighs, and my back came straight off the bed. "Yes. This. I really want to taste this."

He knew what he was doing, when he rubbed me through the thin cotton.

"But I can't wait," he ended.

"Don't wait," I said and lifted my hips.

His eyes flared with heat and then he pulled my undies off.

And here we were, both of us in the buff. We've been to this point before, but we didn't make it far.

My stomach dipped.

I needed to tell him about that night, but how could I do that right now, after what he'd dealt with tonight? After he said he needed me right now?

Wrong or right, there was no way I wasn't going to be here for him.

Sam placed a knee on the bed and came over me in a way, that reminded me of a great panther stalking its prey.

His arms flexed, as he lowered his mouth to mine. And I reached up to touch his face, but halted.

"Touch me," he ordered softly. "I like it when you touch me."

"My fingers are covered with paint," I said between kisses. "I'm sorry."

He caught my hand, threading his fingers through mine, as he captured my mouth in another deep, scorching kiss.

"Don't apologize. It's you and it's sexy as hell."

I had no idea how my heart kept beating, as he then brought the hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss against the center of my palm.

God, he had me in that moment, he truly had me.

Lifting his mouth to mine once again, Sam's tongue delved against mine.

Red-hot pleasure whipped through me, as he slipped his hands under my arms and lifted me up, placing me, so I was laying in the center of the bed...never once breaking contact between our mouths.

The strength in him, was mind blowing, actually electrifying.

His body settled over mine, and I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my hip.

His kisses ran deeper and more urgent, and as he lifted his head, he nipped at my lip.

His voice was thick with need when he spoke. "

Do you have a condom?"

"Yes."

I nodded, as I ran my hands over his shoulders and upper arms. His skin was fantastic, smooth like satin, stretched over steel.

I imagined that was how the bronze statue of Andrew Jackson felt. Absolutely flawless.

"There should be some in the top drawer of the nightstand."

The moment that came out of my mouth, I worried what he'd think, since it was obvious, that I had a stash of condoms.

"I can get..." I started.

"No. I'll get it."

He kissed the tip of my nose and then my forehead. It was such a sweet thing to do. He didn't care at all. He didn't even stop to wonder why.

The man was perfect. Really perfect.

As Sam planted a hand onto the bed, next to my head and lifted up, his muscles did all kinds of amazing things.

He stretched over me and to the side, and I was fascinated with how the muscles along his sides moved.

I barely heard the drawer open, over the pounding of my heart. Never before had I been so aroused.

"Thank God you're prepared."

His rough voice sent a wave of light shivers over me, as he reached into the drawer.

"Because I'm not...oh fuck, yeah!"

My brows pinched.

"Are you that excited over a condom?"

"No. Hell no." He stretched further and shifted, raising his hand and my gaze fell to what he held. "I'm excited about this."

"Holy shit!" I muttered.

In his hand was my trusty and often handy vibrator.

How in the hell did I forget my vibrator was in the same drawer?

Face burning, I stared at what had been my boyfriend for a while. And it was one of those really nice ones. A Rabbit. And it was pink...hot pink.

"I need a bridge to jump off of. Now. Right now," I groaned. I was completely mortified.

One side of Sam's lips curved up.

"No. I love this. I love the idea of you using this." That grin turned into pure wickedness. "And we are so going to use this."

My eyes widened, as parts of my body got all kinds of excited about that.

"Now?" I squeaked.

"You'd like that, huh?" He dipped his head, kissing me quickly. "Not tonight. I need to be in you, but we're so going to use this. That's a promise."

"I like that promise," I admitted.

He chuckled deeply.

"I bet you do."

No guy I'd ever dated, had shown any interest in using toys during sex. I didn't even know that a guy would be down for that.

Sam returned the vibrator, to where he'd found it and then rolled onto his side, condom in hand.

He paused, after ripping the foil off, his green eyes finding mine.

"Do you ever think of me when you use that?"

The truth burst out of me, as I rose onto my elbows.

"Yes."

"Fuck," he grunted.

My avid gaze watched him roll the condom on with a quickness, that was rather impressive.

Then, he placed his hand along my jaw, tilting my head back.

