A quiet gasp escaped when his fingers played with her nipples and she actually moaned, long and low, when his mouth, hot and wet, attached itself to her breast. The way he touched her made the rest of her body soften and ready itself for him.
The tenderness was killing her. She couldn't remember Sam being so gentle, so achingly patient with himself and with her. The effect was absolute arousal. She clung to his head while his tongue teased her and whispered his name and her love over and over again. Dropping her head, she murmured, "Make love to me, Sam. Please."