A Fresh Start
Chapter Forty Five
Sam is walking her desk when Dr. Frost appears in her doorway. "Sam, do you have a moment?"
"Of course." Sam replies, putting her purse on the desk as she turns back around to face the door, standing behind Dr. Frost is Dr. Westbrook. "Hello, Dr. Westbrook." Sam says.
"Call me Jacob."
"Okay, Jacob." Sam says, turning her attention to Dr. Frost.
"Sam, I wanted to be the first to tell you that Dr. Westbrook has accepted our offer to come on board when you leave at the end of the week."
"Welcome aboard." Sam says, holding out her hand.
"Thank you." Jacob replies, taking Sam's hand and shaking it.
"I was hoping that you would take the time to show him around, get him familiar with your patients and procedures here at the hospital before you go." Dr. Frost says.
"I'd be happy to." Sam replies, nodding.
"Good, then I'll leave you two." He says, walking out of the office.
"Let me put this stuff away and we'll get started." Sam says, putting her purse in her desk and locking it up before walking around it. "I have a couple of patients I need to check on and then I'll show you around the floor."
"Okay." Jacob replies, following behind her and admiring the way she moves. "Dr. Frost tells me that you're moving to Springfield."
"Yes."
"Do you have family there?"
"In a manner of speaking." Sam replies, walking into a patient's room. "Good morning, Mr. Stevens." Sam says, picking up his chart and looking over the notes made in the chart overnight. "It looks like you're getting better; we might be able to send you home in a few days, if this keeps up." She says, smiling at the older gentleman as he smiles. "I want to introduce you to Dr. Westbrook, Mr. Stevens. He'll be taking my place next week." Sam says, as Jacob reaches to shake the older man's hand.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm moving to Springfield." Sam replies smiling.
"I hate to see you go. You're the best doctor I've had."
"Well, thank you Mr. Stevens, but it's time that I move on." Sam says, squeezing his hand. "Will Mrs. Stevens be by today?"
"I don't know, she's got bridge club this morning and you know how you ladies get when you get together."
"Yes Sir." Sam says smiling. "I'll be back later to check on you."
"Okay."
Sam and Jacob walk out of the room. "Why is he in here?" Jacob asks.
"They brought him in with chest pain. We did several tests and realized that he was having a heart attack. He was rushed into surgery for quadruple bypass." Sam says, as they walk down the hall to her next patient.
When they stop outside the door, she turns to Jacob. "I suggest that you don't say anything when we go in here. Ms. Parks doesn't really like men. In fact I'll probably turn her case over to Dr. Cassidy when I leave, just to save you the trouble." Sam says, before pushing the door open.
In the bed was a small woman, in her early forties, with stringy blonde hair and pale blue eyes. When Sam walks in with Jacob, she asks in cold tone. "What's he doing in here?"
"Ms. Parks, this is the new doctor that will be taking over after I leave this week. Don't worry I'll give your case to one of the female doctor's." Sam says, as she starts to say something.
They make a quick examination and then leave, and again Jacob asks. "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing really, but she's convinced there is. She was exposed to an unknown substance on an assignment in Turkey last year and ever since then is convinced that it's affecting her health."
"It sounds like she needs to be in the psych ward."
"She has an assigned psychiatrist to speak to but she refuses to." Sam says, walking up to the nurse's station. LaKeisha is there, looking over charts when they walk up.
"Morning, Sam." She says, looking up.
"Hey, LaKeisha." Sam says smiling at her friend. "Let me introduce one of the best nurse's we have. LaKeisha Martin, Dr. Jacob Westbrook." Sam says, again while he holds out his hand
"You're taking over when Sam leaves."
"Yes."
"You've got big shoes to fill."
"Keisha!" Sam says.
"Well, he does. You're the best doctor we got."
Jeffrey is walking down the hall when Jacob says, "I'm already seeing that." He says, looking at Sam with an expression that Jeffrey didn't like at all.
"Sam." He says quietly, walking up and putting his arms around her as he stares at the man standing beside him.
"Jeffrey!" She says, putting her arms around him and hugging him. "What are you doing here? You said you weren't coming until tomorrow morning." She says, taking a step back
"I missed you so I came in early."
"I'm glad you did." Sam says, taking his hand as she turns to Jacob. "Can you give us a minute?"