When he kissed me this time, it was slower, languid and sensual, as he guided me back down.

Part of me expected him to climb on and get to the point. I wouldn't complain if he did either, but that wasn't what he did, in spite of his words.

Sam trailed the tips of his fingers down my throat, over the tip of my breast, and his lips chased those fingers.

He blazed a path of hot kisses and nips, that had my nails digging into his shoulders.

When he reached my breasts, he lingered and he suckled and nipped, licking to soothe the erotic mix of pleasure and a decadent bite of pain.

And as he moved to the other breast, his hand drifted over my stomach and between my legs.

I spread them, giving him access to what we both wanted.

My breasts were heavy and aching, as he eased a finger inside me, wringing out a keening whimper.

"Oh yeah, you're so ready," he said.

He rose up again, dipping his chin, so he looked down the length of our bodies.

Molten lava swept through my veins, as he watched what he was doing to me.

The combination of the physical touch and the sight of him, almost sent me over the edge. I couldn't think, as he teased me with his touch.

"God, I love the way you feel." He slipped another finger inside, and my hips jerked in response. "I bet you could come just like this."

I gripped his wrist, not stopping him, but to hold on.

The feel of his tendons moving against my palm drove me crazy.

He was so right. I could feel the tension coiling low in my stomach. I don't know what it was about him, that made it so easy for him to work my body.

It was like he had a secret map, that gave him every step necessary.

It had never been like this before.

A lot of times, I'd never even get this aroused, by the time everything was over and done with.

My gaze flicked up to him, and for a second I couldn't breathe.

He was still fixed on watching what he was doing, and yeah, that alone was hot, but I knew he didn't see the moment, where I think my heart might have imploded.

I wanted him on a physical level. Heck, I'd wanted him, for as long as I could remember.

I was physically attracted to him, but it was more than that. It ran a hell of a lot deeper than that, and what San had said, about how I felt about him, might not have been too far from the truth.

Pressure clamped down on my chest as I stared at Sam.

I'd be lying, if I said this didn't go beyond lust. I'd be lying, if I said the history between us didn't matter. It did...to me, at least.

Sam could break my heart.

But then, he did something with his thumb, that blew all thoughts out of my head.

My back arched and my hips rose, pushing against his hand.

He chuckled, as he eased his hand away from me.

"I've got to get inside of you."

He rolled on top of me, the tips of my breasts sensitive, as they brushed against his hard chest.

Every part of me was heightened. Each brush of his fingers, I felt throughout my entire body.

I tucked my legs against his hips and I felt him between my thighs. This was finally happening. Part of me couldn't believe it and half expected him to fall asleep.

Staring down at me, with eyes so green, they didn't seem real in that moment, Sam curved his right hand around my hip.

I shivered, as our gazes held and I looped one arm around his neck.

Without breaking eye contact, his hips thrust forward, and a small cry escaped me.

There was a quick bite, a feeling of pressure that wasn't toot painful, but told me, no matter how good that vibrator was, it had nothing on this man.

"Damn." Sam rocked his hips as I hooked my ankles, delighting in the groan that shook his entire body.

He was still for a moment, both of our chests rising and falling rapidly. He was seated deep, and I could feel him in every breath I took.

Then, with his gaze locked with mine, he slowly pulled almost all the way out and then he slid back in, dragging the motion out.

I clenched his arm, as he shifted his weight to it. He cupped my breast, his thumb circling the sensitive bud.

I was lost in his eyes, lost in the way his body was making me feel.

His body trembled with restraint.

"You have no idea, how badly I just want to fuck you," he said, giving a little shake of his head.

Which was what he had warned he wanted to do, but he was holding back.

I stretched up, kissing him. His lips parted, and my tongue spiked against his.

"It's okay," I whispered, my lips brushing his as I spoke.

His forehead rested against mine, as he pumped his hips slowly.

"Mercedes..."

"Fuck me," I told him softly. And those two words burned my body, in many different ways.

Sam groaned, as his hips reared up and then slammed back down.

His mouth found mine, as whatever control he had, completely snapped.

He moved furiously inside me, the rhythm almost impossible to keep up with.

