I trembled and closed my eyes. Sweet Jesus. The next thing I knew, Sam had tugged my shirt over my head and thrown it across the room. We were in the formal dining room with every light on in the place. That was as far as we had gotten from the kitchen when we started fooling around. We hadn’t had time to turn out the lights before things got out of hand. Sam had me up against the dining room table in just my lounging shorts. He was bent over in front of me with his lips now sliding across my stomach. He was headed south like a Canada goose in winter. I figured a little tit for tat was in order, so I yanked his wrinkled muscle shirt up over his head, damn near ripping his nose off in the process, and flung it aside. I stroked his lean shoulders and pushed my fingers through his thick head of hair while his tongue continued to snail-track its way down my torso. He was at my belly button now, and my legs were shaking like I had malaria. “You’re trembling,” Sam muttered, his voice hoarse with hunger.