"Sure." He says, taking a step away from the counter. As Sam and Jeffrey walk by, the two men eye each other and Jeffrey pulls Sam a little closer to him.
Walking into one of the empty rooms, Sam pulls him to her and then kisses him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. After a few moments, she steps back and says, "I missed you too. Why didn't you tell me you were coming in today? I would have picked you up at the airport."
"I wanted to surprise you. Who's the guy?" Jeffrey asks, his tone a little cold.
"That's the new Doctor, Dr. Jacob Westbrook."
"He seems really friendly towards you."
"I guess." Sam says, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm showing him around, introducing him to my patients, things like that. I can't believe you're here. I missed you." She says, hugging him again.
"I missed you too. I had to see you, to hold you. It's hard sleeping in our bed without you being in it. I keep reaching for you."
"I know."
"Can you leave?" Jeffrey asks, putting his arms around her and leaning back to look down at her.
"No, not today. I've got to show him around, and get my office packed up and assign my patients to other doctors as well as make notes on all their charts, and discuss each of the patients he'll be taking over with Jacob. But if you want, I can give you the keys to my apartment…."
"I've got a better idea, why don't I stay here?"
"Here, at the hospital. What will you do all day?"
"I'll spend it with you, make sure you're not doing too much and I'll even offer to pack up your office." Jeffrey says when Sam starts to argue with him. "That way you don't have to worry about that."
"Okay, you know where it is?"
"Yes."
"Alright, let me finish showing Jacob around and then we'll be back to the office in a little while."
"Okay." Jeffrey says, not liking the idea that she'll spend a few more hours with him, but there is nothing he can do about it.
"I'm so glad you're here." Sam says, hugging him again.
"I am too." He says, kissing the top of her head.
"Alright, I'll see you in a little bit." She says, releasing him and taking his hand.
"Yes." He replies, following her out of the room.
LaKeisha and Jacob are still standing at the nurse's station, talking quietly when they walk up. Over the next couple hours, Jacob follows Sam from room to room, meeting different patients and getting briefed on their condition and history. Jeffrey went directly to Sam's office, trying not to think about them together and the desire he had seen on Dr. Westbrook's face when he had walked up to them.
Walking into her office, he quickly realized that packing her office was not going to be and easy job; she has twelve years of stuff accumulate on the shelves, in the drawers and cabinets surrounding the room. "I better get busy. She's going to expect me to have down something when she gets back here."
For the next couple hours, Jeffrey went through drawer after drawer, packing up different things that Sam had accumulated through out the years, the only drawers he didn't touch are her filing cabinets with patient records and the drawers in her desk. He was packing up a shelf full of books when Sam and Jacob walk in.
Sam is amazed at the progress he made in the last couple of hours. "Wow, you've done a lot." She says, looking around the room. "Thank you." She says, walking over to him and giving him a quick kiss.
"I've got the drawers packed up and most of the book shelves. I left your filing cabinets, and desk drawers for you to go through." Jeffrey says, looking at Dr. Westbrook.
"Thank you. We'll try to stay out of your way." Sam replies, walking over to her desk, followed by Dr. Westbrook.
"Okay." Jeffrey says, picking up a stack of books and putting them in the box beside him.
"Okay." Sam says, sitting down at her desks and turning her attention to Dr. Westbrook. "You've met my current patients and I've briefed you on those, so let's go over the previous patients. All of their files are in that file cabinet." Sam says, pointing to the cabinet to the left of were Jeffrey is standing.
"Okay."
"I keep files here going back two years, the rest are filed in the hospital's archive room, my assistant regularly goes through them and takes the ones that need to be removed out. I also have some files on my computer and I can email them to you. As I said, I'll make sure all files and information on Ms. Parks will be forward to Dr. Cassidy." Sam says, glancing up and noticing that Jeffrey is watching them, she smiles at him and then looks back down.
"What's in the other filing cabinet?" Jacob asks.
"Some of it is personal correspondence, which I'll take with me and the rest are different memos and things from the Director and Dr. Frost. I'll leave those for you to look over." Sam says, once again noticing that Jeffrey is watching them but this time she realizes that he's watching Jacob. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that." Sam says, returning to Jacob and their conversation.
"I asked if you mind showing me some of the old cases you had."
"Of course." Sam says, getting up and walking around the desk to the filing cabinet, opening one of the drawers she says. "Will you please quit staring at him?"
