With her help, he slid the pants down her waist and past her legs, then reached back between them and quickly began to unfasten the belt wrapped around his waist. Sliding it from his body, he continued to kiss Heather, mouth attacking her while his hands busied themselves with the task of ridding himself of the layers that were placed between them. Shoes and socks already on the floor, Sam slid his jeans down and kicked them away. Fingers running across her skin, he trailed them back up her leg and dug his fingers into the waist of the final garment on her body.
He was a lot more eager to take her now than he had been before. He was ready. He wanted to feel what the other Sam had when he had sex with her. He wanted to know what it was like to have sex with someone who cared enough about innocent people to put herself on the line. Would there be more passion? Would she give him more than he got from others? What he didn't know was that she had never quite given it to anyone before.