He reached up, capturing my hand. Like before he brought it to his lips and then threaded his fingers through mine.

He pressed our joined hands to the mattress, as he ground his hips against mine.

Acute pleasure pounded through me.

I kicked my head back, squeezing his hand, as the tension coiled tighter and tighter.

Unbelievably, his pace picked up further and the headboard smacked against the wall. That and the sounds of our bodies drove me over the edge.

I came with a sharp cry, that echoed throughout the room, my body shuddering around his.

The release kicked the air out of my lungs, as the pleasure came in waves, tossing me up, until I thought I'd float right through the ceiling, or that my bones would turn to mush.

For a wondrous moment, I knew how I could capture this...this feeling on canvas. It would be a sky shaded in violets, deep blues and greens for the backdrop...greens that matched his eyes.

Sam dropped his head into the space between my neck and shoulder, as he let go of my hands.

Sliding his arms under my lower back, he lifted my hips off the bed and moved feverishly inside me.

His breath was warm and came out in puffs against my ear, whilst he drove in, as deep as he could go.

Just as I started to inch away from his hard thrusts, he grunted out my name, his body spasming, his embrace tightening, until there wasn't any space between us.

Running my fingers through the soft ends of his hair, I held him as that storm passed, as my pounding heart slowed.

Many moments passed, before he rolled onto his side, keeping his arm around me.

"Sorry," he murmured thickly. "I was probably crushing you."

My cheek was plastered against his chest.

"I didn't mind."

His other hand found the way, into the dense mess of my hair and cradled the back of my head.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not really. Quite the opposite," I murmured. "It was..."

"Fucking perfect?"

My giggle was muffled.

"Yes, it was fucking perfect."

He tipped my head back, and I blinked my eyes open. He was grinning down at me, in a way that twisted my insides into delicious, little knots.

Dipping his head, he kissed me softly.

"Let me take care of this, okay?" he said.

I bit down on my lip, as he swung his long legs off the side of the bed and stood, to dispose of the condom.

And then, I was treated to a great view, of a perfect male backside.

Sam disappeared into the hall, and I all but sprawled across the bed.

A cool breeze drifted over my bare legs. It must've been coming from the closet, but I was too exhausted to reach down and pull the blankets up, or shut the door.

Closing my eyes, I let out a sated sigh.

My muscles were absolutely useless and there were parts of my body, that were slightly sore, but it did nothing to detract from the wonderful happy buzz, that was trilling through me.

"Beautiful," Sam murmured, returning to the bed.

Placing his hands on either side of me, he nuzzled the stretch of my neck not covered with my hair.

"Is there any way I can convince you to sleep like this every night?" he asked.

Another silly giggle wiggled its way out of me, as I peeled one eye open.

"Maybe."

"If I ask nicely?"

"Sounds about right."

He tugged the comforter out from under my lax body and then the bed dipped under his weight.

A huge part of me expected him to make a quick exit at this point. I guessed, because, I wasn't sure what we were doing or what he thought we were doing.

So I was surprised, when he pulled the cover up over us and then rearranged me, so my back was pressed against his chest.

This is...good, and to be honest, I thought it had to mean something more, than just hooking up, or needing to work out his frustrations.

Sleepy, I looked over my shoulder at Sam. He'd turned the light off upon his return, but I could make out the sharp slope of his cheekbone.

"Are you doing okay?" I asked.

He didn't respond for a moment and when he did, he proved that he got what I was asking.

"A lot better. Sorry to come into your house like that. It's just...seeing lives end for no real reason and not being able to do anything to change it, doesn't get easier."

"You don't need to apologize." I wiggled around so I was facing him. His eyes were open and there was a soft smile on his face. "I'm glad that I could be here for you."

"Me, too."

"I know it has to be hard." Before I could think about what I was doing, I placed a quick kiss against his lips. "I wish it was different."

The arm around my waist tightened.

"Me, too," he replied.

He kissed my forehead and a moment passed, before my eyes fell shut once again.

"Make you a deal? If you let me borrow some eggs in the morning, I'll make you a kick-ass omelet, you'll be wanting me to make every morning," Sam said.

I grinned as I snuggled close.

"Then, it's a deal."

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