Jeffrey looks over at her, but doesn't have time to reply as she pulls a file out of the drawer and closes it before walking back to her desk. Laying the file folder on the desk she opens it up. They start to discuss the case. For several minutes, Jeffrey tries to ignore them, until they start to laugh. Turning as Jacob reaches out to pick the file folder up, his hand brushes hers. Putting the books down, Jeffrey walks over to the desk. "Will you excuse us?" He says to Jacob, taking Sam's hand and leading her out of office.
"What are you doing?" Sam asks when they reach the hall.
"You realize what he is doing?"
"What are you talking about, we were discussing…."
"He's using the case to stay close to you, you have to realize that. He wants you."
"Jeffrey, he's a colleague. We were discussing that case."
"Sam, I know you're not that dumb. He's into you."
"And so what if he is, which I doubt?"
"You had to see the way he looked at you when you were talking to Keisha."
"He looked at me because we were talking."
"He looked at you with desire written all over his face. He wants you." Jeffrey says, as Dr. Frost walks up to them.
"Sam, have you seen Dr. Westbrook?"
"Yes, he's in my office." Sam says, turning her attention to him.
"Is everything okay?" He asks, looking at Jeffrey.
"Yes, everything is fine. This is Jeffrey, Jeffrey, this is Dr. Frost."
"Yes, we've spoken." Dr. Frost says, remembering Jeffrey walking into his office unannounced the day he realized that Sam was Rebeca. "How do you do?" He says, holding out his hand.
"Fine, I'm sorry I barged in that day." Jeffrey says.
"It's fine. I'm going to get Dr. Westbrook and we're going to lunch Sam, would you like to come along?"
"No." Jeffrey says before Sam can reply as she glares at him before she replies. "No thank you Dr. Frost. I'm going to spend sometime with Jeffrey."
"Okay. I think I'll leave." He says, walking around them and heading towards Sam's office. A few seconds later, they both leave Sam's office, nodding to them.
When they are out of earshot, Sam rounds on Jeffrey. "What the hell are you doing? I can answer for myself."
"I wanted to spend sometime with you." Jeffrey says, as Sam looks at him like she doesn't believe him. "It's true; I do want to spend sometime with you."
"As long as he's not there." Sam says, walking into her office.
"Well as a matter of fact, yes."
"J, I don't know what you think you saw on Jac…."
"Do you have to call him by his first name? You don't call Dr. Frost by his."
"First, Dr. Frost is my boss and second, Jacob asked me to call him by his first name, and I don't need you to be a jealous idiot."
"I'm not a jealous idiot. I…."
"You're behaving like you did in Venice."
"He wants you Sam. You have to realize that."
"So what if he does? Do I want him? No, I don't. I have what I want." Sam says, looking him in the eye.
"I'm sorry, you're right." Jeffrey says, walking around the desk. "It's just that I saw that look in his eyes and…."
"And you didn't like it, I know. But I am with you and there are men that are going to look at me the way he was. What matters is how you look at me and how I look at you."
"So, if I looked at you like I wanted to take off every strip of clothing you're wearing and make love to you right here and now…."
"That would be perfectly fine, but I don't think we need to do that. Anyone can walk in at anytime and beside we have too much work to do." Sam says, picking up the file that she had been showing Dr. Westbrook.
"Alright, I'll settle for later, when we're alone." Jeffrey says, leaning in for a kiss.
"Good." Sam says softly when he steps back.
They spend the rest of the afternoon packing up Sam's office. With Sam telling him little stories about different things they found in the drawers and cabinets around the room. They throw a lot of stuff away and packed up the rest before they leave around six that evening, neither one had seen Dr. Westbrook or Dr. Frost, which was fine with Jeffrey. As much as he understood what Sam had been saying, he didn't relish an afternoon watching that man fawn over Sam. They were walking across the parking lot to Sam's car when Jeffrey asks. "Do you want to stop and get something to eat?"
"No, I just want to go home." Sam says. "We'll have something delivered."
"Okay." He says, putting his arms across her shoulders and drawing her to him.
Opening the door for her, he walks around to the other side of the car as Sam puts the key in the ignition as he opens the door and gets in. Starting the car, as he closes the door, he sits back. Taking her hand, he brings up to his lips, kissing the back of it as she looks over at him and smiles, squeezing his hand as she backs out of the parking place leaving a few seconds later.
