Page 20 of Fake Autumn Crush

We shuffle into the cabin, wrapped in towels, my knees still unsteady.

"Blood sugar," he says, wrapping me in a blanket, then making some instant cocoa. While the kettle boils, he lights the stone fireplace. Soon we’re cozily snuggled in blankets with a soundtrack of crackling flames, mugs of chocolate warming our hands.

"I should've started the fire earlier," Sam says. "Sorry. I didn't intend for you to get cold."

My eyebrow quirks up. "Maybe you shouldn't have ripped off my underwear like a caveman, then."

His rich chuckle as he sets our mugs aside makes me grin. "I couldn't help it, angel. I needed to taste you." His tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip. "Your flavor is out of this world, for the record."

I have no idea what to say to that.

Sam reaches under the blanket to unhook my soggy bra. "I’m guessing it's more comfortable without this, right?"

Why not? He's already seen everything. "Sure." He lifts it off, then gently runs the back of his fingers along the underside of my right breast.

I adore the way he looks at me as if I'm the only other person in the world. The way he stares at every inch of my skin as if he can't wait to devour me again.

The couch here is much narrower than the one at his house, so he throws the cushions on the floor, in front of the thick rust-colored faux fur rug. "Let's make a fort." He arranges the towels and a blanket and we lie right in front of the fire, my back to his chest.

It's wild that I'm comfortable being completely naked with him. Maybe it's yet one more sign that Sam Silverton, of all people, is meant to be the one to take my virginity. Right now.

Sam's right hand meanders slowly around my hip, then all the way down my thigh, grazing a path back up to my breast to lightly tease a nipple with his thumb. The gentleness of his touch makes me quiver.

Turning to look at him over my shoulder, I whisper, “Did I mention that I'm on the pill?"

A tremble runs through him. "You didn't. But that's…interesting."

"Also, your shorts are still damp. They’ll dry much faster if you take them off."

Sam turns me to look me in the eye. "Those stay on until you tell me to take them off."

"Yeah, about that… Take them off."

His huge grin makes me tingle even more as he slips them off under the blankets.

When he curls up against me again, I gasp. Turning to face him, I'm too curious to be shy. My hand skims down his chest, then latches around…holy geez. That’s too hard and thick to be normal.

There's tension in his eyes. "I'm sorry, angel. If you want to rethink this, I understand.”

"No, I definitely want you. I'm just…surprised."

"Julia." His thumb brushes against my cheek, then I melt when he flicks his tongue across my earlobe. "I'll be super gentle until you tell me not to be. Do you want me?"

"Yes." My breath releases in a huge exhale. “I want you. Just tell me what to do."

He takes my hands, lacing them around the back of his shoulders. "Just do whatever feels good, angel."

His hand drifts down my lower belly as my legs splay open to make room for him. I can't tell what arouses me more: the way his fingers tease my entrance while simultaneously nudging against my clit, or the low, desperate growl that rumbles from his throat.

"So sexy," he murmurs against the side of my neck. "The sexiest woman I've ever seen, and she just drops into my life. I didn't believe in destiny until I met you."

His shoulders tense, and just when I think he's going to plunge his finger into me, he reaches over to the coffee table to scribble in his notebook.

"Sorry," he mutters sheepishly. "That might be a good line."

My head falls back as I laugh, then I gasp when his finger burrows into my pussy. "So wet for me. Still, I think you should come before I try to fit this monster inside you."

Sam shifts, watching my eyes as his finger fills me and my clit swells under his touch. Once my hands wrap around his huge shaft, I realize I'm happy that I’m less shy around him now.