They were teasing, of course, but it felt good to feel like she was a part of the group and even better than that, that the other women involved her in their conversation during their little trip.
Now, her face freshly washed, her teeth freshly brushed, Seaton was ready to comb out her hair and snuggle up to Sam between their blankets.
There was a soft light on inside their tent, but she couldn't see anything inside. The 'windows' were covered and she was glad. She had a feeling she was going to sleep hard that night and likely wake up the next morning looking like... What was it people said? Like death warmed over?
Crouching beside the tent, Seaton set her travel bag of toiletries down and unzipped the tent flap. She slipped off her sneakers and stepped inside, shaking her sneakers off before drawing them in after her and setting them on some newspapers in the corner. Her toiletries came next and then she zippered the flap closed. "Wow," she said softly, "I really like Sage and Aylin. Both of them are so amazing and-"
Her words disappeared as she saw Sam pull his T-shirt off over his head.
CHAPTER 9
SEATON
The light in the tent came from the screen of his phone and it cast the most amazing shadows over his back.
She knew that he had amazing muscles all over. There was no way to sleep with a man as many times as she had without knowing his physique by touch, but with his shirt off?
No.
She'd seen pictures of marble statues. Bare skinned warriors captured for eternity in stone.
Sam was just as beautiful as those statues, and unlike the statues she'd seen in those photos, he was warm to the touch.
Seaton could have stopped herself, but she didn't.
Reaching out her hand, she touched his skin with her fingertips.
His movements slowed, lowering his T-shirt into his lap, but he didn't shrug her off or ask her to stop.
Instead, she moved her fingers along his skin, tracing unseen lines across his back and down his arms.
Seaton got up on her knees and moved closer until she could breathe in the scent of his skin.
Warm, fresh air, and the faint scent of spice.
She spread her fingers out over his skin and brushed her palms over his arms.
Sam didn't move.
He didn't speak.
She felt powerful. This beautiful man was letting her touch him. Letting her explore the texture of his skin with her hands.
Smiling to herself, she leaned in and touched her lips to his back.
Sam hissed in a breath.
"I hope that doesn't hurt."
“Hardly.” She swore she heard a hint of a smile or a laugh.
His muscles flexed under her lips.
It wasn't something he'd done purposely.
She could tell by the way he tensed, his muscles reacting to her touch.
"Do you want me to stop?"