Thirty minutes later, they pull up to Sam's apartment. Parking, Sam turns the car off and they get out. Walking to her apartment with their arms around each other. Opening the door, Jeffrey is surprised at the emptiness inside.
"Wow, you've gotten rid of so much." He says.
"I worked on it after work and last weekend." Sam says, sitting down on the couch.
"That's why I called Noah. I didn't want you to do all this. You are supposes to take it easy now."
"Noah, can't sort through this stuff and know what I want to keep and get rid off. I didn't over do it and I spent all day Sunday on this couch, vegging out and watching TV." Sam says, as Jeffrey sits down beside her.
"I spent all day Sunday, roaming around the loft and wishing you were with me." Jeffrey says, taking her hand and pulling her to him.
"I'm sorry." Sam says, moving over onto his lap.
"How are both of you doing?" He asks, putting his hands on her stomach.
"We're fine, better than fine, now that you're here." She says, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Have you had any problems or symptoms?"
"No not yet, but they are coming." Sam says, moving closer to him. After a few minutes she says. "This feels so good."
"What?" He asks, idly playing with her hair.
"Sitting here like this, with your arms around me, holding me. I missed it." She says softly, closing her eyes.
"I know I did too."
After a few moments, he looks down, realizing that she has fallen asleep he smiles softly as he settles back. He continues to hold her for a long time, idly playing with her hair. "I can't wait till you're in Springfield and I have you with me all the time. I don't know what you decided about the ring, but whatever it is I'll accept it because I can never stop loving you." He whispers
About thirty minutes later, the need to go to the bathroom forces him up. Putting his arms underneath her legs and around her waist he stands up, carrying her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed he leans over and kisses her softly on the forehead before he pulls the afghan laying at the foot of the bed up over her. Walking into the bathroom, he closes the door. Returning a few minutes later, he checks to see if she's still sleeping before he walks into the kitchen.
Looking in the cupboards, he quickly realizes that they will have to order in if they are going to eat tonight, picking up the phone he dials the number to the pizza parlor on Sam's refrigerator. Twenty minute later, there's a knock at the door. Looking through the peep hole, he opens the door, pays for the pizza and then closes the door again. Putting it on the table, he opens the box while watching the Cubs play ball on ESPN. About thirty minutes later and half a pizza, Sam walks in from the bedroom. "Jeffrey." She says softly, rubbing her eyes.
"Hi." He says, turning towards her
"Hi." She says, eyeing the pizza box and feeling a wave of nausea come over her.
"Are you okay?" He asks, noticing the look on her face as she turns and walks back into the bathroom with him following behind her. "Sam." He says, until he sees her leaning over the toilet getting very sick. He quickly walks over to her, holding her hair back while he waits for her to finish. When she stands up, and takes a deep breath he asks again. "Are you alright?"
"I am now." She says, walking over to the sink rinsing her mouth out before brushing her teeth.
Taking a wash cloth and wetting it, she washes her face as he asks. "What made you sick?"
"The pizza, the smell of it."
"The smell of the pizza… but you love pizza."
"It was more the smell of the garlic." Sam says, looking at him.
"I'm sorry. I was trying to be helpful. I looked in the cupboards and there was nothing in them so I called the pizza place on your refrigerator and had them deliver."
"You don't have to apologize. You didn't know. I didn't know that it would affect me like that, but could you please get rid of it before I go back…."
"Yes, of course." Jeffrey says, walking back into the living room and taking the half eaten pizza out to the trash bin. When he got back, Sam had lit some candles and she was sitting on the couch. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but you missed the last of the game." She says nodding towards the TV.
"I'm not worried about the game. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine as long as I don't smell the garlic I'm fine. It's part of being pregnant Jeffrey. Sometimes, certain smells affect us. I'll be okay, but would you mind running to the store, I'm sort of hungry and I'd like some soup."
"Sure, what kind of soup?" Jeffrey asks, getting up.
"Clam chowder, the New England style, and some crackers, I might be needing them now. And get some mint chocolate chip ice cream and pickles."
"That's really true." Jeffrey says, looking at her.
"What?"
"That pregnant woman crave pickles and ice cream."
"I'm not going to eat them together, but yeah I want some ice cream and pickles."
"Okay. I'll be right back." Jeffrey says, walking towards the door.
"Jeffrey."
"What?" He ask, turning at the door.
