“Take it,” I whispered.
His hands moved away instantly, both going to yank up my skirt. Mine went to yank down my panties. He lifted me up, they fell from my ankles then I found myself on my hands and knees in the unmade bed, Sam on his feet behind me, his hand brushing my ass as he worked the fly of his jeans then he was inside me.
He drove forward.
I reared back.
He did it again. So did I.
We’d had a lot of sex so this lasted awhile.
A good long while.
A freaking fantastic one.
I came on a moan, my hands going out from under me, sliding forward as my back arched into the bed, my ass to the ceiling. I heard his growl then his grunts as he powered in harder, faster then I listened to his groan when he came.
After, I remained in position, getting my wits sorted, feeling him glide in and out while the fingertips of one hand drifted over my behind and hip and the other hand stayed curled around my waist and I liked that, he did it often, showing me tenderness after he took me hard. Then he pulled out, hauled me to my feet, back to him, yanked my dress down, then he held me close to his frame with an arm around my ribs as he righted his fly.
Then he turned me, lifted me, stepped in, put a knee to the bed then we were down, me on my back, Sam on top of me.
And it was then he kissed me, long, deep and sweet.
I liked that too. A lot.
He lifted his head and I looked into his satisfied, beautiful, dark brown eyes, liking that they were satisfied but liking it more that I could give him that and I informed him, “I think I dropped my mascara wand.”
He blinked.
Then he grinned.
Then he muttered, “Tragedy.”
I grinned back then went on, “And my mascara tube.”
“I’ll notify the media.”
My grin turned to a smile but I said through it, “Shut up.”
He shut up but he did this by kissing me again, longer, deeper, sweeter.
Yeah, I liked that a lot.
He released my mouth but kissed my nose.
Oh. Wow.
He’d never done that before.
That was sweet too.
Very sweet.
Then something occurred to me and I whispered, “I have to go clean up.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, touched his mouth to mine and rolled off.
I rolled the other way, got up, tagged my panties from the floor then went to the bathroom and did my thing.
I was washing my hands and looking in the mirror when it hit me Sam always put on a condom. Always, no matter how heated it got and, so far, each time, it got seriously heated.
And he clearly didn’t just now.
This was not a big deal. I was on the pill.
But Sam was so careful he was probably concerned I wasn’t and was too much of a gentleman to ask.
I needed to set his mind at ease.
I wandered into the room to the mascara wand and tube I’d dropped, I retrieved them, inspected the wand, all seemed well then I slid the wand into the tube, turned to the mirror and went back to swiping.
I did this while, hopefully casually, noting, “You should know, honey, I’m on the pill.”
My eyes flicked to Sam reflected in the mirror, reclining on his side, elbow in the bed, head in his hand, eyes on me and I saw and heard him mutter, “Good.”
Right.
That was done.
Not hard at all.
I could do this, be in a healthy relationship, communicate, move on.
Easy.
I swiped the brush against the edges of my lashes. Three times one side. Three times the other.
Except for gloss makeup done.
I was screwing the wand into the tube and had moved to my cosmetics case to drop it in when Sam said, “Unless you’ve had one, we’ll find a clinic, here or Crete, get you a test.”
I dropped the mascara in my bag and dug for my pink lip gloss that would go great with my dress while asking, “A test?”
“AIDS, other STDs.”
I froze. Then I blinked at my bag. Then, woodenly, I straightened and turned to him.
“What?”
“AIDS and other STDs,” he repeated. “You already had one?”
Numbly, I shook my head.
Sam kept talking. “We’ll get you one. Make sure you’re clean. Then, since you’re on the pill, we can lose the condoms. Shouldn’t have done that just now, you in that dress, outta my hands. Won’t do it again until we’re sure you’re clean.”
I was… clean?
I didn’t know what to say.
But I knew what to feel.
Unclean.
I turned back to my cosmetics bag and blindly dug for my lip gloss. It was blindly because my eyes had filled with tears so I couldn’t see a freaking thing.
“Kia?” Sam called.
“Mm-hmm,” I answered but even my mumble sounded thick.
“Baby?”
I swallowed then answered, “Yeah?”
That sounded thick too.
I blinked to clear my eyes and my fingers had just found the lip gloss when Sam’s hand closed around my other one and he wrapped both our arms around my belly.