His Dream Role by Shannyn Schroeder Page B

hesitant.
    She lifted her hips, causing him to enter. As soon as he inched in, he sank deeper with a groan. He started to move and she hooked her calves around his hips. He tilted and swiveled, and like a homing device, he managed to hit the right spot.
    Sam threw her head back and dug her nails into his shoulders. Her heels pressed him closer. He buried his face in her neck. Everything pulsed. She held on to Free as she rode out her orgasm.
    As she came down from her high, he stiffened and his muscles flexed. The world felt like it stopped spinning. Time ceased to exist for one glorious moment. They didn’t need to breathe or move. They could just be.
    It was the one moment during sex that Sam loved the most, more than the stars behind her eyelids and the explosion of nerves. The feeling of weightlessness and freedom.
    Then Free crashed against her and she discovered another feeling that she enjoyed: the weight of Free sprawled on top of her. She relished the feel of his body on hers, the soft tickle of his hair on her cheek, the racing of his heart against her chest.
    Free propped himself on his elbows and looked directly in her eyes. He said nothing, just stared, and she felt it deep down inside. Then his face broke into a smile, and he dropped a quick kiss on her lips and jumped off the bed. “Be right back.”
    For a guy who had a hard time with buttons, he moved sure-footedly through her room. She heard water running in the bathroom. Sam rolled to her side and kept her eyes on the door. This was when most guys came back into the room and started picking clothes up off the floor looking for an escape.
    She wanted to see what Free’s reaction would be. Would he want to spend the night? She tried not to get her hopes up, but she wanted him to stay.
    He came back into the room looking less sure of himself than when he’d left. He sat on the edge of the bed. “So about this sleepover . . .”
    â€œIt’s not a requirement.”
    â€œIs it a real invitation?”
    Her heart got tight. “Of course.” She patted the bed beside her and he crawled over.
    On his way, he grabbed the blanket and covered them. He spooned her with an arm wrapped around her waist.
    She relaxed into his embrace and hoped she wasn’t making the same mistakes she often did. But then she realized that even though they had spent a lot of time talking over the past few days, this was technically only their second date. Like that was any better than sleeping with a guy on the first date. She had a habit of thinking things were more than they actually were.
    â€œWhat are you thinking about?”
    The question startled her. He’d been so quiet, she’d thought he’d fallen asleep.
    â€œI was just thinking that this is only our second date. And we’re in bed together.”
    He shifted and turned her to face him. “Is that a problem?”
    â€œI don’t want you to think that because I have my own condoms that I’m not into monogamy. I am.” She blew out a breath that puffed her cheeks. “I’m not seeing anyone else. Are you?”
    A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I didn’t even come here with a condom. What do you think?”
    She raised her eyebrow at him.
    â€œNo, Samantha. I am not seeing anyone else. I feel like we have a good thing going here.”
    â€œWe do.” She rolled back over. “And Free?”
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œMaybe you should start carrying condoms.”

Chapter 6
    S amantha stretched out next to Free. Her naked body rubbed against him and her hair tickled his nose. But his morning hard-on demanded more than a cuddle. He rolled over and on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows.
    She peeked at him from under heavy eyelids. Then she slapped a hand over her face. “God, don’t look at me like that. I’m a mess in the morning.”
    â€œYou look fine.” To prove his point, he prodded her with his