"Don't you need these?" She says, holding up her car keys. He smiles as he walks back over to her. "And?" she asks, looking up at him.
Leaning over, he gives her a soft kiss. "I'll be right back."
"Okay, just go to the corner store. There's no need to go all the way out to the main drag."
"Okay." Jeffrey says, opening the door, smiling at her as he closes it behind him.
A few minutes later, he returns carrying two shopping bags. "Okay, I got the Clam Chowder and the pickles, but they didn't have mint chocolate chip ice cream so I got the regular." He says, putting everything away. "And I got only the single serving, since we're not…." He turns to look at her. "What?" He asks
"I like this." She says, putting her arms around him as he stands by the counter in her kitchen.
"You like what?"
"You here, taking care of me."
"I will always be here to take care of you." He says, leaning over and giving her a quick kiss.
After a couple seconds, he steps back. "Now go sit down and I'll heat the soup up for you."
"Okay." Sam says, releasing him and walking into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, she asks. "How is everything in Springfield?"
"Pretty quiet." Jeffrey says, stirring the soup so it doesn't burn.
"And Ava, how is she doing?"
"She seems to be okay. She was a little shaken up when William came to see her about the baby and all that concerned, but I think she made the right decision."
"So, she's not going to San Cristobel and they're not getting married." Sam says, as Jeffrey brings in the soup and crackers.
"No, she doesn't love him. She likes him, and maybe if he didn't have the country of San Cristobel to worry about, things might have been different." Jeffrey says, putting the soup on the coffee table and sitting down beside Sam. "What?" Jeffrey asks, when Sam starts to get up.
"I need the pepper."
"Pepper?"
"Yes, I like pepper in my soup."
"Sit down, I'll get it." He says, walking back into the kitchen and returning a few minutes later with a can of pepper.
Sitting down beside her, he watches as she eats her soup and when she's finish he gets up and takes the bowl back into the kitchen after he asks. "Are you through?"
"Yes." Sam says, smiling at him
"No pickles and ice cream?"
"Maybe later." Sam says as she settles back into the couch.
"Okay." He says, turning the light out in the kitchen as he comes.
Sitting down beside her, he reaches for the remote to turn the TV off. "You can watch it if you want."
"No, I want to be with you beside I can get the scores later." Jeffrey says, turning the TV off. Putting the remote down, he settles back as Sam moves to sit across his lap.
"Well, beside's Ava and William anything else exciting happen in Springfield."
"No not really. I did run into Stacey's ex husband again."
"Stacey's ex-husband?"
"I didn't tell you about that?"
"No."
"Well, the other day when we were leaving City hall there was a man waiting by the steps and when we came out he calls to Stacey. I don't think she was expecting him, and I know she wasn't happy to see him anyway they talked, more like she told him to stay away from her and after a few more seconds he left. I ran into him again, the other night when I went… on that run."
"What?" Sam asks, noticing the pause and looking at him.
"I just realize something, well I thought about it but I sort of put it out of my head."
"What?"
"He matches the description of the man Reva said broke into your apartment, right down to the scar."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, he's blonde, short, and has a scar along his right cheek."
"It could just be a coincidence."
"It could, but it's and odd coincidence." Jeffrey says, shaking his head.
"You said you saw him again."
"Yes, he was running at the park and we ran into to each other and I warn him to stay away from Stacey, that she didn't want him around."
"And that's all that happened?"
"Yes. I went my way and he went his."
"Maybe he'll stay away from her. I'm sure that Stacey can handle him." Sam says, her tone of voice changing.
"Are you jealous?" Jeffrey asks, looking down at her.
"No, I'm not jealous. But I don't think you need to be worrying about her."
"I'm not worried about her, she's and employee and I don't want to see her hurt. She's a sweet girl."
"Yes, she is. But I get the impression that she can handle her own business."
"Sam, you have nothing to worry about with Stacey, just like I have nothing to worry about with Dr. Westbrook. Stacey is my assistant and she as old as my daughter."
"I'm only a little bit older than your daughter."
"Yes, I know but you are older." Jeffrey says, leaning over to kiss her. "Umm, and I like older woman." He says softly, sitting back.
"I think that phrase applies to women who are older than you." Sam says, as Jeffrey leans over for another kiss.
"I'm not really worried about it." He says, pulling her against him as she puts her arm around his neck, holding on tightly. "I missed you." He says, leaning back and trying to catch his breath.
