Heaven and Hell (Heaven and Hell #1)(53)

Such was my relief, I closed my eyes and dropped my head so my forehead was resting against his.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head when he asked, “Okay?”

I nodded.

He smiled a small but sweet smile as his arm around me gave me a squeeze.

Then he ordered, “Kiss me then get off me. Yeah?”

I nodded again. Then I pressed my lips to his and would have pulled back but his hand in my hair kept me there and his arm around my back held me tight as his mouth opened, his tongue touched my lips, my lips opened then his tongue touched mine.

Then Sam let me lift my head, I pulled myself off, sliding Sam out of me (which kind of sucked because he was still hard and he felt good there) then he rolled me to his side.

Then he yanked the covers from under me, pulled them up over me, exited the bed and headed to the bathroom.

I closed my eyes and drew in breath.

Okay.

Sam thought that was beautiful.

So did I.

I let out my breath, opened my eyes and smiled.

Sam came back and I watched with no small amount of fascination as he pulled off his jeans, tugged back the covers and got in bed beside me.

He slid close then pushed an arm under my body, pulling me so into his side I was plastered partially to it and partially on top of him.

I lifted my head just as the fingers of his other hand tangled in the hair at my shoulder, gave it a gentle tug and my eyes hit his to see his were on me and they weren’t serious, they were deadly serious.

“Okay, baby, now that my c**k is no longer inside you and when it is, that is a place he’ll never be, I’ll say this straight. You don’t get it straight, we work on it but I’ll say it straight and maybe it’ll penetrate and you can focus on the Kia you are, not the Kia he dragged down and made you be.”

Uh-oh.

I wasn’t sure I was big on where this was heading.

“Sam –”

“Just let me finish, yeah?”

I didn’t want to say yeah so I didn’t.

But I nodded.

Sam didn’t delay.

“I am not him, Kia. Your dead husband is dead. Before he was dead he was a dick. He was a moron. He was an ass**le. And now he’s gone. You’re in bed with me. Me. Whatever you had with him in your life and your bed, that’s as dead as him. I’m here because I wanna be here. And in about ten minutes, when we’re done talkin’ about that ass**le and he’s gone again, I’m gonna get you wet and hot for me and I’m gonna be in you because I wanna be in you. And, trust me, I’m a man so I can say with a fair amount of authority there are not many men who would not kill for the chance of bein’ naked in a bed with you na**d and pressed up against him after he got the gift you just gave me. It’s just that that man is now me and he’s gonna be me for a good long while. Do you get me?”

“I… I think so,” I stammered, staring into his serious eyes.

“Where was I unclear?” Sam asked and I blinked.

“Uh… you were pretty clear,” I told him.

“So you don’t think you get me. You actually get me.”

I kept staring.

And I got him which meant I had him.

I had him.

My heart leapt as that settled into my soul.

“Yeah, Sam, I get you,” I whispered.

“You need to talk about him, dig him out so you can release the shit he planted in you, we’ll talk, baby. I’ll give that to you. Anytime. Except one. When we’re in bed, it’s you and me. Don’t bring him here. Leave behind the shit he planted because, Kia, honey, you’re beautiful, you have a fantastic f**kin’ body and when you let go, swear to Christ, you could make me come just with the noises you make when you get excited.”

“Wow,” I whispered.

Sam grinned.

Then he whispered back, “So, let that shit go, baby. The way you kissed me this morning and the way you were before I broke through tonight, let that shit go. That isn’t you. That’s what he planted in you and that motherf*cker is dead. Bury him.”

Bury him.

Bury Cooter.

I already did.

And yet, I didn’t.

And Cooter Clementine was very, very dead.

It was time to bury all of him.

“Okay, Sam,” I agreed quietly.

His hand in my hair moved, taking my hair with it, it glided along my jaw as his eyes roamed over my face.

Then his fingers slid out of my hair, he wrapped both arms around me and rolled, I went over him then to my back and Sam was on top of me.

“Right,” he said softly, “now, you were in the middle of usin’ your mouth on me when I interrupted to f**k you. Let’s go back to that.”

Oh yeah. That sounded good because he felt good and he tasted good.

I wanted to go back to that.

“Okay,” I breathed.

Sam grinned.

Then he kissed me, hard, wet and deep.

Then he rolled us so he was on his back and I was on top.

Then we got back to what I was doing before he interrupted to f**k me.

After awhile of further exploration and discovery on my part, which I enjoyed a whole heckuva lot and, considering I significantly widened my search area and was relatively thorough, Sam enjoyed more, Sam broke out another condom.

By the time Sam finally let me pass out, the sun had started kissing the sky and he’d broken out two more.