As he unlocked the door he could feel her warm breath on his neck. She leaned into him, pressing against his back, her arms curled possessively on his shoulders. God this woman!
As they almost tumbled in together, she reluctantly released him, so he could shrug his boots and jacket off. She quickly did the same.
"Here," she said, handing him her jacket impatiently. He smiled furtively at her, as it instantly brought to mind their first time together in that undercover loft.
He knew she was thinking of that too. He could see that glimmer in her eyes. She had had that same willful look of desire about her that night too.
He could read all the same signs of impatience, eagerness, and excitement in her tonight.
God knew he was beyond starved for Andy himself, but he was determined not to rush anything. He was also pretty confident she would thank him for it later.
"Nothing has changed here," she remarked almost questioningly as he turned on the lights. It was clean, but not fastidiously neat. It had a hint of mystery about it, just like Sam himself.
"A few things are different. Change can be good McNally." He winked at her as he tossed his keys on a table.
"Do you want something to drink? I have your favourite wines," he whispered.
"Not right now," she murmured, stepping impossibly close to him. When he didn't move to touch her, she twisted her arms around his neck, bringing his face to hers. She wanted him to see all the yearning and love within her eyes. She could read it in his, and it made her body twitch and sparkle even more.
"Sam I don't want to waste anymore time," she declared softly. He tweaked his eyebrows. Andy was standing before him, repeating the very same words he had said to her at the hospital after he was shot.
"Really?" He replied, lifting one of his hands to cup her silky cheek. Then, what seemed like an eternity later, he lowered his lips and kissed her with a bewitching softness. Her body responded instantly, and she felt herself blending into him like soft clay.
"So you don't want anything to eat or drink?" He mocked her softly, after he tore his lips from hers. As he spoke he wrapped his arms around her, pressing more intimately against her.
"No," she concurred, parting her lips in expectation.
"Not even ice cream," Sam interjected with a chuckle, before he deftly kissed her lips. He didn't give her a chance to respond to the kiss, since he trailed his lips to that intriguing spot between her neck and shoulder. It was one of her soft spots and he had always enjoyed dwelling on it. Yet, while her satiny skin felt invitingly familiar, there was also a delicious freshness to every part of her. He so longed to explore and learn her whole body over and over again.
He continued to nibble teasingly on her skin, feeling her take a deep breath in wild anticipation. Her hands sifted into his hair, as she sought to draw him closer still.
"Not even… ice cream," she replied, her mind ignited with exhilarating thoughts of what she wanted to do with him.
He seemed to have read her mind.
"Come with me," he demanded boldly. But, he didn't give her a chance to move or follow him. Instead he lifted her whole off her feet, cradling her in his arms as he made his way quickly up the stairs.
She wanted to ask him if he was sufficiently healed for such a strenuous move. But, she was too distracted by the feel of his nose, chin and cheek buried in her neck and hair, as he took the few steps up to the main bedroom.
"You feel, look and smell so good," he groaned allowing her to slide down, so her toes teetered on his feet.
She giggled, as her hands slipped around his waist. She looked unabatedly happy! God he was making her happy.
"How was that for three truths?" He teased nuzzling her neck.
"Good. Very good," she replied slowly, her voice filled with lazy distraction. She tilted so he could sink his teeth and nose deeper into her neck. Her skin tingled then tickled as he exhaled and let out a chuckle.
He moved to look at her with a new challenge in his bold, demanding eyes.
"Since we're here now, how about you tell me two truths and a lie," he challenged her suddenly, his tongue cheekily probing his cheek.
As he spoke he also slowly began walking backwards.
"What seriously now?" She laughed, while clinging tightly to his muscular body.
"Yes," he emitted hoarsely.
"Hmm. Let's see. Your hands are warm, thank God," she smiled as he continued to watch her. He rewarded her with a winning smile of his own.
"Your heart is warm." He looked at her, his eyes glowering, his hands burning through the thin cotton of her shirt.
"You are standing on my feet!" Andy concluded with a wicked snicker.
"Lucky for you-" he grinned, tipping his head down to get his proof. "You are standing on my feet."
"You are not supposed to say everything in the order of the title you know," he playfully scolded her, tilting his chin upwards.
"Well look who is talking?" She retorted accusingly.
"What do you mean?" Sam teased, his warm hands brushing over the front of her shirt, before coming to rest on the lower button. He undid it ever so slowly.
"Your turn," she whispered, a little breathlessly.
He smirked at her. "Seriously?"
Andy nodded, pulling his hands gently away from her shirt as she did so.
"Okay," he answered, refusing to let her go for a moment. Then he suddenly gently pushed her backwards and away from him. She fell to the softness of his bed.
Andy looked into Sam's expressive, dark eyes as she waited for him to rise to the challenge she set. When he spoke, he also calmly continued to unbutton her shirt. She could just feel his fingers grazing against her exposed skin. Christ his touch felt better than she had even remembered.
There was such an intoxicating softness in everything he did.
Intrinsically she knew this newly-discovered destination was the softest place in the world for her to land, because Sam was there.