“I’m wearing a towel. Gotta leave a little mystery. I took, like, a four-minute shower. I feel like I brought a little bit of Claim Jumpers with me. I wanted to be fresh fresh for when I smothered your face with my thighs,” she said.

“So you’re planning on sitting on my face?” Sam didn’t miss the way she was backing toward the bed. He hung his Stetson on the hook on the door, then shrugged out of his jacket.

“I mean I’ve been thinking about it. Among other things.” The smile had slowly disappeared from her face. Her gaze followed his every move as he toed out of his cowboy boots, then went about unbuttoning his shirt. Sam knew that look, pure unadulterated lust, but he’d never seen it on the face of a woman he wanted so badly. When he spoke again he could hear that same level of arousal coming through his own voice.

“What other things? Tell me.”

Amanda licked her lips as she leaned against the bedpost. “Well. For starters I think you should come over here and see how wet I am under this towel. I didn’t finish drying off all the way.” Sam pulled off his button-down and then his undershirt, then crossed the room, crowding right into her personal space. He looked down at the gorgeous brown skin of her shoulders. There was a small bit of lotion that hadn’t been properly rubbed. Slowly, he used his thumb to finish the job. Then he moved his hand a little lower, brushing the back of his palm over her tit as he went. He helped himself to the warmth between her thighs as he was greeted instantly by the wetness already coating her slit. Her breath hitched as he pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck.

“You been like this long?” he asked as he used his middle finger to slide between her lips. He found the tiny, hard bud easily, but ignored it to tease her slick entrance instead.

“Uh, since my massage this afternoon.”

Sam paused, but didn’t take his hand away. “Sven get you worked up like this?”

“No. I was thinking about how nice it would have been if those were your hands all over me. He did an a’ight job.” She tilted her head back just a bit so she could look him in the eye. “But I wanted it to be you. I’ve touched myself a lot, thinking about you.”

Sam watched her eyes as he slid one finger inside her slick opening. “And how was it?”

“Never as good as the real thing. I want you to fuck me so bad.”