The Last One(83)

I sensed he was talking about more than just fish. “Yeah, I understand what you mean. I guess if you were going to be able to enjoy catfish every day for the rest of your life, the work might not seem so bad.”

“But who wants to eat catfish every day forever?” Sam’s lips twitched.

“If you found the right catfish, it might be all you ever wanted.” I was really belaboring this analogy.

“How would you know if you found the right one? If you’re fishing a lot, you’re going to catch a lot of catfish. Hard to tell which one would be good enough to only eat that fish.”

“You’d know. If you were willing to look and spend some time on it, you could tell when you found the right—catfish.”

Sam stretched an arm to wrap around me. “I think I’m tired of talking about catfish. And I’m definitely ready to stop fishing.”

I reeled in my line. “If we don’t fish, whatever will we do now?” I blinked up at him.

“I think I can figure out something.” He took my rod with his and leaned them against the cab of the truck. When he returned to the riverbank, he pulled me to my feet and tugged me close for a kiss.

His lips teased, first only touching the corners of my mouth and then sucking at my bottom lip. When I tried to angle my mouth to his, he framed my face with his hands and ran his tongue against the seam of my lips. I opened willingly, but he didn’t plunge his tongue as I expected. Instead he stroked the inside of my mouth, touching and then withdrawing until I was ready to cry with frustration.

He stopped abruptly and bent down. Before I could question him, he’d scooped me into his arms, holding me against his chest as we walked to the truck.

“The first night I saw you, I carried you from my truck to that loaner car. You’d been passed out the whole ride into town, but when I held you like this, you opened your eyes and looked up at me. I thought you might panic, but you only smiled, whispered something and touched my face.”

“I remember that, a little. I woke up the next morning with the hangover from hell, and when Laura told me what had happened, I had just a quick flash of memory—of your eyes.” I reached up to trace the lines of his cheek. “What did I say to you that night?”

Sam’s eyes shifted away from mine. “I don’t know. It was just something you mumbled.” He set me on the tailgate of the truck, and I scooted backwards while he climbed up to join me.

“Thank you for saving us that night.” I leaned over to kiss his cheek. “I don’t think I ever said that.”

Sam shook his head. “I think you did that day at Boomer’s, but I was being too much of an asshole to tell you that it was my pleasure.” He laid one finger on my lips and then ran it down in a straight line to my cleavage. He used that finger to tug one side of the neck of my shirt down, exposing a bra made of purple lace.

“Oh, baby. Where do you get these? Do you have one in every color?”

I giggled. “I guess you’ll have to keep checking to find out.” I said it without thinking, and then reality hit me hard; tonight was the last time Sam would be enjoying my bra and what it held. He frowned, and I thought he might say something, but instead he brought his lips to the stiff peak beneath the lace.

I loved the way Sam looked at my breasts and especially how he touched them. His eyes held reverence as he palmed them, lifting each one. And his fingers on my nipples drove me to the point of frenzy. He took his time, sucking and licking, using his teeth with just enough pressure to send shots of need right down to my center, making me crave more. More of everything.

“I love your breasts.” As though he’d read my mind, Sam spoke, watching his fingers bring my nipples to hard nubs. “Your eyes go hazy when I do this.” He lowered his mouth again and sucked before he caught the nipple between his teeth and rolled it. “And when I do that, it’s like your body can’t be still. You start wriggling like if I don’t take you now, you’re going to explode.”

“That’s exactly how it feels.” I took his other hand in both of mine and placed it on the breast his mouth wasn’t laving. “I think I could almost come just from watching you suck on my boobs. It makes me crazy.”

Sam made a low sound deep in his throat. “I never want to stop. I want to take you so hard tonight, so fast, but at the same time, I want to make every single touch last forever. Does that make sense?”

“Yes.” I lay back onto the pillows. “I feel the same way. I want you now, but I don’t want it to end.”

He pushed up onto his hands, staring down at me. I wanted him to tell me that it didn’t have to end, but he only brushed the hair out of my face. “I’ll make it last as long as I can. I promise.” He skimmed his fingers to my waist and rolled my shirt up. “But first, I want you naked under me.”