One Last Kiss by Kat Martin

Chapter Thirteen

“Why don’t you go to bed,” Libby said to Clara when supper was over. Clara’s rooms off the kitchen were comprised of a living area with TV, bedroom and bath. She enjoyed crocheting and reading in the evenings and usually headed off as soon as supper was over.

“I’ll make sure everything is put away before I go upstairs,” Libby finished.

Clara yawned. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Clara shuffled off down the hall, and Libby finished putting away the last of the supper dishes. After sleeping so late that morning, then napping in the afternoon, she wasn’t ready for bed. She went out on the deck to look at the stars through her telescope for a while, secretly hoping Sam would join her.

He’d been distant all day, saying very little, working with the hands longer than usual, then heading for his study as soon as supper was over. She wondered if he was avoiding her. Maybe he regretted what had happened in his tent, or maybe he hadn’t enjoyed it as much as she had.

Her eyes burned. She had warned Sam she wasn’t that good at sex. When he never came out of the house, she finally gave up, went inside and up to her room.

As she undressed and pulled on a sleep-tee, she thought of Vince Nolan and what had almost happened. She liked to leave the windows open at night so she could see the stars and feel the evening breeze, but tonight she felt restless and edgy, and the breeze didn’t help.

It was almost midnight, and she was still wide awake. She felt lonely in a way she hadn’t since she had first come to Bridger Ranch. She glanced up at the sound of a quiet knock at the door. It swung open, and Sam stood in the hallway, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark gold hair gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the open window.

“I heard you moving around in here,” he said. “I thought maybe I should check, make sure you’re okay.”

She tossed back the sheet and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m glad you came.”

Sam moved closer, and she could see the day’s growth of beard along his jaw.

“Are you?” he asked. “Because this thing that’s happening between us...”

“Yes...?”

“If we don’t stop it now, it isn’t going to end well for either one of us.”

Sadness rolled through her. “I know.” Sam was right, but she no longer cared. Sam wanted her. That was all that mattered.

“I want to make love to you, honey, but it’s only going to make things more difficult when it’s time for you to leave.”

Her throat felt tight. She rose from the side of the bed and stepped into his arms. “I don’t care.”

Sam pulled her closer. “I want you, Libby. I want you so damned much.”

Her eyes burned. “Sam...”

She felt his fingers sliding into her hair; then his mouth came down over hers. It was a soft, sweet kiss that went on and on, slowly turning hot, wet, and erotic.

Libby gripped the front of Sam’s denim shirt and took the kiss even deeper, inhaling the sexy male scent of leather and horses. His big hands moved down to the hem of her sleep-tee, and he pulled it off over her head, then eased away to look at her.

“So beautiful.” He cupped her breasts and caressed them as he kissed his way down the side of her neck.

Desire burned through her. His mouth took the place of his hands, and she thought she had never felt anything so sensual as the tug of his warm lips, the zig of pleasure when his teeth grazed her nipple.

A soft moan escaped. She tipped her head back to give him better access, and Sam trailed kisses over her neck and shoulders. It wasn’t enough. She wanted him naked, wanted to see his amazing body, see the heavy male part of him that had been hidden from her too long.

“Please, Sam, I want to touch you.”

He kissed her one last time and began to strip off his clothes. In moments he was naked, more beautiful than she had imagined, all taut muscle, his erection thick and hard against his flat belly.

She had never wanted to give a man oral pleasure before, but she wanted to give that gift to Sam. He stopped her just as she made the first move.

“I want this to last, baby. The thought of you touching me that way is enough to make me go off like a schoolboy.” He flashed one of his devastating white smiles, bent his head, and kissed her.

The next thing she knew they were lying in bed, Sam trailing kisses along her neck, over her breasts, moving lower.

“I want to feel you inside me, Sam. I want to feel your weight on top of me while you make love to me. I’ve never wanted anything so much.”

Sam kissed her as he came up over her, kissed her until she was hot and achy, damp and needy all at once.

“Please, Sam.”

“Soon, baby.” He touched her, stroked her, filled her, then held himself in check until she was squirming beneath him, silently begging for more. She arched her back, taking him deeper, riding the edge of climax, which Sam clearly knew.

He drew himself out and sank in. Pulled out and sank in. Stars exploded behind Libby’s eyes, and sweet pleasure burned through her. Sam didn’t stop, just moved faster, deeper, harder, driving her up all over again. Gripping his muscular shoulders, she clung to him, her body tightening around him as Sam followed her to release. Head thrown back, muscles straining, he clenched his jaw to hold back a sound of passion.

Libby’s eyes filled as Sam eased down on top of her. He was heavy, but she didn’t want to let him go. She toyed with a strand of golden hair, and her heart throbbed. She loved him. She had tried not to let it happen, but she loved him, and there was nothing she could do to save herself from the heartbreak ahead.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, lifting himself away from her.

Libby blinked back tears she hoped he wouldn’t see and managed to smile. “Better than okay.”

Sam kissed her softly one last time and left to deal with the condom she had barely noticed him put on. He returned and settled her in the crook of his arm, her head on his powerful bicep.

“You were right, Sam.” She traced a finger over the muscles on his chest. “It just has to be the right man.”

Sam caught her hand and brought it to his lips. She could feel him smile. “The right man is just getting started, honey.”

Sam kissed her long and deep, arousing her once more.

Proving his point even better than he had before.