I need you to touch me, Jon. Please.

The words rang in his ears. But they were more than words—they were a plea, uttered in a soft voice that drifted through his mind, touching him in places he'd thought long dead.

And they terrified him.

Jonathan held himself still, afraid to move, afraid to do as she asked. So fucking afraid he'd do something wrong. Could Sammie sense the fear gripping him? She reached up, traced the outline of his mouth with the tip of one finger, then ran that same finger across his jaw, over his chin, down his arm. She curled her hand around his and brought it to her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she pressed another gentle kiss against his palm. There was something about the way she placed that gentle kiss, something about the way she was looking at him—

The paralyzing fear left him, disappearing with the doubts and worries and regrets that had held him in place. He cupped the side of her face with one hand, trailed the other along her side, down to her hip. He curled on finger through the belt loop of her jeans and tugged, pulling her closer. His dipped his head, claimed her mouth in a searing kiss that left him breathless.

She clung to him, soft little sighs of need escaping from her mouth into his. He deepened the kiss, swirled his tongue against hers. Tasting. Claiming. Demanding.

He reached between them, his fingers thick and clumsy as they worked the buttons of her shirt, taking minutes to do what should have been accomplished in seconds. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders, heard the soft hiss of material as it fell from her arms. And God, she was warm, so soft and warm. He broke the kiss, the sounds of harsh breathing filled the air. His. Hers. Mingling together, an echo of need. Of desire.

He drank her in, feasting on the sight of pale skin tinged with the faintest of blushes. The column of her graceful neck, the pulse beating fast and heavy against soft flesh. The slope of her shoulders, the lean lines of her toned arms.

The flushed skin of firm breasts pushing against soft cotton, rising and falling with each short breath. Jonathan swallowed past the desperate need filling him and reached out with both hands, tracing the straps of the bra. Down, then up. Down again, his knuckles grazing the gentle swell of flesh. The flush coloring her skin deepened. Her breath rushed out in a small gasp as he reached behind her and undid the hooks of the bra and gently eased it off her.

And fuck, she was beautiful, so fucking beautiful that it took his breath away, that it almost hurt to look at her. He ran his tongue along his lips, swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat.

He needed to tell her how beautiful she was, needed to tell her a million different things, but he couldn't get the words out, not with the way his throat was closing up. Could he show her?

Yes. At least, he could try.

He ran the backs of his hands along her shoulders, reveling in the feel of warm, bare skin. Lower, slow, so slow, grazing his knuckles along the gentle swell of her bare breasts, finally cupping each one in his hands. He circled each nipple with his thumbs, watched as the dusky peaks tightened under his touch. Sammie gasped, her head dropping back, the movement pushing her breasts more fully against him.

Jon bent down, closed his mouth over one tight peak, and pulled. Sucking, licking, gently nipping. She gasped again, the sound a low, keening wail, and dug her nails into the flesh of his arms. One hand wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him closer.

Holding him in place.

Jonathan wrapped one arm around her waist, supporting her as she leaned back. He pulled harder on her nipple, the peak hot and hard and tight against his tongue. Her hips rocked, not quite meeting his as she whispered his name in a breathy moan.

Jonathan swirled his tongue around the tight peak one last time then released it, leaning up to capture her mouth with his in time to swallow her sigh. He bent down, caught her behind the legs, and swooped her into his arms, deepening the kiss as he carried her to his room.

He nudged the door closed, carried her over to the bed and followed her down to the mattress, still kissing her. Touching her, his hands roaming along bare flesh, skimming the denim covering her legs.

He pulled away, his hands shaking as he reached for the button and zipper of her jeans. Sammie nudged his hands away and pushed the jeans over her hips, pausing long enough to kick off her shoes before shoving the denim down and off. She looked up at him, her gaze a gut-wrenching contradiction of shyness and need.

And a reflection of the same desperate hunger coursing through him.

Jonathan fell on her, bracing the bulk of his weight on his elbows as his mouth crashed against hers. Hotter. Harder. Demanding her full surrender, giving his own in return.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, rocked her hips against the length of his cock. Her hands grazed his back, her fingers kneading, sliding across his slick flesh, drifting down into the waistband of his jeans. And fuck, if she didn't stop moving like that, didn't stop rocking against him—

She reached between them, undid the button of his jeans, fought with the zipper, her knuckles grazing his cock through the denim. Jonathan tore his mouth from hers, fighting to breathe, and grabbed her wrist.

To stop her? To turn her hand so she could cup his length through the denim?

Both. Neither. He didn't care, was beyond caring. He just wanted her. Needed her.

More than he'd ever needed her before.

Now.

Forever.

He eased her legs from his waist, rolled off the bed and to his feet in one quick move, and shoved his jeans and briefs down and off. Then he was back on top of her again, losing himself in the feel of warm flesh against warm flesh as he stretched his body along the length of her own.

Sammie's arms closed around him, her mouth seeking his, her teeth nipping at his lips before her tongue darted in to dance with his. She dragged a foot up along his calf, his thigh. Draped it around his hips and pulled him closer, rubbing herself against his straining, throbbing cock. And fuck, he wanted to plunge into her. Lose himself.

Find himself.

The only thing stopping him from driving into her was the cotton fabric of her skimpy underwear. Jonathan reached between them, dipped his hand beneath the elastic, stroked her clit with one trembling finger. And fuck, she was so hot. So wet.

Sammie sighed into his mouth, the sound long and low as she raised her hips and rocked against his touch. He stroked her again, harder, finding the exact spot where she liked to be touched.

She moaned, rocked her hips faster, her nails digging into his arms.

Jonathan slid his hand away, grabbed the cotton and yanked it off her legs, the sound of elastic snapping and breaking lost in the sound of Sammie's frantic cry. And then he was touching her again, stroking her clit. Harder. Faster. His touch matching the rhythm of her harsh, rapid breathing.

He deepened the kiss. Possessing. Claiming. He grabbed one of her hands and stretched her arm over her head, then slid one long finger inside her.

Her back arched as she ripped her mouth from his, calling his name in a harsh breath as her body shattered. Jonathan shifted, the tip of his cock teasing her wet heat. He shifted once more, closed his hand around her hips to keep her still, and drove into her.

Tight. Hot. Wet.

Fuck. Had it always been this way?

He rocked into her, thrusting hard. Held himself still as her body tightened around him. Pulled back and drove himself deep once more. Over and over. Harder. Faster.

Marveling at the way her snug body fit around his. In the way she clung to him, pulling him even deeper.

Realizing his memories hadn't even come close to this. Wondering how he could have forgotten the breathy little moans she made, the way her back arched and the way her head tilted back. The way she bit down on her lower lip as her legs tightened around his waist.

And then he thought no more, just lost himself in the wonder of Sammie's body welcoming his, as if they had never been apart.