to let her get lost.
When they got back, they were both out of
breath.
Lacey slumped on the couch.
Sam built a fire and got it roaring warm,
then joined her.
He put his arm around her and they snuggled
for a long while. They talked about the two men, about the trees
they saw, about the fishing tournament. Everything except how they
hadn't made love. Lacey laid her head on his shoulder and before
long she was asleep.
Sam picked her up in his arms and carried her
upstairs to his bed. He should leave, he thought as he laid her
against the sheets and covered her with the blanket, but she looked
so cozy and warm, it was hard to walk away from her. He'd make her
as comfortable as possible then leave and sleep on the couch.
He scolded himself for wanting to sleep with
her again. He knew what he wanted and he knew he shouldn't touch
her. Nevertheless, knowing it and doing it were two different
things.
He wondered if she were comfortable. He
reached under the covers and moved them so he could look at her
again. She looked so innocent lying there. And she looked as though
she belonged right there too, in his bed…with him.
He removed her socks, for they had cockleburs
on them, and then he looked at her again. He shouldn't do it, but a
bra seemed about the worst contraption for a woman to have to sleep
in, so he rolled her over on her side and reached to undo it.
***
"What are you doing," she murmured as her
eyes flew open and stared into the dim light at him.
"It doesn't strike me as comfortable to have
to sleep in a bra."
She smiled warmly, "It isn't."
Without even blinking she sat up close to
him, she shed her t-shirt and he stared down at her.
She looked up into his face again, as his
hands reached to pull the offending bra away. His body seemed to
react immediately. His fingers barely grazed her nipples, and she
gasped.
"The most comfortable way to sleep is without
anything on, Sam." She murmured, as she tossed her pants and
underwear on the floor. She wouldn't tell him her heart was
hammering in her ears, and her body was on fire for him, but she
felt very much like a live torch, all it would take would be one
little kiss and she'd be in his arms. Would he offer that comfort
she wondered as she lay there staring up at him.
She pushed the cover away from her and
scooted over, so he could join her.
"Lacey, this might not be a good idea, I
mean; we didn't use protection before…"
Lacey reached to cover herself and rolled
away from him. "I know."
"As innocent as you are, I doubt you are on
the pill, either." He suggested.
"No, I'm not." She whispered through the
night, her voice strained. "Truth is I've not had the need for it.
Until now."
"Well honey, doesn't that bother you a
little?" he asked, moving her hair so it rested on her pillow.
"We've already not used our heads, and next week…"
She rolled back over and scooted up in the
bed, so she was almost sitting. She pulled the cover over her and
stared into his eyes. "It probably should, but it doesn't. In case
you haven't figured it out, I'm in love with you, Sam. I think it
happened the day I saw you on the beach and heard you making that
mournful sound. Even so, I have no expectations of anything
happening between us, except the pleasure we give one another here
and now. If I become pregnant it's just a bonus of this wonderful
summer, I've had with you. It will always remind me of the pleasure
we shared. And how free I feel to express my love for you. I'd want
your baby Sam."
"No regrets?" he asked his voice low and
sexy.
"Not with you," she whispered, her hand going
to his cheek. "It would be something I could carry back to Texas.
Something that would last me a lifetime. No, I wouldn't regret
loving you Sam, or your baby."
"You're a remarkable woman, Lacey," he
whispered. "But I’m not sure I could let you go back to Texas with
my baby."
That was the closest he came to declaring
love, he suddenly realized and it shocked him.
His kissed her
When they got back, they were both out of
breath.
Lacey slumped on the couch.
Sam built a fire and got it roaring warm,
then joined her.
He put his arm around her and they snuggled
for a long while. They talked about the two men, about the trees
they saw, about the fishing tournament. Everything except how they
hadn't made love. Lacey laid her head on his shoulder and before
long she was asleep.
Sam picked her up in his arms and carried her
upstairs to his bed. He should leave, he thought as he laid her
against the sheets and covered her with the blanket, but she looked
so cozy and warm, it was hard to walk away from her. He'd make her
as comfortable as possible then leave and sleep on the couch.
He scolded himself for wanting to sleep with
her again. He knew what he wanted and he knew he shouldn't touch
her. Nevertheless, knowing it and doing it were two different
things.
He wondered if she were comfortable. He
reached under the covers and moved them so he could look at her
again. She looked so innocent lying there. And she looked as though
she belonged right there too, in his bed…with him.
He removed her socks, for they had cockleburs
on them, and then he looked at her again. He shouldn't do it, but a
bra seemed about the worst contraption for a woman to have to sleep
in, so he rolled her over on her side and reached to undo it.
***
"What are you doing," she murmured as her
eyes flew open and stared into the dim light at him.
"It doesn't strike me as comfortable to have
to sleep in a bra."
She smiled warmly, "It isn't."
Without even blinking she sat up close to
him, she shed her t-shirt and he stared down at her.
She looked up into his face again, as his
hands reached to pull the offending bra away. His body seemed to
react immediately. His fingers barely grazed her nipples, and she
gasped.
"The most comfortable way to sleep is without
anything on, Sam." She murmured, as she tossed her pants and
underwear on the floor. She wouldn't tell him her heart was
hammering in her ears, and her body was on fire for him, but she
felt very much like a live torch, all it would take would be one
little kiss and she'd be in his arms. Would he offer that comfort
she wondered as she lay there staring up at him.
She pushed the cover away from her and
scooted over, so he could join her.
"Lacey, this might not be a good idea, I
mean; we didn't use protection before…"
Lacey reached to cover herself and rolled
away from him. "I know."
"As innocent as you are, I doubt you are on
the pill, either." He suggested.
"No, I'm not." She whispered through the
night, her voice strained. "Truth is I've not had the need for it.
Until now."
"Well honey, doesn't that bother you a
little?" he asked, moving her hair so it rested on her pillow.
"We've already not used our heads, and next week…"
She rolled back over and scooted up in the
bed, so she was almost sitting. She pulled the cover over her and
stared into his eyes. "It probably should, but it doesn't. In case
you haven't figured it out, I'm in love with you, Sam. I think it
happened the day I saw you on the beach and heard you making that
mournful sound. Even so, I have no expectations of anything
happening between us, except the pleasure we give one another here
and now. If I become pregnant it's just a bonus of this wonderful
summer, I've had with you. It will always remind me of the pleasure
we shared. And how free I feel to express my love for you. I'd want
your baby Sam."
"No regrets?" he asked his voice low and
sexy.
"Not with you," she whispered, her hand going
to his cheek. "It would be something I could carry back to Texas.
Something that would last me a lifetime. No, I wouldn't regret
loving you Sam, or your baby."
"You're a remarkable woman, Lacey," he
whispered. "But I’m not sure I could let you go back to Texas with
my baby."
That was the closest he came to declaring
love, he suddenly realized and it shocked him.
His kissed her
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