"I missed this." Sam says, moving to sit up and straddle him. "I missed feeling you hold me." She says, kissing his forehead. "And I missed feeling you touch me." She says, as he lays his hands at her waist a couple of fingers brushing against her side.
"Sam." He says softly, wrapping his arms around her while looking up at her.
Leaning over, she kisses him as she settles against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She can feel the desire building inside her. Breaking the kiss, he leans back. Looking up, he sees the fire burning in her eyes while he feels waves of heat building inside him. Reaching for the waist of her shirt, he slowly begins to pull it up as she lifts her arms.
When he pulls the shirt over her head, she reaches for the first button on his. Looking into his eyes, she begins to unbutton it, after the first couple buttons she leans forward, lightly kissing his chest as she unbuttons each button.
"Sam." He sighs, burying his fingers in her hair.
She feels him shiver the closer she gets to his waist. Lightly kissing his navel as he groans softly and she smiles, listening to his breathing. When she reaches the last button, she looks up at him and smiles softly.
"You have no idea what you do to me." Jeffrey says his voice rough with desire.
"Umm, I think I do." Sam says, glancing down at his jeans
"It's more than that."
"You mean you don't want me."
"No, I mean yes, I want you, but it's more than just wanting your body." Jeffrey says, helping her up from where she was kneeling. "I want your mind, your heart and your soul. I want you to be able to say fifty years from now that I loved you with all my heart and I want to say that you loved me. I want to tell our grandkids about how we met and fell in love and how I found you again." Jeffrey says, leaning over and kissing her softly. "And no matter what you've decided about the ring and the baby and us getting married, I'm always…."
Sam reaches over and lays a finger across his lips. "I have something for you." She says, reaching for her purse. Opening it she pulls out the box and lays it in his hand. "I've thought a lot about what you said in the last week and a half, and I want you to have that back."
"Okay." Jeffrey says softly, looking at the ring and swallowing hard around the lump of disappointment.
"I want you to have it back, because I want you to be the one that puts it on my finger. I want you to ask me properly. I realize that the baby doesn't hinder what we have, it only seals it." Sam says as he looks up at her, shocked.
"Sam… I thought you were… it doesn't matter. You're serious, you'll marry me."
"Ask me, and find out." Sam says, watching as he moves to kneel beside the couch.
Taking her hand which is shaking in his, he squeezes it gently before he looks up and he sees the tears in her eyes. Reaching up, he catches the first one to fall and wipes it away. "Beca, will you marry me?" He asks softly.
"Yes." She whispers, nodding as he opens the box and takes the ring out. Holding her hand out, he slowly slips the ring on her left finger before he leans up to kiss her softly. After a couple seconds, he starts to move forward, forcing her to lay back against the couch, still kissing her. After about a minute, she realizes what is happening and she starts to push against his chest. "Wait." She whispers, breaking the kiss.
"What?" he asks confused.
"I said, wait." She says, pushing against his chest until he sits up.
"Sam…."
"Not here." She says, standing up and reaching for his hand.
Taking her hand, he stands up and follows her into her bedroom. "I don't want our first time here, to be a quickie on the couch, especially after what just happened." She says, walking up to him. "I want to take my time." She says, reaching up and brushing his shirt off his shoulder. "And I want to love you…." She kisses the center of his chest. "… slowly, especially tonight." She finishes, as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her against him and holding her tightly.
After a couple seconds, he releases her. Putting both hands on the side of her face as she looks up at him, he leans over and kisses her, softly at first but then with deepening passion. The room is filled with the sound of their ragged breathing as desire fills them both. And after about a minute, Sam takes a step back, trying to catch her breath, but he can't stop. Reaching for her again, he reaches around her, unsnapping her bra.
Running his hand up her back to her shoulders, he brushes them across and down her arms. When the bra falls to the floor, he breaks the kiss and takes a step back. Slowly running his eyes down her body, he watches her breathing deepen as she struggles to control the fire burning inside her and the heat burning in his eyes.
Taking a step closer to him, she lets her hand rest at his waist as she leans up and kisses him softly before moving to the side of his neck. Slowly moving her hands up his chest, she lightly caresses him as she moves down kissing his neck and his upper chest.
