Sam said. “But I want to see your face. Can you handle that, baby? Can you handle me? I’m not so pretty, but I’m damn good.” Lainey’s hands were shaking as she continued to undress. “Do I look like I’m all of a sudden shy? I waited a long time for you to come home, and I don’t intend to waste a single moment now that you’re here,” she said in a soft, shaky voice. “Get your clothes off before I die where I’m standing.” Sam had never stripped so fast in his life. He was hard and aching, and as he was pulling a condom up over his erection, all he could think about was being inside her. When Lainey turned her back to pull down the bedcovers, Sam grabbed her from behind and slid a hand between her legs. Her clit was hard and throbbing, her breathing deep and ragged, like she’d been running for miles. He splayed one hand across her rib cage to steady her and made her scream with only two fingers.
