Fifteen
Sam kissed me long and hard, his mouth demanding and taking, and yet also giving back. His arms were wrapped so tightly around me that I was pressed against his firm body and could hardly breathe, but he eased his hold on me as if he suddenly realised he was being too rough, too eager.
‘God, I want you so badly,’ he moaned as his lips moved to my neck and then back to my mouth again.
His arms loosened around me as he ran his hands up my spine and into my hair, easing my head back so that he could kiss the full length of my neck again, and then, he slowly slid one hand down my cheek, and my throat, and across my cleavage, then down to my breast and then, with a quick flick of his fingers, he undid my dress and slid his hand inside.
Now I was the one moaning how much I wanted him, and I kissed his head, his face, his mouth, and then his chest. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it open, kissing the bare skin beneath and sliding my own hands down his torso.
‘Take me to bed,’ I begged, not wanting to make love on the sofa, or the floor of the sitting room in this rental home, not because I would object to that, but because I wasn’t sure if we might be visible if my neighbours ventured out into their gardens to play in the snow that had now settled to a depth of at least a few inches on the ground.
Sam swept me into his arms and carried me upstairs in a matter of seconds. He placed me gently on the bed, his eyes appreciating my black lace underwear, but not for long. He removed his trousers in such haste that he tumbled onto the bed and we both laughed at our mutual need for one another.
I had thought the sex we had ten years ago had been fantastic, but this was out of this world. It was as if our bodies had been made to fit together so perfectly, so precisely, so exquisitely, enabling us to attain every last ounce of pleasure.
I had joked that I wanted sex, sex, and nothing but sex, but in reality it was what we both needed. No sooner had we satisfied one another than we wanted each other again. And again. And again. Until we were both so exhausted that sleep eventually overcame us.
I had said I wanted to be cuddled, and Sam had cuddled me. But he’d done so much more than that. He’d softly stroked my hair, and he’d gently kissed the top of my head, while I was wrapped in his arms. And when I got cramp in my leg, he massaged it tenderly until the pain vanished. He got up and made us snacks at ten p.m., and brought me a cup of tea at midnight with some biscuits. He even ran downstairs to get me a glass of water at three in the morning. And he made me coffee and toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast, and then he held me in his arms while we watched the snow falling outside the windows.
Tilly had been right. There had been a blizzard during the night. Not that Sam and I had heard it. But when Sam brought me coffee, he pulled back the curtains I’d drawn before I’d gone out last night, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
‘Are we snowed in?’ I asked.
‘That’s an understatement,’ Sam replied. ‘I can’t see the car park across the lane, let alone my bike. It’s under there somewhere but I’ll have to wait until this thaws, to find it.’
‘Oh no. That’s not good,’ I said.
He grinned at me. ‘It’s not all bad.’ He buried his head beneath the duvet and kissed his way down my body.
Sometime later, after more coffee, we made love again, although I had to remind myself that it wasn’t love, it was sex. Great sex. Mind blowing sex. But just sex. Love didn’t come into this. And yet … I couldn’t help myself.
Sam must have cared about me or he wouldn’t have been so kind and thoughtful and tender, would he?
And every time he moaned my name, it was as if it had come directly from his soul.
Even the way he looked at me made me think he felt more for me than he was prepared to admit.
But I had to keep it all to myself. Until I could get a chance to discuss it in detail with Erin.
I had sent her a text at midnight while Sam was making tea.
‘What a day!!!!!! Sam here. Snowing outside. Hot sex inside. He’s staying the night. And tomorrow. May get snowed in. Will call you when I can. Even better than ten years ago. Details to follow. Hope all okay with you. Pleasant dreams. Soooo glad I booked this break!!!!!! Love you. Xx’
She’d sent a brief reply. ‘You go girl!!!!!! Love you. Xx’
And then I’d forgotten about Erin, because Sam made love to me again, after we’d drunk our tea and eaten the biscuits.
No. Not love. I had to remember that this had nothing to do with love.
But just like ten years before, I could already feel myself falling for Sam Worth once again.
To Sam, this was a holiday fling and in a week it would be over.
To me, this was everything. He was everything. Or he would be. If only he could feel for me, even half of what I felt for him.
When we eventually got out of bed, we made love in the shower. Finally, we managed to dress and go downstairs, but we both knew it wouldn’t be that long until we were back in that bed again.