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warmly, as tenderly as she could.
    Feeling his throat quiver beneath them, whether from panic or, perhaps now, heat.
    “Aw, Sam, baby, no,” he whispered as her lips made their way up his neck, kissing it softly, but she could tell his resolve was crumbling. “I’m tired. C’mon.”
    “Heck, I’m working on that,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re just not helping much.” She decided to try humor. “You’re the one that told me the best reason for coming to this gross place was that everybody gets laid in the Adirondacks, that there was sex everywhere around here.”
    “There—there is—”
    “Yeah? Well, there hasn’t been any around here —” she took hold of one of his hands and pulled the ends of her hair from it, redirecting it between her legs—“not for almost two weeks.”
    Jeremy leaned his forehead against hers and sighed. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry—just do me. Or let me do you; I don’t care, just let’s do something —I’ve been so bored and dry, you’re making me feel like an old woman—”
    Jeremy seized her face and kissed her hard.
    Caught by surprise, and by the blind intensity of his kiss, Sam opened her mouth and let him in, his tongue probing, caressing hers, stealing her breath. She let go of him and quickly began to unbutton her camp shirt, pulling it from herself without making him need to release her or stop the wildness of his kiss.
    The kiss that was sending waves of hot desire through her entire body.
    The kiss that continued as his hands left her face and were immediately on the clasp of her bra, springing it open like a pro.
    “Dry, are you?” he said as he pulled back from her mouth, which was now open and panting. “We’ll see about that—stand up.”
    Shaking now herself, Sam stood, her legs astride his on either side of the chair.
    Jeremy had already tossed her bra aside and turned his attention to her breasts, gleaming with the sweat of unexpected excitement.
    “You’re so pretty, baby,” he said, his voice low and husky, as his fingertips, then his warm mouth addressed the first, then the second one, blowing a stream of warm breath over her tingling nipples, holding her around the waist so she wouldn’t fall over. “I gotcha—open those jeans.”
    Her head swimming now, Sam obeyed, her hands trembling.
    Distantly she could hear the rain beating on the metal roof, filling the ugly little cabin with a pounding thrum that drove her excitement higher as he roughly pulled her jeans off.
    She was anticipating a different pounding thrum momentarily.
    An anticipation that was met and exceeded a few minutes later, perched on the table in front of the kneeling Jeremy, his head between her legs, her fingers wound through his hair.
    And then again on the floor in front of that table, atop him.
    And then once more on the lumpy mattress of the uncomfortable bed, beneath him.
    Once he had finally partly-pushed, partly-carried her, scrambling through the discarded clothes on the cabin floor, to that bed, and was driving his impressive self into her again, gripping her backside instead of her thighs this time, Sam forced herself to open her eyes and think long enough to focus her swimming gaze on his face, hovering over her in the darkness.
    And immediately wished she hadn’t.
    She’d been having sex with Jeremy for fairly close to two years, but had never seen a look on his face like the one she saw now.
    His eyes, usually closed as he approached climax, were open wide, staring blankly above him.
    His teeth were still clenched as they had been before, but now in an ugly manner that made the shivers of impending orgasm that were sweeping through her turn cold for a moment.
    Making her suddenly afraid.
    Then, caught between fear and passion, instinct took over.
    Sam planted the soles of her feet firmly on the terrible mattress and slid her hands from Jeremy’s back down to his backside, which she gripped as hard as she could.
    Sending him, and, a