We’re parents. Our first obligation, for the rest of Sammy’s childhood, is to him. Understood?”
He nodded as he tossed his jeans on top of his shirt. He had his thumb in the waistband of his briefs when he paused.
“Is it my turn now?”
She eyed the briefs and the arousal beneath, then, unable to answer, met his gaze and just nodded.
He took off the briefs and put on a condom, then walked toward her. Just before he touched her, she dropped the towel.
Sam picked her up and laid her on the bed. “Libby, sweetheart, I promise, I will love and trust you forever.”
Libby put her arms around his neck. “That’s a promise I expect you to keep,” she said softly.
Sam groaned, then leaned down and captured her lips with his. She was as sweet as he’d remembered, but better. He stroked her body over and over, mapping the contours and valleys that he’d once known so well, until their lovemaking became wild and their bodies were bathed in sweat.
Libby grasped his face between the palms of her hands, deepening a kiss until they were both gasping for breath. When Sam cupped her breast, she encircled his arousal with her hand, bringing them both to a quick and burgeoning need.
“Now, Sam. Take me now,” she finally begged, and he did.
The moment he filled her, Libby cried, “So long…so long,” and then she arched her back and, together, they began to move. The climax built quickly, coming to a boiling point so fast it was scary. All of a sudden Libby lost control.
Sam felt her give way, bathing him in heat. It was all it took to push him over. With one final thrust, he shattered. When he found the strength to move, he cradled her in his arms and rolled onto his side, still holding her close.
Libby’s heart was pounding as she came down from the sexual high, but she knew in her heart she’d done the right thing. For better or worse, she loved Sam Holt.
“So, what do you have to say?” she finally asked.
“Will you marry me?”
Libby closed her eyes as a satisfied sigh slid through her lips.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
L IBBY’S WORLD was in a tizzy. Thanks to Sam’s intervention on her behalf, she had a new car and a lawyer who was working on a monetary settlement that was most likely going to be enough to put Sammy through college someday.
She’d finally been released to go back to work at Faye’s Floral Fantasies, and when she had, Sam had taken the opportunity to take Gracie’s car back to Broken Bow. Then he flew back to his place in Dallas to pick up his SUV, close up the condo, and have his things shipped to Azalea.
During the three days he was gone, Libby had felt aimless, unable to focus, constantly watching the driveway, hoping to see him drive up. For the past eight years, she’d focused every ounce of energy she had on being the best mother she could be, and had taken pride and satisfaction in a job well done. And then Sam Holt had walked back into her life and reminded her she was also a woman.
She was at the flower shop, making a bouquet for a twenty-fifth anniversary party when the phone rang. She wiped her hands on her work apron, then hurried to answer.
“Faye’s Floral Fantasies.”
“Hey, honey, I’m home.”
Libby’s heart leaped. Sam was back!
“Yea! Did you have a good trip?”
“Yep. Are you okay? Not working too hard are you?”
Libby’s smile widened. “I’m fine. I’ll be through here in about half an hour. As soon as I pick Sammy up at school, we’ll be home.”
“Can’t wait,” Sam said.
“Oh. Just so you know, today was the last day of school so Kate is having a sleepover for the boys. They’re having a barbeque in the backyard and then supposedly sleeping outside in the tent she set up. Sammy is so excited.”
“Have they ever slept outside before?”
“Nope.”
Sam laughed. “I’ll bet the first time some dog howls in the neighborhood, they’ll be inside.”
Libby giggled. “Probably, but Kate’s a glutton for
He nodded as he tossed his jeans on top of his shirt. He had his thumb in the waistband of his briefs when he paused.
“Is it my turn now?”
She eyed the briefs and the arousal beneath, then, unable to answer, met his gaze and just nodded.
He took off the briefs and put on a condom, then walked toward her. Just before he touched her, she dropped the towel.
Sam picked her up and laid her on the bed. “Libby, sweetheart, I promise, I will love and trust you forever.”
Libby put her arms around his neck. “That’s a promise I expect you to keep,” she said softly.
Sam groaned, then leaned down and captured her lips with his. She was as sweet as he’d remembered, but better. He stroked her body over and over, mapping the contours and valleys that he’d once known so well, until their lovemaking became wild and their bodies were bathed in sweat.
Libby grasped his face between the palms of her hands, deepening a kiss until they were both gasping for breath. When Sam cupped her breast, she encircled his arousal with her hand, bringing them both to a quick and burgeoning need.
“Now, Sam. Take me now,” she finally begged, and he did.
The moment he filled her, Libby cried, “So long…so long,” and then she arched her back and, together, they began to move. The climax built quickly, coming to a boiling point so fast it was scary. All of a sudden Libby lost control.
Sam felt her give way, bathing him in heat. It was all it took to push him over. With one final thrust, he shattered. When he found the strength to move, he cradled her in his arms and rolled onto his side, still holding her close.
Libby’s heart was pounding as she came down from the sexual high, but she knew in her heart she’d done the right thing. For better or worse, she loved Sam Holt.
“So, what do you have to say?” she finally asked.
“Will you marry me?”
Libby closed her eyes as a satisfied sigh slid through her lips.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
L IBBY’S WORLD was in a tizzy. Thanks to Sam’s intervention on her behalf, she had a new car and a lawyer who was working on a monetary settlement that was most likely going to be enough to put Sammy through college someday.
She’d finally been released to go back to work at Faye’s Floral Fantasies, and when she had, Sam had taken the opportunity to take Gracie’s car back to Broken Bow. Then he flew back to his place in Dallas to pick up his SUV, close up the condo, and have his things shipped to Azalea.
During the three days he was gone, Libby had felt aimless, unable to focus, constantly watching the driveway, hoping to see him drive up. For the past eight years, she’d focused every ounce of energy she had on being the best mother she could be, and had taken pride and satisfaction in a job well done. And then Sam Holt had walked back into her life and reminded her she was also a woman.
She was at the flower shop, making a bouquet for a twenty-fifth anniversary party when the phone rang. She wiped her hands on her work apron, then hurried to answer.
“Faye’s Floral Fantasies.”
“Hey, honey, I’m home.”
Libby’s heart leaped. Sam was back!
“Yea! Did you have a good trip?”
“Yep. Are you okay? Not working too hard are you?”
Libby’s smile widened. “I’m fine. I’ll be through here in about half an hour. As soon as I pick Sammy up at school, we’ll be home.”
“Can’t wait,” Sam said.
“Oh. Just so you know, today was the last day of school so Kate is having a sleepover for the boys. They’re having a barbeque in the backyard and then supposedly sleeping outside in the tent she set up. Sammy is so excited.”
“Have they ever slept outside before?”
“Nope.”
Sam laughed. “I’ll bet the first time some dog howls in the neighborhood, they’ll be inside.”
Libby giggled. “Probably, but Kate’s a glutton for
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