Taking a step forward, he slowly begins to move them closer to the bed, until Sam's knees brush the side of it. Laying his hands on her shoulders, he gently pushes her down until she's sitting on the side of the bed. Looking up, she watches him for a couple seconds before she leans forward and lightly kisses his lower abdomen, just below his navel and above the snap on his jeans. Lightly dipping her tongue in his navel, she shivers when she hears him sigh as he buries his fingers in her hair at the back of her head.
"Sam, do you have any idea how much I want you." He whispers.
"Yes." She says, leaning back and looking up at him. "As much as I want you." She says, as he leans over her, forcing her back across the bed.
Slowly he moves up her body, lightly kissing her stomach. Nibbling on the tender skin before playing with her navel as she had done with his. Arching her back, she buries her fingers in his hair, holding him against her as he moves up. Laying a gentle kiss between her breasts, he leans back and looks down, watching her struggling to catch her breath.
She can feel the ache beginning to build inside her, the need to have him, the need to feel connected to him. "J." She sighs softly, arching her back and offering her body to him.
"What do you want?" He asks.
"I want you." She whispers. "Kiss me." She says, laying her hands under her breasts and lifting them, offering them to him. Leaning over, he softly plays with her nipples, gently licking and nibbling at them until they're pressing hard against his lips. "J." She cries, arching her back and burying her hands in his hair, holding him against her as he begins to suck gently, rolling his tongue around them.
After a few seconds, she releases him. Slowly moving her hands down his back, lightly scratching him until she feels him shiver. Running her hand around his waist to the button on his jeans. Popping it open, she begins to tug until all the buttons are undone. Leaning back, he looks down at her hands and then back up at her. Reaching for him, she lays a hand against his erection.
Heat burns through him, filling him, burning him up inside until he groans softly. He's intently aware of her hand, laying against him. Leaning over, he finds her mouth, kissing her deeply for several seconds until the need to actually feel her touch him forces him to lean back.
"Touch me." He groans, looking down into her faded blue eyes. "I want to…."
He never finished the sentence as Sam's hand slips under his boxer's closing around his erection and holding him "Sam." He groans, feeling his arms begin to weaken.
Moving to her side, he lays down beside her. Closing his eyes, he relishes the feel of her hand against him for a few seconds until the need to feel her caress. He starts to ask, but he doesn't have to because she slowly begins to move her hand, caressing him as much as she can. After a couple seconds, he pulls away, standing up he begins to tug on his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers until they are at the floor.
Stepping out of them, He looks down at her until she stands up. Reaching for the waist band of her scrubs she begins to push them down along with her panties until they are at her feet, stepping out of them. She steps closer to him, laying her hands at his waist she looks up. Leaning over, he kisses her softly as they back towards the bed, laying across it again.
Opening her body to him, she feels his desire touching her. Slowly running her hands down his back to his hips, she pulls him against her, silent telling him what she wants and needs. Leaning up, he looks down as he slips inside her, filling them both with desperate desire and heat.
"J." She cries, arching her back, taking him deeper. Slowly he begins to thrust, moving against her hips. After a couple seconds she moves with him, adding her caress to each of his thrusts and before long the need to move faster burns hot inside him.
Leaning up on his forearms, he thrusts hard, not so hard that he hurts her but deeply caressing her as she raises her legs, bracing them against the bed and taking him deeper.
"Sam." He groans, as he slips deeper inside her. "Oh, baby."
"J, darlin." Sam whispers, reaching to kiss him as he thrusts deeper. After a couple seconds, she leans back. Closing her eyes, and savoring the feel of him deep inside. "I feel you, baby." She whispers, wrapping her arms around him, reaching for his hips and pulling him closer to her.
"You want it." Jeffrey groans, increasing his caress.
"Yes!" Sam cries "Please!" "Oh!" She cries, as she feels the heat rush through her, filling her with hot desire.
Her body clings to his, holding him tighter as he feels her release all the desire burning inside her. He continues to thrust. Arching her back, she feels her body roll over the edge, clinging to his and caressing him as wave after wave of sweet release washes over her. He struggles to hang on until the last wave flows through her and then thrusting one last time, he feels his body filling hers with all, of the passion racing through him.
"Sam." He groans as he collapses beside her, burying his head in the crook of her neck as she buries her fingers in the damp hair that clings to the back of his neck.
"I love you." She whispers, holding him tightly.
"I love you too." He replies, still clinging to her.
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