She felt like she was... a woman.
Strong.
Sexy.
It was all... a revelation.
"Sam?"
She lowered her hands to her thighs, and he turned to look at her.
It was nearly dark inside the tent, the only light from the screen of his phone.
She could see most of his expression, but everything she saw made her tremble, her heart kicking against her ribs.
"You can touch me," he began and she bit down into her bottom lip, "we just have to be quiet."
She nodded. That wasn't a deal breaker.
She wouldn’t make noise.
But she wanted to touch him.
She'd imagined it.
Dreamed it.
She just didn't know if she could make him feel good.
If she could satisfy-
She shook her head, lowering her chin so he couldn't see her face.
"Maybe," she swallowed, "we should just go to sleep."
She sighed and before she could turn away, he had her hand in his.
Seaton didn't try to pull away, she didn't have that instinct with Sam.
She craved his touch.
He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand.
"You don't have to stop touching me, Seaton. I like it when you touch me. Especially when you reach out to do it. It makes me feel like... like you trust me."
His words shook her.
"I... I do trust you, Sam."
She leaned in until their noses were just inches apart.
"I love it when you touch me." She smiled and felt like her breath caught in her lungs. "I want it... more."
He drew in a soft, tentative breath. "I don't want to scare you, Sea. I don't want you to think I'm pushing you."
She shook her head. "I know you've been careful and that," she drew in a breath and slowly let it out, "means a lot. I don't want to talk about... my ex, but where he fell short, you've shown me what it would have been like if he cared about me."
"It's good that you know how you should be treated, Sea. You deserve to be loved."
